One-shot
How can we be lovers?

I don't own Naruto, if I did, there'd be a whole lot more boy on boy action.

He always did this.

After a fight. Crawled into bed, with his back turned towards me. Never once would he acknowledge my presence, quietly he would pull his cover to the start of his ear, trying to hide beneath it. His breathing the only sound telling me he was still alive.

"I saw you with her! So don't try to lie!"

"Saw me with who?"

"Sakura! You know she's head over heels for you! How can you use her like that?!"

"I'm not using her, dobe."

"Yes you are! You're giving her hope! You're abusing her faith in you!! You're leading her on, letting her think that you're interested!"

"Well, maybe I am."

"Teme, no you're not.."

"How do you know?"

"… I don't"

That was our latest fight, only a few hours ago. It was utterly pointless, I wasn't interested in Sakura, but that didn't mean his accusing didn't make me want to wring his neck. I know that he's just being the insecure child he really is inside, the one whom people looked down on, whispered about and feared, but I'm tired of being accused of 'leading people on' or 'flirting with him or her'.

I sighed softly, inwardly of course, and turned my head towards him. The moonlight from the window illuminated him, his beautiful blond hair glowing like sunrays in the dark, making me want to reach out and touch it, his t-shirt clad shoulder and back exposed to me, as he had shifted the covers off as he'd fallen asleep. I wanted to wake him up. Tell him all the things I had thought and felt when he'd smashed that vase and yelled for me to react, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Do something Sasuke! Say something!!" he yelled, hiccupping helplessly as glittering tears slid down his cheeks, making his face puffy and red. Inwardly I was shaking, inwardly I was close to tears, inwardly I was telling him how much I loved him and for him to please stop crying. "I can't do this… I…" he hiccupped, spinning around on his heels and storming out of the room, into the bathroom, a clicking noise telling me he'd locked the door. Inwardly I was banging at that door, saying 'I'm sorry, please'. But Uhicha's didn't say I'm sorry and defiantly not please. His sobs made me cringe but I couldn't. I couldn't get my mouth to say all the things I wanted to.

"Sasuke…" I almost flinched at the sudden soft whisper, he wasn't sleeping after all.

"Hn." Was the only reply he got, I closed my eyes, here we go again. He turned beneath the cover to face me, his sky-blue eyes glowing, but his face was blank for once.

"Are we fools?" I blinked, that was new.

"Why?" I responded, he closed his eyes in silent frustration, ah. One of our earlier arguments were about me always answering his questions with a question.

"Teme, just answer" he all but growled, inwardly I was calculating how many ways I could answer him and it still wouldn't be what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear or what I needed or wanted to say.

"I don't consider myself a fool." The words were said without feeling. Yes, defiantly not what I wanted to say, and not what he wanted to hear, judging by his expression. He opened his eyes, sadness clouding the blue-sky colour.

"We've been through this a million times Sasuke, we fight, we start over, we make up, fight again and start again. How can we be lovers if we can't be friends?" the words were whispered, his voice cracking at the last words, my heart pounded in my chest as I closed my eyes. I could try to ignore him. Maybe it'd make the question go away. "Sasuke! Fucking answer me!"

"Do you want to break-up?" I asked, numbly, once again answering him with a question. He showed the covers off and pushed into a sitting position.

"I don't know!" he yelled, his voice echoing in our silent apartment. He pulled his knees to him, resting his forhead against them. "What'd you do if I wanted to?" he was sniffling softly, his eyes pressed against his bare knees trying to keep the tears within. 'Don't leave me, Naruto…'

"Hn."

He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. I was watching him everywhere he went, everything he did, just watching. Every friend he made, every girlfriend he got, every girlfriend he left. I'd never talked to him. It wasn't like me to talk spontaneously to strangers, I spent my life as a stranger, never a friend. Just a stranger on your bus, the guy sitting with a news paper, the glaring guy nobody dared talk to. When I was young I was what you'd call handsome, the girls swooned over me and the boys wanted to befriend me, but even back when I was gorgeous, I was cold.

After the car accident two things had changed. One, being that I never drove again, two, being the scars that covered one side of my face, two long pink lines running from my hairline to my yaw. That took care of my stalker problems quiet well, and since people became awkward about not talking about the accident, soon they'd stopped talking to me at all.

"Excuse me! Sir! Could you tell me what time it is?" I almost flinched, almost. Peering down my black sunglasses, I saw a boyish young man standing in front of me, wearing the most stupid orange tie I'd ever seen, with little ramen bowls splayed on it too. I had 'Hn'ed' and pushed my sunglasses up my noose. "What does that mean? 'Hn'? That's not a word or a number." He stated, I could almost hear the pout in his voice. "Hellooo? Sir? Are you deaf?" he poked my arm and I grabbed his wrist, quiet harshly. "Auch! No, you're not deaf, you're just a jerk!" he growled, pulling at his arm trying to wrench it free.

"No I'm not deaf, dobe."

"What'd you call me?!"

"Dobe."

"Sasuke, talk to me.." he whispered, I looked at him with numb black eyes. 'I love you'. "Please, say something…". 'I love you, I love you, I love you, marry me, I love you!'. Tears were once again streaming freely down his tan cheeks; his whole body was trembling from restraining sobs. "If you don't speak right now I'm leaving you, for good." determination. Hiccupping, trembling determination. I stared at him, my inward self didn't want to take the chance, but once again I denied myself to be pushed into reacting. So, Naruto stood, gathered some clothing, threw it into a bag and walked towards the door. 'Don't leave me.'

But, he did.