The rain fell down, though he felt it not. He did not know it was raining. He did not know the world was sad. He did not know that there was a world. All he knew was his own sadness. His own intense sadness and sorrow.

He was dead inside. His soul had died with his lover, the only difference being, that his body was destined to live on the hell hole called Earth until his time came. And that killed him even more.

Sasuke Uchiha stood by the now closed casket of his partner and lover. Uzumaki Naruto. The man who had stood by him for six years.

The wood shone in the bright liquid coating of the rain. The flowers drooped, sharing the raven haired man's anguish. Tears stung his eyes readily. The knife that was now within his heart twisted painfully. He's gone. My love is gone.

"Daddy!" The raven turned to see a small child coming toward him. His child. Their child. The child Naruto had had with the surrogate mother five years ago. The only real thing that was left of him. And at the same time, the one thing Sasuke could never bring himself to openly love again.

The young child, a girl named Shihu flung her arms around her father, seeking comfort.

"Daddy!" she cried again. Sasuke's heart jerked under the pressure of the knife, now twisting ten times harder. He winced. He wanted to pry her off of him. But he couldn't.

With a great amount of effort, the Uchiha forced his head down to look at her. Her hair was a dark blonde color. It was long but wild. Wild like Naruto's. Her eyes were a light sparkling blue color. Like Naruto's. Her face, though, was clean and without the cat whisker marks that the Uzumaki's face had sported. Her expressions and mannerisms were from the mother, though. Nothing was Sasuke's. She wasn't even his child anymore. She was just a child. The Uchiha had always convinced himself that as long as he was linked with Naruto he was linked with the beautiful young daughter that he loved so much. But now, his link to her had broken and they were no longer connected.

But, even so, Sasuke couldn't let her go. And he wouldn't. He would stay with her and try to rebuild his life with her. That much, he promised himself. Then, at least her life might turn out well.

It was too late for him, though. Naruto had been his life and was now gone.

"Sasuke, you gonna be okay?" A man Sasuke's age and a very close friend of Naruto's approached the Uchiha. His black eyes were wrought with concern. His hair, normally kept in a spiked ponytail was down. He put a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. The raven shook his head.

"I don't think so," he said, his voice wavering. "I'll try to be though." He tried to smile reassuringly, but his mouth wouldn't obey him anymore. The man's concerned look deepened.

"If you need anything, you know you can come to me," he said. Sasuke nodded.

"Thanks, Shikamaru," he said, though the thanks was empty. Shikamaru nodded and turned away. Nearby, his good friends Ino Yamanaka and Chouji Akimichi stood, looking at Sasuke with concerned and sympathetic expressions on their faces. As Shikamaru approached them, Ino, a blonde young woman, started to ask him a question, but he held out his hand, stopping her and shaking his head. Chouji sighed and took one last sad look at Sasuke before turning and walking away with Shikamaru and Ino.

Sasuke sighed and knelt down to pick up Shihu. He took the girl in his arms and she buried her head in his chest, crying. She was small and naïve, but she understood death. Much more than Sasuke believed a girl of her age should.

He hugged her close but the embrace was empty. There was no comfort, no love. For Sasuke was seeking those things as much as Shihu was.

And he knew he would never find them.

Sasuke took Shihu back to their house. An average two-story building that both he and Naruto had paid for and lived in. The house that Shihu grew up in and the house that Sasuke had loved.

Now the house full to the brim of nothing but memories.

Sasuke walked into the dark house and flipped on the lights. Instantaneously his life with the now deceased Naruto was glaring at him. Sasuke visibly winced. He took a breath and climbed the stairs to Shihu's room. The girl was shuddering in his arms, frequent sobs escaping her lips.

He walked down the halls, trying to ignore the nostalgic voices in his head, and finally reached his daughter's room. He put her to bed, ignoring her question of whether everything would be alright. He shut the door and leaned back against it, listening to her pain-filled sobbing and was soon moved to tears himself. He sank back against the wall, his hand on his forehead and his other clenched in a fist against the floor. He curled up and waited inside himself for the pain to pass. But he knew it never would.

Slowly, and with the hollow air that had become normal for him, Sasuke stood and walked away from Shihu's room. He walked down the stairs and into what was the family room. There was the couch, a gift from Naruto's best friend Sakura and her family. Hanging above it there was a beautiful still life of the most beautiful flowers Sasuke had ever seen, courtesy of Ino and her family. To the side of the family room and standing by a large and picturesque window was the beautiful grand piano that Shihu was practicing piano with. She was actually starting to get better. But she had put it down as soon as Naruto died.

Sasuke felt the emotion clog in his throat and he gagged. He quickly shut his eyes and turned away. The memories were too vivid. Even when he wasn't looking at anything that would remind him. It was still too clear.

The way he and Naruto had always sat together on the couch, him to the right and Naruto to the left. Naruto would put an arm around him and pull him in, the goofy grin on his face. And then he would kiss Sasuke's head. And then Shihu would run in and jump on Sasuke's lap and he would smile and tickle her and then Naruto would smile and tickle him. It had been such a happy time.

Sasuke sighed and walked into the kitchen. The table stood where it always had, the three chairs where they always were. The stove was at it always was and sat by the wall, lonely and unused. One of the burners had a permanent stain that was the result of a rather unfortunate cooking accident on Naruto's part. Sasuke had, for that reason, refused to clean it. He was being stupid, he knew, but he couldn't help it.

He quickly left the kitchen and found his way into the dining room. It was never used by them, except when they had company, and even then, it was used most informally.

Sasuke's eyes were drawn to a small intricate table and his breath hitched in his throat. That was where that hideous vase stood. Sasuke had always hated it and had always tried to get Naruto to get rid of it. But the Uzumaki had refused. Painted on the vase were small creatures that Sasuke always believed were foxes, but was never sure. It had made him wince every time he walked in the room. Once he had been so angry with Naruto that he had tried to throw it away, but Naruto had come in just in time to save it from the wrath of the Uchiha.

Sasuke's mouth was parted slightly, his eyes reflecting sadness and his body was frozen for a moment. The vase had never looked as beautiful as it was now. Sasuke walked over to it and sank to his knees, taking it carefully from its place of rest and hugging it close to him. Naruto had loved it, and so he loved it. It was simple.

That was Sasuke's night. A night of unwelcome memories that he never wanted to leave. A night of a lost love that would never return. That would never be rekindled.

Okay, first chptr of this fic. Tell me if it was good or if I should just abandon the idea. I kinda wrote it on impulse.

This will become a NejiSasu fic, but it will take time and reviews. This is my first fic with Sasuke as the uke. :3