Title: I Don't Smoke.
Warnings: Language, adult themes, possible porn
Rating: M (for safety)
Summary: They met and fought over a cigarette. They learned a lot about each other through that same cigarette.
I Don't Smoke
By: Tiny Timbit
It was snowing. Naruto vaguely thought that it didn't feel cold enough to snow yet. He took a deep breath, feeling the stinging of the cold fill his lungs. He glanced back in the direction he had come, and sighed before leaning up against the building, quickly searching through his pockets. He pulled out his cigarette package and took one out, holding it comfortably between his fingers. He had never smoked a single stick before, and he was not about to start. The cigarette was more of a security blanket than anything.
It was the comfort of having someone who used to give him sound advice close by. He always found himself pulling the cancerous stick out and holding it leisurely in his hands as he tried to ease his worries.
He glanced back at the direction he had come, once again, and looked fondly down to the white paper in his hand. He wished he had some advice right now, something to help him figure out why he was where he was. He wished for a lot of things really, but he knew wishing got you nowhere. He could almost hear Asuma's voice ringing in his ears, but it held no advice. Just the deep strong voice that he loved so much.
Naruto sighed and placed the cigarette back in its package, feeling the cold sinking into his skin. He definitely did not dress for the weather; clad only in a thin black sweater and matching sweat pants.
He felt a shiver rack his body and he hugged his sweater a bit tighter. He sighed again, letting the wisps' of his breath get lost in the night. He knew he should head back to the house, he was sure his new foster father was getting worried-or from his warm personality, it seemed he would be worried about him being out so late.
Taking one more glance around the darkened suburban neighbourhood park, he moved away from the side of the building (a recreational centre), and moved back in the direction he had come.
-o-o-o-o-
It was lightly snowing. Sasuke watched as it tumbled down in soft flakes hitting the seemingly untouched pavement. He turned towards his computer; the wireless keyboard sprawled out beside him. He pushed the volume button several times- causing the music that was softly drifting in the background to be pushed to the foreground.
He mindlessly tapped his fingers against the air in sync with the drumbeat. He had taken a keen interest in drums, though he barely knew how to play. Yet, he could always match the tune perfectly with his fingers tapping nothing.
He closed his eyes and grunted, pushing the keyboard away and laying back on his twin bed. Sasuke could have easily fit a queen size bed in his room, but whom was he joking? He didn't need or want one. It was not like he needed to sleep with his older brother every time his parents went away on business for weeks on end. His brother used to do that for him when he was a kid, right up until he died. Itachi would always let Sasuke into his double bed and keep him company when no one else was there. Mind you, he was no longer an eight year-old kid. He could perfectly well keep himself entertained while his parents vanished to Timbuktu in order to keep food on the table. Not that they ever ate together either. He frowned in thought. He honestly could not remember the last time they had physically sat down and eaten together.
The song changed, and the drums turned into the lullaby of a piano. Though, the lyrics in no way resembled a lullaby.
He thought of his brother, and the ache in his chest grew stronger. He idly wondered if there would ever be a cure for heartache when he softly drifted asleep.
So that was the prologue. Tell me what you think, reviews always appreciated :)
