Forget Me Not Chapter 2: The Boy Who Sold the World, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: If I owned them, would they really be ninjas and not personal sex slaves? Pffft.
Warning: Yaoi, cursing, death, and a little bit of OOC but not much.
Pairing: SasuNaru, others later.

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Forget Me Not
The Boy Who Sold the World

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Naruto ran as fast as he could, chest heaving with every small motion. It felt like dust was in his mouth, dirty and oh so dry. He had lungs, but they only worked on certain occasions, and weren't used to strenuous activity considering he had been isolated. Shrouded in darkness, everything looked the same to Naruto's eyes. Viciously unfamiliar and frightening.

So he ran, and every tree he passed didn't look anymore different than the last, perhaps only slightly more discouraging. Two large black gates were in front of him too soon, and he had only seen them once. He had no idea what to do, hands soothing out his disheveled blond curls.

Thus, he didn't notice a bitter looking boy leaning against the fence, troubled expression sketched deep into his finely chiseled featured face. A grunt, and Naruto finally looked up, stitches around his eyes stretching enough for them to widen, small drops of blood leaking from the corners.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Naruto would never forget that name.

He really couldn't place why, but he felt something, deep inside, that tingled. Because on the day they had laid eyes on each other, Sasuke looked just as defeated and helpless as he had.

Slowly, he worked the soreness out of his throat, and began to speak. "You're - I remember you..."

"Do you?" Was Sasuke quick, nonchalant reply. "Why?" he questioned softly, coming out of the shadows to stand in the moon light.

Naruto hid a gasp, blinking, even if it hurt. This man, he was so beautiful. Sharp lines that made up his face, deep, onyx eyes, penetrating and just a hint cruel, though not like Orochimaru's. His hair was as dark as the night, wisping around his cheeks. Naruto couldn't feel the wind, but he could tell his skin was chilled because of its blueish tint.

He shook his head, and the motion made something in his neck crack, a scream spilling from his throat. Sasuke made no move to help me, but something in his demeanor changed, softened.

When Naruto could find his voice, he blushed and looked away, rubbing around his collar bone gently. "I remember you in the square, when... when he took me. I remembered your eyes."

"That was five... six years ago?"

"I, I know."

A comfortable, if not awkward silence reigned, until Sasuke moved closer, and stared Naruto down, heavy sigh falling from his lips like water.

"Where is Orochimaru?"

The word burned in the frosty air, poisonous, and Naruto couldn't help but flinch.

"I left," the blond, whispered, teeth clenching, eyes screwing shut like he was in a bad dream.

"How?"

"You have a lot of questions."

"I've never met a puppet of his before."

That sentence nearly ruined Naruto, shook him to the core. If he had the will, he would have lashed out, but he just couldn't, not to this man, who in his own way, was showing his kindness by giving Naruto a fragment of his time. No one had ever spoken to him in such a disarming manner.

Sasuke seemed to stop, his bitter sneer melting away. "So where are you planning to go?"