WARNING; If you don't like excessive boy x boy love and sex it would be cautioned not to read this.

"MISS YOU MORE EACH DAY."

CHAPTER TWO

( NARUTO VERSE. ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The day was warm and humid, every breath felt constricted inside his chest and struggled to adapt to the lack of oxygen in the air. It was peaceful outside and the background music was a comfortable sync. The gentle babbling of the water rushing by soothed the tension caused by the heat and the leaves on their branches swayed about due to the powerful hand of the breeze. The sweet singing of the birds in the sky proved itself as the ever-changing melody as nature's soundtrack continued to play. This music went disregarded by some and unnoticed by most, but on this pleasant afternoon, Naruto was both aware and grateful for the music. He had always found that he enjoyed noise of any sort, anything was better than the antagonizing pain that was brought by the silence. It left one of the mercy of one's own thoughts and it would slowly and the surely drive said person mad. Being o alone struck a powerful and malignant fear racing through Naruto and it refused to stop until it had taken total control of the young boy's entire body. He had been so alone his entire life, the last thing he wanted was to return back to that hell. Ever since his youth he had been on his own. He grew without the loving guidance of either parent, for both had died long before he could remember. He was ridiculed and singled out for the majority of his young life and being a Jinchuuriki, everyone despised his existence for no reason alongside that very one. Not many could stand to be around the small boy in fear that he might snap and kill them on the spot. But at that time, the Kyuubi was safely jailed beneath his breast and had no plausible means to escape. As time passed, the seal began to fade and weaken against constant wearing on Naruto's part. Using the beast's limitless gage of chakra took a toll on the durability of the lock as well as on the boy's control of the power. Try as he might, Naruto often lost his temper and the beast (seeing the opportunity) seized the opening and took control of the boy. It was hard keeping himself calm and collected, but over time the skill had developed and he could keep his cool quite easily.

Well, unless the topic of Sasuke happened to resurface itself again. If anyone dared speak illicitly against the boy, Naruto easily last it and often had to be physically restrained by Sakura. The dark haired male was inviting and enticing and no matter what he did, he always seemed to fall victim to his charm. The way he carried himself in such a way that everyone in the surrounding area immediately knew how inferior they were. His arrogance and superiority complex seeped from him at all times and his dark eyes were emotionless, yet so intimidating at the same time. His sallow, iridescently pale skin and the familiar smugness in his smirk made him god-like in so many ways that seemed indescribable to anyone that knew him. No one could avoid succumbing to this greatness; he was the literal personification of pure and untainted obsession. It was an unfair game that Sasuke obviously controlled, yet no one could tear themselves from playing. Everyone just kept tangling themselves more an more into his intricate web and soon one would hit the point of no return. Everyone was merely a marionette in life, with Sasuke as the puppeteer. Naruto was clearly no different, yet he continued to fall for his deceit over and over. The blonde could see no wrong in him. He refused to.

Being so involved the his thoughts, Naruto barely heard the rustle of branches that fell out of time with nature's symphony. He disregarded the noises of another approaching and only realized he wasn't alone when a tentative voice broke in over the bird's delicate melody. The immediate spike of a male's voice practically sent Naruto into cardiac arrest, he hadn't expected this and at the very moment Sasuke began to speak, Naruto practically jumped from his skin. With such a scare, the blonde lost his balance and landed squarely in the sand, ass first. His ocean-like eyes were spread as wide as they could possibly stretch; for he refused to believe the scene before him. How could this be happening? As the breeze picked up slightly, his yellow-blonde hair whipped across his face and tousled about his head. His thin, plushy lips had fallen open in awe and amazement. Naruto was unmoving, he was frozen on the spot and couldn't seen to breathe. His chest had tightened and everything within him constricted itself. Every bone in his body racked and shivered against the rapid pounding of his heart. Memories began to flood through his mind and he couldn't stop the sudden onrush of emotion. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he had to blink quickly to dispel them.

He wanted so badly to speak. To say something, anything to the god-like creature before him. He seemed to be basking in his own glory. That bastard! That dirty fucking bastard! Thoughts rebounded against his skull at such a pace, it made him dizzy. But still he stayed still, his knees were bent inward (much like a hentai school girl) and his palms were flat against the ground. All ten fingers had buried themselves into the soft solution of mud and sand that served as the river's bank. Sasuke's appearance had jump started his senses and Naruto had no control. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak and now he was sitting there like a dumb-founded, awe-struck idiot. But what was there to say? 'Hey, how are you doin' Sasuke? Long time, no see! Oh, by the way, are you coming back to Konohagakure no Sato now, or do I have to make you?' With an obnoxious immediate intake of breath, Naruto seemed to come back from his dreamland. He blinked a few times before he forced his eyes upward to meet his raven-like gaze. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and nervous, "I-I guess s-some things never change S-Sasuke. . .w-what are you doing here?"

( SASUKE VERSE. ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

An ominous shine radiated off of Sasuke's coal mocking voids; it was an intoxicating stare. Their gazes collided, as Sasuke's drilled down into Naruto's half hidden behind the nigrescent tendrils that blended into his petroleum optics. His lips wanted to twitch up into a wicked smirk when he saw Naruto dumbfounded, stumble back onto his ass and perform a face Sasuke had not been a spectator of for years. Was good to see it again. Made him smirk even more sadistically from satisfactory. After being separated for so long, they still could read each other like a book, and act in the same way to another, with the exception of Naruto being less ruthless, and he more ruthless during their last congregation. "Like you, Naruto?" Sasuke drawled out cruelly with an erotic resonance. Sluggishly moving lips stayed half curled up; being his antidote and assistance of holding back a dark chortle. Some things never did revolutionize. Was there a 'reason' to even articulate what he did? Maybe Sasuke still was able to finagle his way into making Naruto so overwhelmed with emotions he could only pull out the most common sensed comments in the world of known terminology. Flinging his pate upwards his mascara-dipped chains cascaded back; his bangs outlining the shape of his face staggering in short to longer layers. Just like the uncountable times before there was a transparent line of zipping electricity coursing through the route of their connecting gazes, causing friction between their contrasting eye colors. Sasuke felt surreal, and relaxed.

Feet brushed through the grass that was a few inches tall. The morning due drabbling off of the grass onto the clumped up fabric above his ankles, and onto the top of the arch in his foot. The open toed sandals let his toes become victims to the tickling sensation the emerald jades peeved to them, but Sasuke stayed unphased. Stopping at the edge of the river Sasuke didn't let his gaze be swapped from Naruto to any other object around. There was nothing worth the swap, the trees, water, and sky were about just as interesting as Naruto, but Naruto chagrined an silent iniquit laugh from him making the choice of what to stare at a little easier. Sasuke was a sick and almost inhumane bastard. Frozen over and a faultless robust to his believed cousins ice cubs. There was always a border of severance between Naruto and Sasuke, weather it was a mental block by the illogical serial codes in Sasuke's mind, or some type of obstacle. The river in this case was the thing situated in that profession. It was fun screwing around with his childhood friend he had managed to make such an accomplished mess of mislead loyalty. Choosing what was needed to be done, he ditched his pathetic childhood gang for bigger, better things. To them he was abducted by minion's of Orochimaru, but he went willingly. Very willingly. Power was needed. Bitter malicious supremacy that desperately also sought to be his friend.

There was something missing; and it wanted to roll off of his tongue so easily. Sasuke's atramentous windows slightly narrowed as his observation rolled around. The other nuisance he vividly remembered was absent. So many tears were shred on him by her. The name's vowels and keys were contained in the outskirts of his mind and heart. Idiots, and nothing but was all they were. They held him back with their affection, and sweet talk. Making him slack off and take longer on achieving his goals. Those goals that were etched in stone. Goals that did not have them as a priority to please and keep near in his interest. Halting at where the sand indifferently turned a gloomier hue with miscellany of branches and soaked forest substances Sasuke spoke again with an unstirred tone. "You act like my hate and misery is going to kill you all." Love was the long lost rival of loathing. Naruto was the pawn of love while him the pawn of loathing. It was a splendid analogy. Sasuke let his lips stay half adjured at the end of his sentence as if he was on the verge of saying something else, though it was not like him to come undone with words. He was not a talker or an enthusiast with action. He was standoffish, and unspoken.

The dimmed light of the sun peeked through the leaves knit together above. The speckles of light and speckles of darkened areas from the leaves leaving a mesmerizing pattern along the forest floor. Lazily carrying his gaze back to Naruto his eyes landed on his lips. Naruto's lips were still hanging open. Those lips brought back unusual sensations. Sasuke never guessed when he was thirteen he was going to have to submit his first kiss to Naruto. Never had anything like that had the ability to enter his mind, but it was an on going nightmare. Every time he became aware of Naruto's lips that day lingered back as dramatic images in his imagination. It coursed a shiver down his spine as he turned to his other thoughts that were pleasing in the utmost disgusted way. The warmth and pitter-patter is causes Sasuke to experience he grew fond of. His hormones were gradually kicking in after all this time, and to think Naruto was one who came to mind when he grew interested enough and took note of his hormones. It was growing harder to ignore these days and he was not expecting to have it skip through his thoughts during just a mere visit. A lump in his throat formed as he snatched his eyes away from Naruto's lips. This was an odd situation, and Sasuke continued to stay still, taunt and hushed. What was there to do? He could jump Naruto and penetrate though his body with his Katana now that he had got his old friend alone, but there were many other features of this whole trip that was holding him back. What was to be thought of him now being supposedly attracted to someone finally? Karin was a bad influence in his party apparently.