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Naruto exhaled a warm breath the breathed right back in the stale air that smelled like the last reminders of sex; he was hoping that this day would be as wondrous and full of surprise just as lat night had been. Smiling up at the filtered sunlight that streamed through an open window that was on the wall next to him above a wide desk; the sun was something that Naruto had always been able to rely on. Just like the unpredictable moon that shown brightly in the sky of his world. They were the sole beings that were the most dependable things in his life so far. Humans weren't as trustworthy as those two stars that made a revolving couplet around our universe.

The blonde stretched his exhausted mussels before sitting up, sleep coated eyes grazing the space that was supposed to hold another warm body next to him, but instead was empty.

Naruto smiled a little, a small cheek pull on the left halve of his face, as he reached for the place that he had fallen asleep in Sasuke's arms only a few hours before this. The tips of his fingers gingerly ran over the pulled back sheets and the dented pillow where a few surviving strands of raven colored hair clung. Both were cold as if the bed had not been laid in since yesterday, frigid to the touch. Even the air above the wrinkled sheets smelt of death and every breath that Naruto had ever had to take in alone.

Bending down to the tip of the pillow he deeply inhaled the sent that was purely Sasuke; the Sasuke that he wished with all of the heart that he had given away to him that he was not far away from him and would return as quickly as possible to the younger boy. Run if he must. Crawl if need be. Even if he had to delay death or stop time to get back to Naruto, fine.

So many memories that the blonde now possessed had also tangled themselves in these bed linens, Naruto wasn't sure if he ever wanted to leave them because if he left them as Sasuke had he would eventually forget. Piece by piece of his memory of this time would be lost to him forever.

A lone tear fell across Naruto's scarred cheek as he bored holes into the silk blanket that was folded back expecting Sasuke to pop out of somewhere or out of nowhere it didn't mater. Pulling him into a soft good morning to kiss to tell him how much that he did and always would love him; then and only then would he leave this bed spread behind him for the new memories that he could make hear or anywhere else with Sasuke.

It was time to face the stupid sickening face of reality though, for it had come a-knocking on his door…Sasuke wasn't with him, but that didn't mean that he had to be necessarily gone, did it? Sasuke had just left him.

Naruto had never expected him to stay.

Was that premonition feeling he had had selfish or crude or even mean to have such thoughts? Naruto had expected to wake up the next morning without that significant other by his side. Such things cramped Sasuke's style and Naruto had known all along that once the night was over, once Sasuke had his way with him that he would be alone again; his own feelings about things of course didn't seem to be very important.

Was it bad or wrong to predict that which would be the worst case scenario and have an absolute gut feeling that it wasn't going to be proved any different then how he had thought it in the first place—no matter how much he himself longed to be disproved—and take the risk anyway? How he had hoped he would have been wrong. So very wrong. But when it came to the raven he was so predictable but then so unpredictable at the same time that it brought Naruto to the brink of insanity.

He wasn't anything like Naruto though, who had mood swings out the wazoo! Sasuke was a pretty predictable person on the outside but he'd locked so many things away that those things made him less predictable and then one didn't know what would happen next and all they could do was stay tuned.

Though just because he had foreseen thins did that mean that he didn't trust Sasuke?

Yes. That works perfectly well as an excuse, for the blonde didn't trust anybody to be there for him the next morning. But how could he not think this way? Over halve of the village hated him anyway for merely being born. Was giving this one life such a penance that he should be killed, loathed, despised, and even feared by those he had only ever wanted to be loved by. That's why he was such a disgusting creature; being bonded with a demon was an unforgivable sin even if he had never asked for it. Everyone knew that his soul would, one day, be consumed by the demon.

Though did it mean that he loved the older boy any less?

No definitely not! Naruto had never felt such sensations that scampered through him with little beckons of flame to set everything inside of him ablaze until all of his nerves were fried. Whether this was love or not small thoughts of the raven made the blonde involuntarily smile then want to cry then smile once again. It was almost like his blood had started flowing backwards along with his heart that had decided to flip over and beat in a whole new way. Naruto wondered if his eyes would now see things in a different perspective then before; before last night.

Last night…before the night in question the young boy had never thought that such things could happen to a monster. He had though woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with interesting pleasant dreams of Sakura whom he had had a crush on for since forever and even the shy but cute Hinata(he was a teenage boy after all) but never, not even once in the wildest of his wild dreams could he have ever dreamt of doing that with Sasuke. Though when it had been happening he had been so open; so willing.

Has he been the one to use Sasuke, or had Sasuke used him?

Naruto grabbed the corners of the blue silk wrapping it around him before stumbling out of the comfortable bed and tripping over to the window; his mussels were so stiff. He held tightly to the blanket around him and leaned into the window frame to breathe in some fresh air so that he could clear out his mind and think rationally about this.

His ears caught hold the two gossiping housewives conversation below and he involuntarily listened to the two ugly bitches.

"Did you hear about the last remaining member of the Uchiha clan, that Sasuke?" The plumper one chuckled.

"Yes, yes I did! That's a very great misfortune, very great indeed, 'tis a shame that he went to join that damn snake man, Orochimaru!" The one who appeared older prattled.

'Orochimaru?' Naruto leaned in closer to listen.

"You're absolutely right! It is awful isn't it, and the Hokage won't tell us where he went though. I absolutely wonder where in the world he could've actually disappeared to."

"Yes, it disappoints me."

"I bet it was to escape that monster, the short blonde one who's also on team seven, you know? He was always such a little trouble maker! I bet that's why Sasuke-kun left us. It's all that bloody demons faul—"

Naruto slammed down the rickety window almost breaking the glass; he didn't want to hear anymore. None of the abusive comments that he had been hearing all of his life—behind his back or to his face, it made no real difference. Naruto could tell you that they had been bearing all of there equal shares of pain and hurt and loneliness.

He waddled into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, closing his eyes only to see perfection displayed on the inside of his eyelids, which was discontinued by some more of his thoughts.

'Who the heck was Orochimaru!'

There was a loud harsh banging on Sasuke's front door making the blonde child almost leap off of the couch, stopping the revolving of his thought.

Naruto decided not to answer to their knocks. What would they think if they found him here? What sort of questions would they ask him, and demand that he answer? What would his heart pour out to them when he actually heard the depths of Sasuke's great disappearing act? It already felt as if his white and red blood cells had turned against each other and were using his body as a battleground.

Was it betrayal that was the act that Sasuke had committed? Deceit? Deluded him from the reality of the situation at hand? Lured him from the truth? Cheated him out of the love that now never can be born between the two of them? Trick him like the oblivious dobe that he obviously was?

But then again did it really matter what Sasuke had done to purposely hurt what was left of his pride, what was left of his heart, and everyone else that once had a selective part to play in the ravens life here in Konoha(sp I guess)? No it didn't. Knowing it or not Sasuke was already forgiven from whatever wounds he had given Naruto and the wounds he would inflict upon him.

They burst into the room the front door almost ripping it off of its hinges. If by delayed reaction, or whatever, Naruto barley looked up to a confused Iruka and an always passive Kakashi. Everything was numb inside of him, he couldn't even feel the nervousness that was surly gnawing away at him about what superstitious thoughts were going through both of his sensei's heads, as they saw him wrapped up in a blue blanket on a black leather couch; both obviously belonging to Sasuke.

And what about the news that the blond boy didn't know of yet; what was there left to kill that didn't reek of death inside of him?

Iruka came in, his shoe's squeaking as he knelt beside the boy whom he had always considered being like a son to him, his eyes widening at the fact that Naruto didn't even have on a good pair of clean boxers underneath that silky smooth piece of midnight. What exactly was Naruto doing here?

"Naruto, I'm sure by now you know that Sasuke's—"

"Gone…" Naruto finished sadly staring blankly at the ceiling that was the only part of Sasuke's home that wasn't painted and/or cloaked in some utterly dark mysterious color; it was just white. This house was like Sasuke in itself he was so enveloped in darkness but there was that little light even in someone who chose to be in the blackness that the raven was stepping through.

His father placed a open fisted hand on his sons head only to have the boy shrink away from him; something that has never happened before…

Tucking his hand back in his lap he asked, "Were you here with Sasuke all night, last night?" Naruto closed blood shot eyes and nodded once. "What-what were you two kids up too?"

Kakashi came and knelt beside his lover watching the boy's expression with his one good eye, only to realize that his pupil might as well have been dead; maybe, better off that way too. Looking like a lifeless corps, shit the boy had acting talent. Or was it that loosing his friend was having this much of an impact on him.

Naruto opened his mouth to answer his bottom lip held a slight quiver as he shifted lazy eyes between the two of them, how was it that they got to be so happy together? But his words were never spoken because he was cut off by a wailing pink headed bitching cherry blossom that ran into the room screaming like any screeching stupid ass fan girl, "Sasuke!" –A/N-GAGS-

The yellow tree shut his mouth again secretly thanking Sakura for interrupting him, as he turned away from all of them, wishing that they would just kill him, or they could wait and leave him torturous agony that had already began the process of him alive.

"Naruto, what are youdoing here?" she whispered with hidden meanings, there were fresh tear tracks running down her red stained cheeks.

"I-I spent the night," he mumbled biting his nails. Sakura watched as Iruka shuttered the fear that masked all of his features.

"What did Sasuke do to you?" Iruka demanded like an angry mother who looked to a dismissive Kakashi (who had pulled out his little orange book only out of complete boredom) for support on the issue that his son had been deflowered at such a young age.

"Nothing that I didn't wish for Iruka…"

"What do…what do you mean?" He asked, choking on the words as they came out.

Naruto shifted over so that he was facing them again with a mean glare in his eye, "We had sex! For the love of Ramen! There is that what you wanted to hear! We had hard passionate sex in his bedroom, just last night before he had decided to leave, lead me on, and then just be gone without a trace, that Bastard!" Ha was so unbelievably angry, disappointed, sad even but he refused to let the tears fall from his eyelids, it was a sign of weakness. Besides even though he had forgiven Sasuke that didn't make it hurt any less.

Sakura drew a harsh breath at Naruto's outburst, then turned on the spot and ran out yelling, "It's not true! It's not!"

"Naruto…"Iruka started but Kakashi held up his hand there was nothing that they could say to comfort his poor battered heart that was experiencing the worst form of lovesickness. There were no jitsu's (gosh sp) or medicines or potions that could heal a broken heart. There were no words of wisdom nor forms of calming silence that could see him through the darkened days ahead without the one who was supposed to be his best friend. Really, though would it have been so terrible if Sasuke could have just said goodbye?

"Hey wanna go out for ramen?" Asked Kakashi cheerily, thinking he had found the solution to the problem, "On me!"

"Pass…"

Both there smiles plummeted into frowns.

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