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Content warning: failed suicide attempt, male on male, SasuNaru.

Note: where I live, and most of the world, legal drinking age is 18-20

Amnesiac

I cannot understand anything anyone is saying. 'IV-drip.' We have… Pulse stabilized... Severe blood loss.' 'Type B-Blood…' The bright lights hurt my eyes. Someone has been saying 'Naruto' repeatedly, sounds familiar… Where am I? It hurts. Did I do something? But most importantly, who are you, who is calling me?

Chapter two: Who are you?

Sasuke hated hospitals: the smell, the sick people, and the doctors made him feel nauseous. And he was now entering one with Naruto, his live-in boyfriend. The paramedics took him away from the cold body and left to the Intensive Care Unit. Yes, Sasuke was in shock, but it was unlike an Uchiha to show any kind of emotion. He kept his handsome, stoic face while filling the paperwork, making the receptionist nervous. He sat down at the waiting room, staring at the floor, lost. He hated it, he hated everything. What made Naruto try to kill himself? He remembered the note he hurriedly grabbed on as soon as the paramedics started taking care of Naruto. Sasuke rubbed his temples and passed his hands across his face.

The youngest Uchiha didn't want to open it. He didn't want to see what made Naruto try something as harsh as killing himself. But, deep inside, he knew what must have happened.

The letter had been crumpled in his pants. With trembling hands, he slowly opened it, keeping his face blank.

Dear Sasuke,

By now I'm probably gone, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that happened between us, I'm sorry for forcing myself to you. Today, I hate myself more than I have ever hated anything.

I love you, I always had since the first time I saw you in high school. It was pretty weird, wasn't it? I still remember our first (and accidental) kiss, our first date, and the first time we made love. It was all a fairy tale, and if there's an afterlife, I'll cherish it from there as I did while alive.

But that's all it was, a fairy tale. A person like me does not deserve any kind of happiness. Hearing you make that blonde yours just like you have made me countless times before made me realise I do not deserve any. I'm sorry for taking away your happiness, too. Now, without me on the way, you'll be able to have a girlfriend and a future wife who can meet your standards and, someday, make you a father. Please tell everyone who could somewhat stand me I'm sorry for the pain this may cause, and not to miss me.

With love,

Naruto Uzumaki

-Mister Uchiha? – a woman loudly spoke – There are some things we need to discuss.

-Yes, ma'am.

-My name is Tsunade Senju, and I was called to be the psychiatrist in this case of yours.

-I see, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Senju.

-I prefer the term Doctor or psychiatrist, Mister Uchiha.

Sasuke simply grunted at the attitude the woman was giving him during this time. It was not the time to make casual talking.

-Mister Uzumaki tried to kill himself.

That was it, Sasuke didn't need this woman to state the obvious, so he snapped.

-Do you think I don't know? – the raven boy shouted. – I found him there laying down, cold and almost lifeless in the bathroom!

-Mister Uchiha, please calm down and don't shout. We'll get into peculiarities once we make sure our boy will make it through.

-What do you mean make it through? – Sasuke was on the verge. Was Naruto really going to die?

-He has a concussion on the head. We won't be able to know how deep the damage is until we make a magnetic resonance imaging, it could be a mild concussion or have haemorrhage. We have to make sure he is completely stable too since he lost a lot of blood. He might not be able to wake up.

Sasuke's world turned upside-down. Would Naruto be in a coma forever? No. Naruto was strong. He knew Naruto would make it, wake up the next morning and, if he would forgive him, be with Sasuke forever, like he always wanted. Yes, that would be nice. He wouldn't be with any other woman and… oh.

"What have I done, what have I done?"

A smaller woman appeared besides doctor Senju, and told her something Sasuke paid no mind.

-Mister Uchiha, follow me this way please.

Sasuke kept repeating the horrible mantra in his head.

23-years-old

-I'm so beaten up… – Sasuke heavily sighed as he entered the small apartment he was renting. He had just started working at the Uchiha Finance and Stock Corp, but he didn't want to be in just for being the CEO's son. He wanted to climb his way up, and that meant doing all sort of odd and tiring jobs. The warmth of the apartment and a savoury smell filled his nostrils.

-Hello Sasu! How was your day? – A boy that looked like a ray of sunshine cheerfully smiled at him. They had recently moved in together, and everyday he was excited of coming back home.

-Shit, as always. Today Itachi went crazy because a client, some influential stockbroker, suffered some great loses. We had to rearrange his stocks.

-Sounds harsh baby… I prepared you your favourite food for you to enjoy.

-Is it tomato soup?

-And filled onigiris, the best of the best for my darling.

Sasuke sighed again, but now from relief. –Thanks.

-I love you.

25-years-old

I love you, too.

Naruto was stabilized. His pressure had normalised after four blood transfusions and two induced coma days. Sasuke was glad, he really was. He hated every single hour he had to go to work and be apart from Naruto. It was Monday already, and Tsunade told Sasuke Naruto wouldn't be in his induced coma anymore, and they had to wait for him to wake up. Sasuke passed the whole weekend by his lover's side.

-Mister Uchiha, good afternoon. – Tsunade greeted him when she saw him enter room 205.

-Good afternoon, Doctor Senju.

-I told you to call me Tsunade, – Sasuke grunted, but let her be – anyway, it has been 10 hours since we stopped the coma medication and he still hasn't woken up. The MRI turned out with little to now anomalies, so we aren't exactly sure what's going on. Maybe if you talk to him, he'll wake up.

-Understood, ma'am.

Sasuke was left alone with Naruto for what seemed to be an eternity, but Sasuke wouldn't give up on him. Sasuke was tired, sleeping on the room's sofa was taking a toll on his body, but he wouldn't waste the second opportunity he was given. The Gods had smiled upon them; it was a miracle Sasuke found Naruto while he was still alive. He had done some research and it said that talking and telling stories to the patients in coma could help stimulate the brain.

-Naruto, wake up, sweetheart. Here I am, Sasuke. I am here to tell you a story, darling. Remember our first date…?

20-years-old

It was a cold, winter day. Sasuke had finally accepted to go on a date with Naruto, even though he wasn't so sure about going out with someone of his same sex. It wasn't like he didn't like Naruto, but a male couldn't give him a child.

It had been two weeks since the drunk incident at the local pub when they "accidentally" slipped on the icy road and kissed each other. One thing led to another and it looked like they had a passionate sex night and, even worse, that he took Naruto's virginity. When Sasuke woke up with his first ever hangover, he could smell bacon cooking. He looked down himself and noticed his nakedness, and panicked. Was it Sakura or Tenten? Sasuke quickly pulled his boxers over and went to the kitchen to find a nightclub-like dressed Naruto cooking.

-Good morning, teme! Want to have breakfast? Last night was… especially wild.

Sasuke, dumbfounded, agreed and the rest of the morning was blurry, but Naruto left without saying anything about Sasuke's prior nakedness. Not too long after, he received a message from the blond guy, asking if he wanted to grab some ice-cream together. Sasuke panicked, what if Naruto wanted something more than a friendship?

They finally decided to go and see a horror movie. Sasuke didn't like them, but Naruto was a fan so they went together. Sasuke took Naruto's hand during a jumpscare, and Naruto rested his head on the raven's shoulder.

They decided to have dinner at an Italian restaurant close to the cinema, and they talked for hours with a bottle of wine by their side.

-The night of our sin we also had wine before we went to that sketchy pub with Sakura, Kiba, and Tenten.

-Of our sin? Are you talking about that peck we had because I was tipsy and you were drunk?

-No, Naruto… That was an accident. I'm talking about what happened afterwards, when… We were in my apartment.

-Did something happen?

-Naruto, let's not be naïve. I know we had sex, and I'm sorry, that didn't have to happen that way.

-What? No! You puked all over yourself so I gave you a shower before we went to sleep. I didn't know where your clean underwear was so I just left you naked, and the other side of the bed was ruffled because I didn't know how to turn on the heater and you were naked, so I –Naruto blushed –I spooned you but I didn't see anything I swear!

Sasuke chuckled. Maybe he could love this man, too.

25-years-old

-It was a wild ride, wasn't it baby? Then we had to get my parent's approval. It wasn't as rough as I thought, it figured they thought we were already a couple since high school and I was going to tell them we were getting married. How silly, right? Getting married at 22…

Sasuke spent the whole afternoon telling stories to Naruto's motionless body. The nurses were all looking at the room's window, rumour was there were two handsome men there, and they couldn't help but take a peek at the sweet relationship unfolding inside.

Morning arrived, the sun was just rising. It was 6am when Naruto opened his eyes. He felt himself tired, heavy, but most importantly confused. Where the heck was he? But, most importantly, who the fuck was holding his hand?

-My… my head hurts. – Naruto stated in a soft voice. He looked at his right side since he could feel a strong grip against his hand. –Where am I? – This woke Sasuke up.

-Naruto… You're up. – Sasuke whispered with a soft smile and what seemed to be tears forming in his eyes. Some part of himself couldn't really believe it: it was really a second opportunity given by the Gods' to make things right. He hugged the blond firmly but tender at the same time, pouring his feelings to the other's body, but Naruto did not respond.

-Could you please get off of me? – Naruto stated coldly. This made Sasuke back off and remember what happened last Friday night.

-Naruto… I can explain!

-Who are you?

Sasuke got really nervous, what was going on? He called the nurses to tell them Naruto was already awake.

-He seems to have post-traumatic amnesia. – the busty lady told Sasuke as Naruto ate some chocolate cake.

-Will he recover his memory?

-You see, – Tsunade stated, – post-traumatic amnesia is a way for the mind to cope with traumatic events and complete the body's healing without having a psychological toll on the body. His amnesia can last from days to months, and it's best to not try and force him to remember whatever his mind is trying to conceal.

The lady looked at him with an inquisitive look. Sasuke knew what was it that she wanted.

-We will have to wait until he's completely healed to start his treatment. I will discharge him from the hospital today, but he will need to rest for two weeks before we start the psychiatric treatment, which means he will be in a psychiatric facility for weeks. Are you fully conscious of this, Mister Uchiha?

-I am.

Naruto was discharged that afternoon.

Sasuke had taken the day off. Itachi had been condescending and understood Sasuke's problems, so he gave his little brother the two week "vacation" Tsunade gave Naruto before getting him into psychiatric ward. He didn't need any medicines for the moment other than iron supplements and recommended diet for a proper re-nourishment of Naruto's body.

Naruto was not sure about anything. He new his name, but everything else had to be told by Sasuke. He now new he was 24 years old, a third grade Publicity student, that he worked in a restaurant the afternoons to cost his university, and that the raven dude was his lover. He was confused and wanted to know more. His arm had stitches, meaning he wanted to kill himself, but why? The doctor told him to not worry about that for now and to enjoy life as much as he could. That moment, he was hungy.

-Uhm, hey, Mister Uchiha…

-It's Sasuke, Naru. Remember we're lovers?

-Oh ok Sasuke… Well, I'm…

-What is it, sweetie?

-I'm kind of hungry…

-Let's go get whatever your heart wants, my love.

-Well, I'm not sure what I want.

-I know what you like the most.

It was a small, but tidy restaurant. A young woman with a gentle smile welcomed them.

-Naruto! I'm so glad you are back here.

-Yes, here I am… I'm sorry, but I don't seem to remember your.

The lady opened her eyes, but nodded.

-I heard that you have amnesia, Mister Uchiha told me. He also told me that it would be better if your remembered me by yourself. I will serve you what your heart loves the best, it's all on me. But yours isn't, Uchiha. What would it be?

Sasuke frowned, a bit annoyed by the woman's attitude. –I'd like some vegetable soup, please.

The lady hurriedly went to the kitchen and came back soon enough with a big bowl of pork ramen and a small bowl of fermented beans, natto-jiru.

-Here, a big ramen pork bowl for you, Naruto! And for Uchiha, vegetable soup with natto-jiru. I hope you like this lousy restaurant's food, Uchiha!

Sasuke sighed, so she heard him talk about this back on the fated day. He just thanked her for the meal she probably knew he hated and started forcefully eating it. Everything was worth it with the face Naruto made on the first bite.

-This... this is delicious.

-My, my, thank you Naruto! The best of the best for the proud boy you are. – The lady smiled

-Can I have another one?

-As many as you want, my love. – Sasuke said softly.

Naruto ended eating three pork ramen bowls, and Sasuke smiled througout the entire meal.

The journey was just beginning.

This was the second chapter! Remember to review it :) I hope to post the third one tomorrow or on Wednesday. xoxox