Sorry if it was confusing...

Bold- Kyubbi

Italics- Naruto talking mentally back to Kyubbi

My friend said I should mention the relationship is slow...

That night there was no one, and this time no screaming from outside. I fell asleep easy and comfortably. But before I fell asleep, I tried to reason why my attitude had changed so dramatically when I was talking to him. I don't know what kind of feeling this is. But I definitely look forward to noon.

So I rushed through my morning, (after sleeping in way late,) and it was around 10:00. I wished Iruka wasn't at work, then I could talk to him about this.

I practiced hitting targets while I waited for noon to get closer. What was I going to say? What kind of things would he bring up?

That made me think of something else. My attitude changed in that moment, but so did his. He was still calm Sasuke, but he wasn't being a jerk, he wasn't pissed, he was just talking to me sincerely.

He got there before me, but I was right on time. He was sitting in the same spot against the tree. I sat in my previous spot, only closer.

Sasuke said, "So you wanted to talk," It wasn't a question. It was more of a cue to start.

"Why…other then now, are you always such a jerk? I'm not accusing you, just…why?" This whole time I knew I would have a hard time not starring at him, but I tried hard not to.

He smirked. "The same reason your hyper, other then now. It's part of my built up personality. Part of who I am. I can't change it."

Well, it was true.

"My turn. Why do you like Sakura so much? What do you see in her?"

I growled, "I don't like her like that, Sasuke!" Now I wasn't just bluffing. I know I cared about Sakura, she was my friend. But I didn't see anything relationship wise with her.

"Sware?" He asked, I nodded.

"Then I want another, do you love anyone, like that?"

I swallowed, this was not like Sasuke at all. "If I did, I wouldn't tell you!"

Sasuke scoffed, "I thought we were speaking openly. I'm not going to judge you."

I exhaled deeply, "Okay, No. I don't. My turn."

I considered my question carefully. I wanted to dig deeper, and learn more about him, without upsetting him. I knew what I wanted to ask, but I tried differently first.

"Who do you love, like that?"

Sasuke was silent for a half second too long. "No one." I noticed, but didn't say anything.

I was quiet again. Since Sasuke didn't say anything, I assumed it was my turn to question.

"Do you have nightmares a lot?" I asked gently.

His expression changed from relaxed to something I couldn't read instantly. "Yeah. Do you?" His voice was quieter.

"Every night." I whispered. "What are yours about?"

I could tell I was opening up a touchy subject. But it was for me too, and I wanted his honest answer.

"I don't want to tell you."

"We're speaking openly." I reminded him.

He didn't move or breathe momentarily. Then he took a long breath in and started.

"About my clan's murder. It's the same dream every night. There's every regret I have before the murder, and then there's…the replay. The blood…and the screams…and the fear…blood…Ita-" His voice shook.

He trailed off, and clutched at his head. He replayed the memory as he spoke. I felt horrible about bringing it up now.

"Sasuke!" I called, he snapped his head up. I realized how his trauma effected him so much. His eyes were wide and his hands shook on his head.

"I didn't mean to bring up-"

"Don't talk about it anymore." He demanded. His hands fell back to his sides and he calmed down.

I sighed, then he asked. "What are yours about? don't tell me if you're going to react like I did."

"They're about people." I started. "In my dreams, I'm alone and it's dark. People come…and try to kill me. They use their fists and knives…They think I'm a disease, a monster…"

"Why?" Sasuke asked, leaning forward. He sounded concerned.

I could not answer his question. To me, this was deeper then anything we've both said put together, plus anything we may say later. Besides, I was just telling him about what happened in my dreams. He didn't need to know that those things actually happened in reality. And why…

"They hate me." I said simply.

Sasuke got closer, much to my discomfort. "Why do they hate you? Why do they think you're a monster?"

"I don't know…" I didn't sound convincing.

Just tell him, Kit.

He's gonna hate me, Kyubbi! Just like everyone else!

How do you know? Haven't you told me that Sasuke's the only one who doesn't judge you or hate you?

But if he knows, that might change!

Then lie.

YOU ARE NOT HELPING!

"But you do. Why won't you tell me?" Sasuke asked.

I swallowed the pathetic sound that might have been a whine. "Because you'll hate me!"

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Why would I hate you? Just tell me. I won't be angry…"

"O-okay!" I started. "Remember…when we were in the academy, how they taught us history?"

Sasuke nodded.

"Remember how, there was a nine-tailed fox demon…that the 4th Hokage managed to defeat?"

I could tell by looking at him, he didn't know what I was getting to. He was missing some information. "Well, he didn't destroy It. It's still alive…and…He sealed it, in the body of an infant."

Then I figured he was getting it. "And…that…infant was…M-"

I didn't need to finish the word. I didn't want to see his reaction. I buried my face against my knees, which I was now clutching towards my chest.

"So wait, you're…" He started, then was cut off.

Because I let out a sob. I felt so stupid, stupid. In front of him.

"Na-Naruto, don't…I don't hate…" He started.

"I only…found out before…I graduated. I didn't…M..know! I sniffed and sobbed harder. I couldn't help it. "Wondering…Why every-everyone hated…me so…much…Everywhere I went…People hurt me…"

"What? So you were…"

Shit. I just told him. We were talking about dreams, and I said I was beat up and hated in the real world. "N-no…I…meant…" I started.

"Don't try to hide what you just told me!" He let go of my shoulders. "Why didn't you tell someone this was happening?!" He sounded seriously angry, and it surprised me.

I looked up at him, his expression changed again when he saw me. "Because…it would make me…sound weak." I whimpered.

Sasuke flinched, "That's the reason?" He sounded angry. "That's it!? That's why you let people do that!?"

My crying had slowed, and while it was still weak, I could keep my voice straight. "It doesn't matter anyway. Why should anyone care about me? I'm a monster." I whispered.

Sasuke didn't say anything for a while. Then finally he said, "Sakura, Kakashi, Iruka, the Third Hokage, they don't think you're a monster."

I wondered why he didn't say his own name. He must hate me too. "But…they…" I was about to say, they don't know. But Sakura was the only one who didn't know.

"They know what lives inside your body, but they don't hate you. They take care of you."

I wiped my eyes. "And what about you!? Do you think I'm a monster!?" I snarled.

"No. Absolutely not."

I felt better on the inside. Sasuke didn't care about Kyubbi, and better yet, he wanted to be my friend.

"That's enough for today," He said, getting up slowly. "I'll see you here tomorrow for training."

I bit back whatever I may have answered with, and stood up.

"I'm sorry for making you upset." He added.

I nodded, head down.

What I didn't know, was that Sasuke desperately didn't want me to go home. Home to those people. He was just to embarrassed to ask if he could come with me.