Damned
Rated T; AU
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters do not belong, in any way to the writer of this fanfiction. This fiction is written for non-profit reasons.
All of the chapters/ short stories in this collection are not correlated in any way to any of the other chapters. There is no certain order and may often drift between AU and canon. Each can be read and interpreted independently.
A/N: Inspired by Carrie Underwood's song "Before He Cheats."
Naruto digs his keys into the silver convertible, ignoring the rational side of him that screams of how much the car is worth. He is too far gone to care. He grits his teeth as the high screech assaults his ears, reveling in the pain it is causing him. It does not even begin to compare to the pain that he is already feeling.
He drags his keys in a large swooping arch along its sleek metallic side, slowly and painfully carving his name into the chrome finish. He smiles sadly as he admires his handiwork. Seeing the etched name causes something else in him to shatter – he doesn't even know he has anymore left in him to break as he falls to the ground, and slumps against a tire he previously slashed.
This is how Sasuke finds him. His eyes widen briefly before his face is expressionless again. He does not comment on the damage done to his hundred-thousand dollar car and instead picks up Naruto, who does not have the energy to protest and carries him back to their apartment.
Inside, he finds a wreck. The expensive lamps are shattered, littering the carpeted floor with millions of shining shards, not unlike the current state of Naruto's heart. The leather couches and chairs are torn and Sasuke is reminded of wild animals.
Sasuke sets Naruto down on one of the better faring chairs. That is when Naruto opens his mouth to speak. He says only one word and he bites his lip as though if he doesn't, all the words, the pain, the anger will tumble out and he will regret it because it is bound to result into something he cannot take back.
"Why?" He feels a numbness creeping into his blood, freezing his heart over as he utters that single word in a broken tone.
Sasuke does not answer. And Naruto repeats the question with more fervor; the emotion is raw in his voice.
"Why? Why did you sleep with her?" Naruto chokes out. He feels like vomiting as he says the words and cannot bring himself to look at Sasuke's silent face. His fingers clench around the keys that are still in his hand and he presses hard against the metal, hoping to drive the numbness from his body. He almost sighs with relief when the numbness is replaced by pain and the warm, wet gush of blood.
Sasuke still does not say anything and instead walks to the bathroom for a wet towel for Naruto's hand.
Naruto cannot bear it any longer. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks and sobs begin to escape from his clenched lips. He bites down harder on his lower lip until that too bleeds. He refuses to believe that Sasuke, his Sasuke is willing to throw away fifteen years of friendship and seven years of love for that tramp but he forces himself to face the reality of the situation. He does not and cannot fathom his reasons and Sasuke does not offer any.
Naruto closes his eyes and the images assault his mind, his sanity but he cannot bring himself to banish the apparitions.
He writhes in the visions of his lover in bed with another. He wills himself to endure the pain of the discovery. He forces himself to live through the memory again and again until he feels like screaming.
He takes a shaky breath and does not even flinch when he sees Sasuke leave the apartment – and him, possibly forever, possibly to see her, possibly to leave him to die of a broken heart.
And he does.
The next morning when Sasuke comes home for his belongings, he finds Thorazine littered across the carpeted floor and his feet crushes the pills into fine powder as he walks further into the bedroom. The stench of alcohol – Jack Daniel's – invades his nose and he has to overstep puddles of the whiskey ruining the rug. He finds Naruto sprawled spread-eagle on their bed. The blue, blue eyes are wide and vacant and they no longer remind him of the sky he lives for. The golden halo is dull and lifeless and Sasuke has to look away from the sight of the broken angel.
He begins to cry. Sasuke has never cried before – not when he was sent away from Naruto to boarding school, to college. Not when his brother died. Not when he found Naruto again after eight long years; he did not cry in happiness even though he had wanted to more than anything. Not when his father forced him into having an unwanted relationship with that woman who broke Naruto's heart and soul and life.
But Sasuke cries now. He cries for Naruto, for what they once had, for what they can never have again. He cries for the death of his angel and he cries for his own damned soul.
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I do NOT condone suicide, or the wrecking of personal property due to infidelity. Nor do I actually condone infidelity or polygamy itself. In fact, anyone who partakes in such can roast in hell as far as I am concerned.