F is for Forever
perfect strangers down the line ; lovers out of time
It really wasn't the boy's fault, it could have happened to anyone. The night was silent, with the moon so carefully hidden behind deep clouds carrying what would be the literal death of a then sleepy young man. With the below freezing temperature plaguing the small city that the boy was in, it really was not that all surprising that ice had formed beneath the blanket of white that had cheerfully made it's way down. So, again, it really wasn't the boy's fault that he ended up in a ditch ten minutes out of town, with his windows smashed, airbag deployed, and the annoying OnStar woman yammering on about how she was calling the police.
Eyelids slowly moved down blue eyes as they peeked around. Snow was staring to freckle the dazed boy's arms due to the window that was completely smashed, and blood was beginning to pool around him due to the millions of shards of glass that had found residence in his body. Hesitantly, the blonde lifted his arm, to check if it still worked. It did, but the feeling of a thousand needles suddenly jamming themselves into him made the boy think twice and so he lowered his arm as quickly as he raised it.
After a few more minutes of inspecting himself, the full shock of what had just happened had yet to kick in, and listening to the woman continue to babble about how he was going to be alright, the boy, Naruto, frowned. A thought had just occurred to him.
He was going to die.
It wasn't a very cheerful thought, and when he told the woman that there was really no point in getting help she started to go on about how he was going to be just fine. Stupid lady, the injured boy knew death well enough to know when his time had come. Maybe it was because of the loss of breath he was experiencing, or how the edges of his vision was starting to blacken, but the young man was fairly positive there was nothing to be done.
Basking in this knowledge, he began to prepare himself, by shifting about to make himself comfortable and closing his eyes in welcoming of the smooth departure of his soul from this life, to the next. He breathing was just starting to slow when the stupid police officer showed up.
"This is Uchiha, Sasuke. I have just arrived on the scene on the car crash reported, will radio in later. Over."
A body so broken found a new strange sort of determination by that voice, and pushed open the lids hiding ocean blue eyes. The injured boy wriggled in a painful attempt to locate the voice that was oh so familiar. He didn't know a Sasuke, or an Uchiha for that matter. But he knew him. He knew his pale skin, his black hair, his coal eyes and how his mouth was always either frowning, or being pulled into a smirk.
Naruto knew this perfect stranger so well.
He just didn't know how.
When the dying boy's ears picked up the sound of snow crunching, the rest of his body moved to allow more access for his eyes to look at the man who was surely about to speak to him. It only took a few minutes until a face with an unhealthy shade of white tone was peering at him. Naruto smiled. Even though it hurt.
"Hello."
Sasuke blinked.
"I'm sorry."
This time, Sasuke's eye brows furrowed in confusion. "For what?"
This time, a giggled escaped the confused boy's lips. Thoughts and memories began to file in, of times he never saw, of things he never did. The blood was starting to darken the pure snow outside, reminding the boy of so many other times he and the stranger had been in this position before.
"I'm breaking the promise." Words that had no visible home in Naruto's mind started to make their way out. Neither understand what he is saying, but both know what he means. "We said we'd be together this time. Sorry."
Uninvited tears began to knock on inky eyes. Hands that had been stained with the blonde's blood so many times before started to shake. This wasn't right, they were supposed to get it right this time. They were going to be together. It was a promise.
The silent snow continued to fall, but had lessened it's attack. Now, gentle fluffs were slowly landing on a quiet cop's shoulders as his pale hand reached forward, to brush close the eyelids of his unknown deceased lover. Then, just as the wind started to pick up, slamming icy shards against the unprepared body of Sasuke, he laid himself down next to the departed boy. A small smile pricked at his lips that opened to whisper words that the boy himself knew not the meaning to.
"That's the good thing about forever; we'll always have another chance."
This is soo a drabble ~~~
... make up whats happening for yourself, and if you really don't get it, ask me. xDD
... this may or may not follow into another story that will be posted in like.. 13 more drabbles. Kudos to whoever figures it out ;D (when the time comes xD)
This one isn't getting a happy ending. just sayin'
Just one more of these depressing things, then it's switching to sickeningly sweet fluff. woo~? xD
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