Note from the Author: … I love people. And here's a little secret - :shifty eyes: I love you guys too. The only explanation I'm offering for this story is that it stormed this morning, I was driving in it, had a panic attack, and started writing in my head to alleviate it.
Book-manga-freak: o.O You're so excitable. And that makes me feel good inside.
Porny: … Yes. Because there are so many choices to choose from. :is glomped and loved it:
Naash: o.O Haven't you noticed yet? I'm Queen Angst.
Storms
"We are standing in the storm of our own being."
Uzumaki Naruto loved storms.
He loved the hum of the rain clattering on the roof, the firefly flashes of lightning, the purr of thrumming thunder.
He loved the isolation that bad weather brought.
He spent most – if not all - of his waking hours trying to prove himself to those around him, to draw their attention to him. But in the storms – during the storms, he didn't have to impress anyone. In the rain, he could be simply Naruto and love the world just the way Naruto would.
But this storm made him, not just content, but honestly happy.. This lightning came from a hand instead of the sky. This thunder was locked in a pair of brooding eyes. This rain was dark hair brushing against his neck.
Naruto loved every different kind of storm – thunderstorms, lightning storms, rainstorms. But the one he loved the most was named Uchiha Sasuke.
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Uchiha Sasuke had always been secretly afraid of thunder.
It was too loud, often disrupting his thoughts. He'd always thought that not having to think would be a blessing. But surprisingly, that wasn't the case. His brain echoed with the clapping of the thunder – the angry sound rocking around inside his head. Covering his ears didn't do anything to alleviate the ache it caused – now it was inside him, vibrating through his bones, and he was going crazy.
His bedroom was dark, and where it was usually cool, now it was unbearably warm with the humidity the rain brought. He thrashed about beneath his blankets, feeling feverish – vaguely aware that it was all in his head – that fear was an emotion best left ignored – but the teachings of the Academy didn't help it to dim.
Fingers slid across his cheek, hushing him gently, a forehead pressed against his temple. "It's okay," a voice whispered. "I'm here."
Relaxing immediately, not caring that he was acting like a child, he buried his face into Naruto's chest and let him protect him from the storm.