Naruto looked straight at the eyes of Godaime with stern expression

Yukikaze

Kiba

Summary: Sasuke's back from his avenging mission to Konoha to find everybody moved on, and most of them Naruto. He keeps his secrets to himself and has greatly changed, there's no longer Naruto he knew, Sasuke should accept new reality otherwise he would have no chance in winning certain dobe's heart.

Rating: 18+

Pairings: SasuNaru

Feedback: Reviews are greatly appreciated

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi and almost everyone else.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Everything belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. English is not my mother tongue.

Warning: nothing than some angst and yaoi

A/N: Okay guys, I got it – you didn't forget. So thank you very much. All of you really. I know I have too much catchings up to do – so, just be prepared.

Chapter 11

When the deep long shadows started covering the fields, somewhere deep underneath the earth surface soft voice spoke up.

"So, you plan on destroying the village? Well, but what exactly makes you think that I will somehow, even in the slightest bit lend you a hand? You were supposed to finish him ages ago. But now you want to go and fuck everything up just to satisfy what liitle ambitions you still had the courage to keep, don't you?

The answer of his opponent came as a hiss.

Naruto was lying on his stomach looking out of the evergreen bushes, his tensed muscles and hard breathing showing just through how much endurance he was undergoing now. Sasuke left early in the morning to get them some food from the nearby areas where it was possible to find anything. Uchiha didn't want to cut their "awesome" 2 weeks surveillance, just to feed some hungry/angry blond.

By the beginning of the second week, Naruto was more than ready to kill Uchiha himself instead of their still hidden enemies and the threat looked so close to the real one, that Sasuke fully comprehended the situation he was in – it was either to give up and go back to Konoha with nothing at hand or to find some sort of a meal for Uzumaki, who seemed to be on the edge of transforming and destroying every little thing alive in the radius of 500 kilometres. It started seeming really dangerous when Sasuke saw red glittering in the usual blue eyes and unbelievable whiteness of long canines, coming out of Naruto's mouth when he opened it slightly while sleeping. Though Sasuke was sure that wasn't deliberate.

Anyway, the time was running short and they couldn't afford to wait any longer. All this time Naruto barely spoke to him, preferring to lay in ambush, silent, pretending that Sasuke didn't stand nearby, his breathing just merely inches away from Uzumaki's.

"So what was going on? Why the enemies haven't shown themselves even once. Is this a trap? Maybe the information Tsunade gave was wrong?" Sasuke was asking himself over and over again.

Naruto opened the door, which led to the most familiar place he had ever known. He liked it. It seemed so welcoming and each time he left it, he felt like he was losing something very precious. The door was strange, very strange. It was made of silver locks which he easily broke and soft, transparents bars, he couldn't but hear - gentle voice speaking to him, it seemed that the voice was coming somewhere out of his deepest self.

"Why are you afraid so much. You don't have to worry any more. Everything's fine. You won't feel alone, you know. And you know what you have to do, right? You know what you have to do to? For us to be together? Just the two of us? Like always, just you and me, the baby and the beast? You do know how it feels, right? You should know what to do to stop from getting in our way, to stop meddling with us? He should be gone, you understand?!"

Naruto woke up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily. How long was it when he last saw this kind of dreams. Something was happening, he knew that. The beast rarely talked to him like that.

He slightly shifted and felt something warm touching his right hand. Naruto immediately jumped up – he wasn't used to feel this warmth, especially coming from peacefully sleeping Uchiha. Well, maybe long times ago, so far away while being in the night missions, that he totally forgot how his rival looked in this peculiar state of immobility.

Sasuke slept on his back, very straight, breathing so quietly it didn't make a sound. Beautiful raven locks fell dawn upon his serene face, long lashes trembling so slightly, one hand was squeezing cold metal, another one… was holding onto Naruto's shirt. That was unexpected. Naruto moved away, but the hand of the shinobi was griping too tight, so it moved with his body, making Sasuke to shift a little towards the blonde. That was definitely wrong move. He didn't know why but this little intimacy or safeguarding from freaky Uchiha set Naruto's fragile state in panic. Not that he was scared, but to see Sasuke's face so close to him made him feel…uneasy. Nevertheless to his surprise, he loosened the grip very gently and freed himself. He then turned to the other side, shifting away from his partner and engulfed into deep sleep once again.

Next morning brought the astonishing news. They received the letter, telling them to complete the mission and get back home the same day. Konoha was turbulent and needed all shinobis to gather. This both Uchiha and Uzumaki understood at once. Again the fox got furious. "What the hell we were waiting here till the end of the world, starving like a bunch of beggars, when all we need now is to go back. And for what! That old hag owes me a pretty good explanation. That's just sucks!"

Uchiha was in no good mood either. They didn't accomplish everything and he couldn't get to Naruto at least to talk to him properly.

"We have to go back. There wasn't any progress anyway, we haven't traced our target at all. Go pack, we must make it today".

This got the last nerve Uzumaki was left. Without saying nothing, he turned away cracked his knuckles and silently spelling something vanished from the view…completely. In a second Sasuke was standing all alone in the middle of nowhere, staring at the empty spot where the blond has just been.