OKAY, this is my first story I've put up here, FYI it goes along after Asuma dies, (sorry if that spoils anything for you)

ALSO WARNING, If you don't like yaoi, you probably shouldn't read this.

DISCLAIMER: (so stupid, I mean, like I would own Naruto. I would have billions and zillions of dollars.) NO, I don't own Naruto

Please enjoy and Review

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PROLOGUE: The Second Reunion

The tall blond headed teenager watched from the shadows as the group of people dressed all in black moved slowly away from the marking stone that was now covered in flowers. It was abnormally quiet, the whole village of Konoha was mourning for their loss. Naruto watched as Sakura lead the dark headed tall woman, Kurneia, away from the marking stone almost dragging her to follow the rest of the people as they headed back to their own doings and duties. Tsnuade waited a moment for Kurneia and Sakura to pass before following them with a last look back at the stone, following Shizune who was waiting for her.

Naruto waited and watched until the last of them had long been gone before he slowly walked to the marker and gazed down at the stone cut words that seemed to glare harshly at him as he gazed down at Asuma's grave. His head down, blond hair covering his blue eyes, he remembered not too long ago, when Asuma gave him tips on how to train with his wind-natured chakra. He bit his lip and the ground under him blurred for only a moment, as the memories of Asuma and the Third Hokage flooded his mind.

His mind flashed to the black and red clad Akatski members that had killed Asuma, and he felt his mind flash in reaction. He felt so helpless for the first time in his life.

Suddenly, Naruto felt panicked and suffocated, an overwhelming feeling came over him and he stumbled slightly away from the grave. He turned and looked back at the forest behind him and stumbled at first, then ran to the shelter. He ducked and dodged branches and leaves running blindly as rain started to fall down on top of him.

He didn't know how long he had run before he stopped the first time. But he guessed it had been about an eight hour run, but he couldn't stop. For some reason he couldn't go back and face them, any of them. He continued to run blindly for another fourteen hours, with only a few breaks here and there, as he ran blindly through the now sticky forest.

He finally stopped, after he had been running for nearly two days he was exhausted. He looked upwards to the sky, the sun was about midway up as the dark and heavy clouds began to cover the pale sun. It seemed even the heavens were weeping for the loss of Asuma. Naruto moved his foot to keep going and gasped before he stumbled forwards. Even with his stamina he couldn't keep this up for long. He couldn't stop himself from running though; he wouldn't stop until he was forced to by his own limits. As he continued painfully on, a small raindrop splashed in front of his foot.

There was no thunder or warning as the rain suddenly dropped from the sky towards him and drenched the tired and sweaty Naruto, washing away the grim and filth he had collected with the running and completely drenching him.

He finally stopped, resting one hand against a tree on the outskirts of a clearing. He was gazing at his feet letting the rain drip down his now flat blond hair, the bangs covering his eyes. His ninja skills kicked in and he jerked his head up quickly, sensing somebody was there. He stopped and stared then shook his head to get the water and hair away from his eyes. But the image wouldn't go away. Astonished, he tried to form words but couldn't.

"Naruto." The emotionless voice came ringing out to Naruto's ears. "Do you want me too kill you?"

Naruto remained speechless as he stared at the also dripping wet Sasuke. He had his hand on that sword he boasted so much about, ready to bring it out and cut him down at any time. Naruto blinked, Sasuke would and could kill him there, where he stood. After a day of running he was in no shape to fight anyone, especially not Sasuke. He was fighting just to stay on his feet. Sasuke had apparently been looking for someone and turned up without anything, for Orochimaru was no where to be seen.

"You should have left me alone," Sasuke said. Naruto breathed out and looked down again before looking up as the sound of scraping metal met his ears as Sasuke drew his blade.

Sasuke looked downwards for a moment with closed eyes, his raven hair dripping, before he looked up at Naruto, Sharingan blazing. Naruto's bright blue eyes looked almost sorrowfully as Sasuke started swiftly forwards with his inhuman speed. He blinked and Sasuke was there, with his blade ready to strike. Naruto went to step forwards and stumbled, Sasuke, caught off guard, thinking it was trick, instantly struck Naruto under the chin with his fist and stepped back with his sword at the ready.

Naruto didn't react however. He merely fell. His eyes closed as he descending downwards to the ground and landed limply at Sasuke's feet. Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise and the Sharingan faded away. Suddenly he felt a familiar pain that he always felt when he was around Naruto, was it guilt? Was it regret? Or was it simply the curse mark that raged up when he felt remorse or second guessed what he had done? Whatever it was, it forced Sasuke to the ground, his knees near Naruto's head, he bent over in pain.

He looked down at the familiar headband and the familiar face. Sasuke gasped slightly for breath as the rain poured over his head and down on Naruto, just like the first time they fought as Sasuke left for Orochimaru's hideout to submit himself to his will. Sasuke stayed that way for a long time, thoughts suddenly rushing to his head of Naruto. He finally shook himself and sat back and sighed, forcing himself to be emotionless once more he picked up the sword he had dropped before and stood over Naruto.

He thought swiftly of the information he had just unearthed and narrowed his eyes. He tried, he tried to thrust downwards, but he couldn't. He shook himself and swiftly told himself that it was merely an instinct reminding him that his reason of living depended on the pathetic excuse for a ninja lying at his feet. If Itachi was looking for Naruto, Itachi would find him. And Sasuke would be there to greet him.