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Chapter Seven: To whom it concerns

Sasuke walked home alone in the rain, his hair, and his clothes plastered to his body from the torrential downpour that had ensued immediately after Naruto uzumaki's funeral. Spying his house the raven haired teen veered toward it as if a magnet was pulling him.

Sasuke closed the door behind him, his dark eyes glazed over staring into a place no one else could. Not even bothering to remove his rain soaked clothes, Sasuke made his way to his darkened room. Flopping down on his bed the raven haired boy stared, unblinking, at the ceiling, his mind turning about the events of the day's prior to the funeral.

Unexplainable sadness dwelled inside of the uchiha's heart, and even though he had been taught how to deal with the pain at an early age Sasuke just couldn't ignore this. It hurt more than anything else in his life had before, and all he wanted to do was die.

' Die...'

Sasuke's dark eyes flickered at the thought, his mind clung to it, if he died, would he be able to see naruto again? Would he be allowed in heaven, where he was sure his angel was or would he be condemned to an afterlife in hell? Was there even an after life?

At this point, did it really matter if heaven and hell actually existed, not to sasuke. He considered death the only way to permanently end his earthly torment. Rising from his bed the raven haired teen made his way over to his wooden desk pulling a piece of parchment and a pen from one of the drawers. Sitting he began to write, he wrote only about the one thing that mattered, Naruto.

He wrote about when he first met him, how he had started out hating him and how his idiocy had annoyed the hell out of him. He wrote about how eventually he began to respect the blonde's determination to become Hokage, so he could gain some respect from the very people who shunned and spat on him. He wrote about how Naruto's idiocy became charming little quirks that just made him all the more interesting and unique. At the end of the letter after all of his remincing Sasuke put down the last sentence that drew the letter to a conclusion.

" I now understand this aching in the pit of my stomach and the hollow feeling in my chest, I love him, and I can't bare to live without him."

Sasuke lay down his pen and folded letter placing it in an envelope that would lay on his desk, labeled in his tiny, but neat script, "To whom it concerns."

You clutch at your chest, this aching pain is not your own, but who could it belong to. It hurts so much tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes, and you can't help but to sob like a child. As your tears begin to let up you get to your feet, and you walk around aimlessly letting the road take you where it will. At the end of your journey you find your-self in a fabulous back yard to an even more magnificent mansion. You look at it with awe, you know who lives here? But why did your feet bring you here? You already know he cares nothing for you, and you care nothing for him...right?

The aching pain returns to your heart and you long to enter the dark, and dreary mansion, an so you do without a moments hesitation, "its only to see the inside furnishings." you tell your self still hiding from the truth as it stares you in the face.

Retrieving a Kunai knife from another drawer Sasuke began to cut into his skin, watching the blood flow from the self inflicted wounds like tiny crimson rivers. He watched amused for a moment before getting serious, taking the blade firmly in his hand he dug the blade into the base of his wrist and pulled it upward. The incision ran from his wrist to mid forearm, the blood pouring from his wound ond onto his bed.

Laying back Sasuke basked in the peace he felt as his vision became slightly blurry. His senses were fogged by deaths light embrace, so he didn't eve hear the gasp of horror that came from his door way.

Blue eyes were wide in terror as they saw the state the Uchiha was in. Blood poured from the giant gash that covered half of his arm forming a crimson trail that covered his arm and feel onto his bed. The fatigued body reacted faster than the strained mind and somehow managed to find the bathroom and the first aid kit in a matter of seconds. Dashing back to the room, Naruto began to dress Sasuke's wounds, fumbling with the gauze and the bandage material.

Tears came unbidden to the sky blue eyes, as he sat on the edge of the bed his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he was holding him self together.

"I never..." he gasped between bouts of sobbing, his voice was barely a horse whisper, "I never meant for this...to happen..."

(Sasuke's POV)

My vision was blurry as my eyes cracked open, the bright light blinding me. Where was I?

As my vision cleared and my hearing returned I noticed that a person was next to me. Glancing over I saw a blue eyes that were filled with relief.

"You made it" whispered the angel soothingly, his hand gently holding mine.

"So heaven is real." I murmured, mostly to myself.

"Heaven?" the angel's voice was full of wonderment, "You think you're in heaven?"

"I must be if you're here." I murmured drowsily.

"But Uchiha-Kun you're not dead." he whispered hoarsely and suddenly I realized I was in my room my curtains wide open allowing the sun a glimpse of my usually darkened room.

Shifting myself into a sitting position I winced as I brushed against my bandaged arm. Naruto looked at me with worry," Sasuke?"

"I-I'm fine." I lied glancing at my arm.

He followed my gaze and placed a gentle hand on the bandage, "I did my best, but it was bleeding so...bad..."

"You saved me...again." I whispered softly, not even realizing I had said it out loud.

"What?" asked naruto coughing slightly

"Oh never mind...its nothing." I said pulling my arm from his grasp, standing, I walked to the door.

"Wait!" he cried leaping foreward, grabbing me by my good arm. "Where are you going?"

I chuckled lightly, "To the bathroom, I believe its just down the hall if you wish to follow me."

"Oh." He looked away a light blush covering his face, "Okay." he said releasing me, flopping down into the chair in front of my desk.

I left shaking my head mildly amused. In the bathroom I stared into the mirror for a moment, a small smile flitting across my face, Naruto was back...but was I?

(Naruto's POV)

I sank into the wooden desk chair behind me and sighed in relief as I watched Sasuke go, shaking his head. I stared at the door frame for a while longer and then in boredom looked over at the desk. Nothing was really on it, a few books, a couple of pens, and some parchment and... an envelope. the little tan package seemed out of place on the well organized desk, out in the middle a pen resting on top of its tan hide. Leaning closer I could see that there was no postage nor an address on it, just four little words that sent tremors down my spine. "To whom it concerns."

TBC

so chapter seven YAY!!!!! I'm proud of my self so please read and review!!!!