" Reality Check"
I don't own Naruto.
It's a known fact, that dreams do not come true. No matter what happens, when you wake up, everything will be the same. He will still be in his bed, still wearing his oversized pajamas, and still be in his small apartment. There will only be one difference; Uchiha Sasuke would not be next to him. No. Sasuke would not, in any way, kiss him lovingly, or hold him close. Because in reality, Sasuke would be all-superior and probably call him dead- last, moron, idiot, dobe, or all of the above. Because that was what Uchiha Sasuke was, a selfish jerk that got off picking on poor Naruto.
So shame on him. This was why Naruto liked to dreams. Dreams don't hurt. Well just for a moment, when you open your eyes and realize it's a dream. Right now, he was in a dream. Hell would of frozen over, since there was no plausible way, that Pretty Boy would be doing that here.
Pretty Boy, in the Real World, would not play with Naruto's hair; nor would he whisper assurances of the future. But that was okay, the fox boy liked to pretend. It wasn't like he actually liked Sasuke that way. That was a lie. Maybe in some little part of his heart, there was a small, tiny speck of affection for dark-haired ninja. It was so not like a wussy schoolgirl crush. No way.
Besides Uchiha had everything, respect, skill, girls, and admiration. It's not like Naruto wanted any of that stuff. Well that's what he told himself. It so wasn't like he fell for the Pretty Boy; cause the moron always ended up saving the blonde, even when no one asked. No one wanted to see the Pretty Boy hurt; yet he always did. For who? Just the lowly pathetic outcast, hardly anyone liked.
Or the fact, that Sasuke always stuck his big fat head, in Naruto's business. Again no one asked him to. Of course, there was no reason why he fell for his teammate. But then again he was in denial. Playing pretending and lying to himself helped though, for the dying hope he was going to feel, when he opened his eyes. The blonde he heard something, like a small sigh, and decide to open his eyes. To wake up to the Real World and give reality a kick in the shins.
To feel that false sense of security, that maybe someday someone will love him. Not cause he wanted it, cause he needed it. Maybe that precious person couldn't give him, a mother' s love, or a childhood, but something. Something close enough. Enough to be loved, enough to be wanted.
So he opened his eyes. A gasp died in his throat. Ebony Black eyes stared back. Hands entwined.
::: Life is a like a box of chocolates
I don't own Naruto.
It's a known fact, that dreams do not come true. No matter what happens, when you wake up, everything will be the same. He will still be in his bed, still wearing his oversized pajamas, and still be in his small apartment. There will only be one difference; Uchiha Sasuke would not be next to him. No. Sasuke would not, in any way, kiss him lovingly, or hold him close. Because in reality, Sasuke would be all-superior and probably call him dead- last, moron, idiot, dobe, or all of the above. Because that was what Uchiha Sasuke was, a selfish jerk that got off picking on poor Naruto.
So shame on him. This was why Naruto liked to dreams. Dreams don't hurt. Well just for a moment, when you open your eyes and realize it's a dream. Right now, he was in a dream. Hell would of frozen over, since there was no plausible way, that Pretty Boy would be doing that here.
Pretty Boy, in the Real World, would not play with Naruto's hair; nor would he whisper assurances of the future. But that was okay, the fox boy liked to pretend. It wasn't like he actually liked Sasuke that way. That was a lie. Maybe in some little part of his heart, there was a small, tiny speck of affection for dark-haired ninja. It was so not like a wussy schoolgirl crush. No way.
Besides Uchiha had everything, respect, skill, girls, and admiration. It's not like Naruto wanted any of that stuff. Well that's what he told himself. It so wasn't like he fell for the Pretty Boy; cause the moron always ended up saving the blonde, even when no one asked. No one wanted to see the Pretty Boy hurt; yet he always did. For who? Just the lowly pathetic outcast, hardly anyone liked.
Or the fact, that Sasuke always stuck his big fat head, in Naruto's business. Again no one asked him to. Of course, there was no reason why he fell for his teammate. But then again he was in denial. Playing pretending and lying to himself helped though, for the dying hope he was going to feel, when he opened his eyes. The blonde he heard something, like a small sigh, and decide to open his eyes. To wake up to the Real World and give reality a kick in the shins.
To feel that false sense of security, that maybe someday someone will love him. Not cause he wanted it, cause he needed it. Maybe that precious person couldn't give him, a mother' s love, or a childhood, but something. Something close enough. Enough to be loved, enough to be wanted.
So he opened his eyes. A gasp died in his throat. Ebony Black eyes stared back. Hands entwined.
::: Life is a like a box of chocolates