Fallen star
An: Laywers here me now! I will not repeat myself. I own nothing so don't sue me! ('cause i dont have any money!)
The rain poured down steadily returning to the land whence it came. The beautiful crystalline drops splash down on the city washing away the dirt and girt. Blurring and distorting the images that one sees.
Bright crystalline eyes the same color as the rain stared out at the falling water. Indefinite sadness dwelled in those deep blue depths. Corn silk blonde hair had managed to escape the constraining head band displayed proudly on the youth's forehead. It fell in soft wisps to frame the face of a young man named Naruto. The cheek bones of this most peculiar young man still had a boyish quality to them despite the fact Naruto was nearing the most mature of ages, sixteen. Three broad black stripes splashed across the smooth unmarred skin as if in defiance of some thing quite and most profoundly stronger. His lips completed the living portrait full and soft, the color of ripe strawberries. They curved down slightly in an almost undetectable pout.
Naruto sighed again in an almost bored and all too noticeable fashion, but there was a depressed quality about the blonde. A subdued demeanor not usually present in the blond's attitude. Things such as being obnoxious and loud, things that had come so easily before now took efforrt and time. It was all an act and it showed.
"When was Kakashi supposed to be here, again?" he asked the brooding red haired young man next to him.
"1:00" Garra of the sand stated darkly.
Naruto simply nodded and turned to stare out the window again. Glancing back at Garra he suddenly couldn't seem to move any more. It seemed that Garra was pissed at him for some reason seeing as how he was giving him a death glare to end all death glares.
Dark kohl lined eyes caught and held Naruto's gaze in a piercing glare. Garra most abruptly stood up and strode over to Naruto's perch near the window. Leaning over the blonde he traced one of the odd dark lines crossing the young man's face.
"What's with the long face, dobe?" Garra garra asked with concern.
"Wait a minute," Naruto muttered.
"Only Sasuke calls me dobe." He thought savagely, eyes widening in recognition.
"You." He hissed out through clenched teeth. "I should have known."
Naruto's best friend and rival dissolved his illusion in a cloud of smoke, reappearing in his true form. Unchiha Sasuke stood with one hand in the back pocket of his ripped and torn jeans. A white wife beater adored his chest showing off his six pack and strong firm biceps for the world to see. His black untidy hair that some how remained perpetually wind swept fell to the sides of his face. It was held secure by a head band identical to the one splayed proudly across Naruto's own fore head.
Sasuke's dark eyes twinkled with joy at having caught his best friend off guard using such a simple illusion, but they also held concern. It wasn't in Naruto's nature to sit and be quiet. He had to be doing something, either that or whining about not being able to do something. Sasuke forced his lips to spread slowly across his face in a strange hybrid between a smile and a smirk. Carefully holding his worry in check he prompted Naruto further.
"So, what's up?" He queried stoically.
"You...you bastard you tricked me!" Naruto pouted quite perceptively and quite fakly as well.
"Of course I tricked you! You haven't been in contact with any one other than Kakashi and Garra since the accident. Besides your daily vistis to the hospital to see your kid, you never leave this apartment." Sasuke bit back voice shaking with barly contained rage as he realized Naruto probably hadn't eaten in a while either or bathed. "It's been decided by your friends and family that an intervention is needed. So, hear I am. I'm not leaving and neither are you untill you bleed off some of the poison from these memories. Naruto look at me." Sasuke gently raised his friend chin looking in his eyes and holding that regret clouded blue gaze. "Keeping everything bottled up inside doesn't do anything except hurt you more. The time for hurting's over Naruto! Now you need to start to heal. Dobe."
Naruto looked up brokenly at Sasuke. "I'm not a dobe."Naruto muttered weakly glancing out the window.
"It reminds you of her doesn't it?" Sasuke quietly gently asked, motioning at the rain.
Naruto nodded.
"The rain always reminds me of sakura flowers falling to the sodden ground. Such beauty and grace contained in such a small delicate thing; in some ways that reminds me of her." The blonde answered quietly.
Staring out the window at the softly falling rain Sasuke nodded slightly.
A single crystal tear trailed slowly down Naruto's cheek. Lost in his memories of the past he hardly noticed. A strong warm and comforting hand settled on his shoulder pulling him from his reverie. He glanced up at his best friend.
"You need to talk about it." Sasuke glared at him. "I'll listen for as long as you need me to."
"I never really told you what happened did I?"
Sasuke shook his head.
Naruto sighed, and suddenly seemed much older than his almost sixteen years. "So much has happened. I gained and lost so much in only nine short months. It seems so much longer. It all began about a year ago..."
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