Yo. I'm still wishing to own Naru-kun, but Sadly I do not.

At the request of torturing Sasuke a little, this chappie was done.

"..." Speaking

'...' Thoughts

(...) Author note

Don't think anything else...so, Onto the Story .

Sasuke was having a dream that was all too familiar. One full of fox grins, blonde hair, and horrible orange jump suits. He opened his eyes, to stare into the darkness around him. This was not going as he planned. He could still hear the rain pattering against the windows. He wasn't supposed to be having feelings for anyone, least of all his rival and teammate, so why couldn't he get the blonde shinobi out of his thoughts?

He sat up, ignoring the blanket that fell to the ground. He pulled his legs up, knees under his chin wrapping his arms around his knees. Sasuke closed his eyes, trying to block out his surroundings, but most of all the thoughts of his rival. If he let himself have feelings, he wouldn't be able to continue after his brothers' life. If he let himself have emotions for anyone, he wouldn't be able to kill his brother. He wouldn't be able to continue to go after his brother. His life was one of revenge, nothing more. There could be no more.

"Itachi," The name was spat out as a curse.

Even as he cursed his brother for destroying his clan, he couldn't help but remember the time he actually got to spend with the older Uchiha.

(A/n As I have said I do not own Naruto, this quote comes from Chapter 145 in the Manga, Even though I have changed a word and added the last sentence.)

"All the time, always saying "Forgive me, Sasuke." Then poking me on the head. Then saying "Today." I never saw it. And then, you went and slaughtered our clan, our parents."

Sasuke stood up, and grabbed his clothes off the low table, he had to go. He folded the blanket and placed it on the couch, next to the pillow. He moved to the front door and opened it, quickly listening to make sure Naruto had not stirred. Hearing the reassuring snore, he closed the door behind him, and ventured out into the rain.

Walking slowly, rain flattening his hair to his face and neck, Sasuke continued towards his own apartment. (I really have no idea where he lives, so in my story he has an apartment.) Trusting his own feet, he zoned out, not bothering to even pay attention to where he was walking, Sasuke still remembered that day he had become an avenger.

flashback (Again this is from chapter 146)

Sasuke lay on the floor watching the crimson blood of his parents moving across the floor towards him. He looked up to his older brother.

"Why.." he stammered, "did you brother...?"

His brother looked down unto him, his eyes seemed to burn through his eyes, into his soul, "They were just a measuring stick to test myself."

Sasuke closed his eyes, "A measuring stick...? That's why..."

Itachi said nothing, just watched him, feeling no emotions towards his younger brother.

"That's why... you did it... You killed everyone for that...?

Itachi's' eyes drifted shut, "It was very important for me to do so."

Sasuke pushed himself up, "What for.. that is...Just Bullshit!"

He ran at his brother, his intent to kill, but was knocked down by a single punch to the abdomen. Itachi had him in a single punch.

He had run, scared, away from his brother. Only to later come to meet him in the street.

"If you want to kill me... Live miserably! Hate me! Survive through he ugliness...Run..Run.. Learn to survive."

End flashback

He had sworn to himself, he would not let Itachi get away with killing his entire clan. He had sworn he would train night and day, if only it meant he could kill his brother. After that day, he had become an avenger, sworn to kill Itachi. That was why he must deny his feelings for Naruto, an avenger could not afford emotions, only anger and hatred.

Sasuke found himself in front of his apartment, not even remembering his venture here. He unlocked the door and moved inside stripping of the wet shirt. Closing the door, he tossed the articles of clothes into the sink of his bathroom. Moving in only his boxers, he grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair.

If he wasn't supposed to have emotions, then why was he always so relaxed around Naruto? He didn't exactly understand his feelings, only that they were there. He put the towel into the hamper, next to his closet, and climbed into the bed. He pulled the covers up around his shoulders, and turned on his side, the cool sheets quickly warming with his body heat. Only then, did he allow himself to fall into the oblivion of sleep. To return to his dreams of fox grins, blonde hair, and terrible orange jumpsuits. Only now, they were accompanied by a ramen eating Naruto, clad in only a tight white shirt and orange shorts.

TBC

Forgive me, because I love you. Lol Until next time.