Disclaimer: I'm currently looking into group rates for therapists since Kishimoto has graciously handed over rights for Naruto to me. If you believe that I have a lovely winter cottage to sell you in Antarctica.
Author's notes: How do my one shots turn into multiple parts? What was originally a one shot has now gotten bigger. Thing keeps growing like a weed. Or maybe I'm in a depressed mood? Oh well. Sasuke pov once more on Naruto. Spoilers for chapter 234 takes place a year or two after.
Here there be Yaoi and Shonen-ai.
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Pushing You Down
I've always pushed you down, held you back, and generally kept you at second best. Sometimes it was effortless, sometimes you gave me a run for my money, moron. Either way you would always walk away from our matches the same; beaten, bloody, and bruised. It didn't matter though, you'd always come back for more. Dead set on proving you were my rival, my equal.
It became comforting to know that you were at my back I only had to turn around to see you, or even better just listen to you grumbling back there. Cursing my existence to everyone who would listen. Sasuke the jerk. The asshole. The bastard.
Sasuke your friend.
I was, wasn't I? I was your friend right? The times we spent together training, sparring, and growing stronger together meant something to you, right? I wasn't just another bump on your path to Hokage? A ruler to measure your strength? Those times I pushed you down it was for the best. If I didn't help you get stronger who would?
Kakashi? Iruka?
One is reminded of ghosts from his past when he looks at you and the other sees himself in you. They don't get you to react like I do, like I did. I always got your blood boiling with a dismissive look, a snort, or just simply turning my back on you. My presence drove you to become stronger and my leaving drove you to become the stuff of legends. You're still chasing me, still at my back waiting for me to turn around and see that you're stronger. To see that you're now my equal, my rival, my friend.
Or so I thought.
Cause right now with you looking at me with crimson eyes and the evil chakra of the Kyuubi spinning around you I wonder. Do you still think of me as your friend? Two years after I betrayed you in the Valley of the End do you still think of me as a friend, a precious person? With hateful eyes I don't recognize in the face I could never forget; I wonder.
Can I still push you down? Can I still push you behind me?