Disclaimer: If I own Naruto, do you think both Sasuke and Naruto would be covered in so much clothing? I'm not even Japanese! And Harry Potter? If own something that big, I won't have a 3x5 hostel room... I would buy myself a condo. Seriously.
Again, this fanfic is a companion (yes, it's no longer a spin off) fic of HarbringerLady's fanfic Shinobi Guards, and is written to satisfy my yaoi mind -.
And yes, this chapter (and the previous too) title's taken from one of my favorite L Arc-en-Ciel songs. Honestly, I want it to be not only L Arc's songs but... Oh well, some fanatic I am. Enjoy!
Oh yes, I forgot, the first chapter have been revised. All of it, with massive addition and grammar-correction; it's no longer than the 1st chapter I originally posted. That's why it takes so long until this 2nd chapter is posted
Hugs and kisses for my lovely-and-beautiful-I-kissed-the-ground-you-both-walk-on betas and proof-reader, Vespertine and Granny-obaachan. I can't live without you guys!
Written and directed by Sheera's Greywolf2005
Yin & Yang
Anata
(You)
The day rushed out uneventful. It was another day with a boring routine for Sasuke; collect Harry, go to class, have arguments with a certain blonde idiot, punch a living daylight out of a certain Malfoy ("The git just never learns!" Ron howled in laughter), teach Harry Taijustu, trying to swat away his fangirls with constant cold look or a glare since he wasn't permitted to do more, and fighting desperately with his raging hormone when Naruto just looking very fuckable 1. Yes, it was like any other day in the Uchiha life.
Boring.
Who knew his evening would be full of interrogation. Namely by a 'concerned' Hermione Granger.
"Hermione-san..."
"Sasuke-san, I need to know. I have the rights to peer into your personal matters since it has disrupted Hogwarts in many ways more than one. Many rumors have spread wildly, some are ridiculous enough to be ignored but some are pretty serious. Some of it has connected you and Naruto with the Dark Lord's return. I'm sorry but I need to know." She replied gravely and stared straight into Sasuke coal eyes. Her determination reminded him so much of a bubble-gum haired girl companion back in Konohagakure.
Sasuke sighed dejectedly; he'd never lied about his life or cared about what people might think about it. He had his reasons and if he was quiet, he just didn't want to expose it to everyone to see. But this was Hogwarts.
"We, Naruto and I, are friends...
It started as a very fierce rivalry; Konoha Genius Prodigy vs. Konoha no. 1 Prankster. Ever since they knew each other, Naruto always tried to best him in anything. But Sasuke never cared; Naruto was nothing but an annoying bug that got in his way. Until some deity upstairs, who must be hating him so much by the way, thrust the two of them into the same team. Add Sakura, who at the time was one of annoying fan girls, to the equation and a bizarre love triangle was formed.
Kakashi-sensei didn't help at all.
And their relationship evolved along with the insults and the fights; 'rivals' to 'team mates'...
Sasuke didn't exactly remember when both he and Naruto passed this phase of utter childishness, for the blond idiot to accept him as a teammate and him to accept the idiot more than a nuisance. On one of those tree-climbing practice Kakashi-sensei put them on the Wave Country perhaps, and it grew steadily, if not frighteningly.
/...'team mates' into 'comrades'.../
It was probably the first fight with Zabuza; Sakura had protected their client, what else was he supposed to do than try to build something resembled team work with the idiot and try to help Kakashi?
Since then they've been inseparable in fights; until Sasuke's ego and selfishness tore the little heaven apart.
...'comrades' into 'friends'...
And since then, they've been spending more and more time together outside training and occasional sparring; it's important to build team work, the raven haired ninja had excused him. But he knew deep in his conscience, the main reason was he had enjoyed the blonde's presence immensely, more than anything. He wanted, and had addicted, into the radiance that only his
After a while, ramen after sparring, no longer tasted as disgusting as it used to.
...'friends' to 'best friends'...
But the massive turning point that steered the evolution of the relationship out of control, at least in Sasuke's mind, had been the fight with Haku. The raven-haired shinobi didn't know what had possessed him to shield the blond; he was after all, too young to know such a thing called infatuation, but he did.
And he hadn't understood why he was so relieved seeing Naruto's face, complete with all his whisker marks, summer-sky eyes and mop of sun-kissed blond hair, cheeks wet from tears, just a few inches of his own just before the blond-idiot crushed him with a bear hug. Sasuke, being the obedient Uchiha he always was, had masked the happiness and the relieves –where did that come from anyway—from his features and turned it into his trademark scowl. Yet it didn't help him from pondering about it a few months later, when he was certain that whatever thing that had possessed him at that moment was far from normal friendship.
He was young, stupid and childish. Instead of handling it like any sane person would, he sulked and paid no heed, dismissed it entirely and turning even deeper into the dark recess of his mind. Completely unaware that any delays would only make it worse, like a dam tempted to burst.
And burst it did.
Sound was no match to Konoha.
He had sorely missed Naruto; missed his constant companion and the friendly banter that always followed, missed his brilliant smiles no matter how fake it was, missed the shouting challenges and exhausting spars. Missed all the conversation (well, Naruto spoke at least, that could be called conversation right?) at the ramen stand, arguments or just a plain gossip.
Those memories had haunted his every step. Like a fleeting thought that never could go away; came unbidden and at the weirdest of situation
...and now, 'best friends' into something he couldn't name yet...
Yet.
And he was determined to know. He owes Sakura that at least.
But that feeling was buried underneath all the hatred and the desire to avenge his clan; to kill a certain man with Mangekyou Sharin'gan in both eyes. The worst loss at their relationship was when he followed Orochimaru to Sound and having Naruto and a pack of shinobi running after him.
The Battle in the Valley of Ends had left a bitter after taste; so much it was only brought into conversation once after his return to Konoha, neither of them or their friends had spoken about it ever since.
But what intrigued Sasuke more was their last battle. He was free at the point; having killed both Itachi and Orochimaru just a week before when he was face to face again with angry blue eyes he had sorely missed.
"Uchiha Sasuke." the blond had spoken his name with so much venom, Sasuke almost doubt that it was indeed Naruto; but no one could mistaken those summer-colored eyes and tell-tale whiskered cheeks. And only one person could awaken so many emotions within Sasuke hearts.
Sasuke didn't remember exactly what the blonde-haired chuunin had said, something about Sakura waiting for him and Naruto promising to bring him back. Next thing he remembered was an overly warm and wet feeling on his left hand and a mop of battle-tousled blonde haired slumped against his chest. And words...
"...If my death could make you put a peace with your past, then I'll willingly die, Bastard. Just promise you'll return..."
...spoken shakily against his ear.
After that, it was all fragments of memories, jumbled together into the deep recesses of his mind. He was acting purely of instinct, a rare feat of an Uchiha. But he did remember tying a ripped shirt on the blonde's torso, desperately trying to stop the bleeding; picked him up against Sasuke's much better chest and ran like hell with one determination, to find the Hokage.
To save a certain idiot who is stupid enough to face his chidori head on.
To say Tsunade was shocked beyond words was indeed an understatement. After all, it wasn't every day –or for everyone for that matter-to have the privilege to see a worried to death ex-prodigy of Konoha and a more bloodied body of Kyuubi vessel who looked so pale the medic sannin was afraid he was beyond any mortal help.
She had taken Naruto's body, and that was exactly the last thing Sasuke remembered before a sharp pain came and his memory failed him.
"...and that is all." Sasuke said to the serenity that had fallen on the room, his coal eyes never leaving the Prefect.
"Do you..." Hermione paused hesitanly, her auburn eyes regarding the calm acceptance the Uchiha's dark coal ones, silently probbing, "...love him?" The last of the sentence was spoken in a steady tone; as she watched the raven-haired shinobi sitting like a parody of statue.
"...I'd die for him."
And she smiled, expecting and accepting the answer like a superb Prefect she was, knowing fully well that many of Hogwarts' students, namely those under Sasuke fans Club, would weep and create ruckus; and again, she and Ron will be the ones who will be responsible to put such ruckus into order. Oh how she missed the old days. "Very well then, I'm not going to waste your time any longer. See you tomorrow Sasuke-san."
She turned on her heel and marched out calmly. However her untrained eyes didn't notice the slight change of shadows on her left when she walked through the door; nor did she notice the slight breeze that went past her left shoulder as she closed the door.
"It's quite a confession, Sasuke." Even a whisper could be as deafening as a thunder when spoken in a silence room.
Midnight met Summer. And the world froze.
"Naruto."
...tsuzuku...
Songs listened while doing this chapter:
Auraku – ADA Band
Melodies of Life – Shiratori Emiko, Final Fantasy IX
Hikari – Utada Hikaru
Hill Gengaku no Yuki – Pierrot
ASTERISK – Orange Range, Bleach 1st OP
...and countless of L 'Arc-en-Ciel's...
A/N:
1 Fuckable: I don't know if it's a word, but I picked it up from Granny-obaachan so all credit goes to her.
Yup, it's done. I'm so sorry for the poor quality of it; my writer's block is worse than I expect. Oh well, 3rd chapter is being written and there will be a fluff if I couldn't help it. Oh, and do tell me whether you want some smut or not.
Reviews Reply:
Jasmine Starlight: The reason why is because Hermione knew that in Japan, it isn't common to actually calling someone with their given name without suffix attached, except very close friends or vulgar people or if the owner of the name said so. Even it's common for a wife to call her husband with a –san attach behind. So since Sasuke isn't actually sociable, not as sociable as Naruto at least, Harry choose to call him by his given name with a –san attach behind. Calling him just Uchiha would be rude, Mr. Sasuke just plainly horrendous, Harry got no choice but to revert to Japanese way and called him Sasuke-san. It's just a matter of politeness actually.
I'm not born Japanese, nor know much about their custom, so please correct me if I'm wrong.
Everyone Else: Thanks for the kind reviews! I love you all!
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June, 22nd 2005