Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Naruto was a thousand things and one thing. He was loud, rambunctious, a trouble-maker, determined, arrogant, immature, dumb and funny; he was all alone in a world where loneliness could kill as easily as the sharp, black blade of an assassian's knife itself.
When he slept, he clutched the one thing of Sasuke's that he still had: a battered, dirty forehead protector with the symbol of Konoha scratched out. Its owner was long gone, of course, but Naruto was determined to bring him home.
Naruto never gave any indication to whether or not he heard any of the things people said behind his back, but that didn't keep them from talking. They said he was crazy, they said he was love-sick, they said he should just give up on Sasuke, like he should give up on becoming Hokage. But he wouldn't give up on either dream. He might have been a thousand things and one, but he wasn't a quitter.
He would bring Sasuke back if it killed him.
After he brought him back, he would punch him twice. Once for breaking Sakura's heart, and once for breaking his.