Disclaimer: I never have and probably never will own Naruto unless I manage to build my body swap machine and kidnap Kishimoto...er..whoops.
Laugh by Tler (who messed up with the ruler thing and doesn't know how to get rid of it...--;)
Haven't you ever wondered? Why laughing sounds so much like crying.
He had not known. But now he was painfully aware. It was such a tiny gesture, but the mother of all epiphanies slammed from the depths of irony when it happened.
Slumped against the wall he fought back hysterical laughter. Because laughter always leads to tears. He had had enough of laughter. He didn't have enough of it now that it was gone. Because he had always been his laughter. With him around, he didn't need to laugh alone. Didn't need to cry alone.
Wait. He had never been one to cry.
A fatal giggle slipped from his lips, and the wandering phantom of pain found purchase in his heart and began to coalesce.
Gods, he had been blind. But he had not wanted to see, blissful in the warmth that reached him even if the light did not. But now even that was gone, and all he had was the dark that cradled him maliciously with visions of him and his lover. His lover that was not him.
Such a little thing to shatter the clouded windows, it was almost absurd. They had met up as they usually did, and amidst their daily verbal exercise, he had resumed his favorite past time. He watched the exuberance splash from his outstretched arms and bright outfit. The gold of his fly-away hair lit up in the sunshine of the exceptional day. He had reached out with automatic familiarity to brush the wild hair back from those matchless blue eyes, and received a rude awakening when another hand beat him to it.
"Naruto, I know you have a mirror. Use it some time."
He froze in action, dark calculating eyes taking in the scene one piece at a time, focusing on separate fragments simultaneously in a flash. An arm slipped around a slender waist as, flash, the other hand threaded through sunlit hair and, flash, he pouted like a child all the while, tinged pink. Endless flashes of light broke through the haze and warmth as he was denied his blindness.
"Mou, Neji, leave it alone. It's just going to get messed up again anyway."
He crumpled and began to laugh as he had never laughed before.
Author's Note: I apologize now for such a strange and pointless...thing. I was bored and the mind wanders. Next thing you know something like this pops out at you and on a whim you decide to post it up for the world to see. Excuse the mess I made of pronouns and tenses. Or not, as you wish.