Title: On this winter's night
Author: Hepzheba
Rating: T/PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. If I did, they probably be dead or censored.
Summary: A short winter story about the relationship between Sasuke and Naruto. Not a happy story, contains main character death.
A/N: Written while listening to Sadness and Sorrow by Toshiro Masuda. Got the title from Sarah McLachlan's Song for a winter's night. For methis story is slash, but it doesn't have to be. It all depends on how you interpret it. Please R/R
It was cold again. The snow began to fall down over the village once more. And I was there once again, watching.
The first time I saw them together they were fighting and over the years they fought. But there was always something there, a silent agreement that they were, in fact, friends. They always fought, over the most ridiculous things. I smiled down at them as they rolled around in the snow and I think I heard them laugh.
I saw them like no one else did. I saw them together. In spite of the angry looks they threw at each other, in spite of the words full of hatred that were shooting between them, I saw them for what they were. I saw more between them than they did.
This winter is no different. I search through the village until I find one of them, for I know now that if I find one half I will find the other. They belong together. You can't break the bond between them, no more than you can break the bond between me and the winter. They are one.
I find the blond one. He's running through the forest, into the middle. His face is stained with tears and he sobs. I have never before seen him like this. So… broken. I wonder what have happened, but I won't leave him to search for the answer. He finally stops and his knees sink down in the white snow. He reaches after his knife and pushes up the sleeve of his jacket. Blood red wounds marks his otherwise pale skin. He places the knife to the skin and cut, deep down. The snow falls down on him, my snow.
"Why?" he whispers over and over again.
I watch him as he falls down and lands on his side in the snow. I hear another voice, running steps. The raven-haired boy comes running. He kneels beside the other boy.
"Come on" he whispers. "You can't lie here."
But there is no answer. I know there won't be an answer. He knows it; I see it in his eyes as the tears run down his cheeks. He knows that his other half won't answer, but yet he continues, trying and failing to get contact with the other boy.
At last he gives up and falls down over the other boy, sobbing silently. And somehow that is even more heartbreaking than his tries to get the other boy up. I place my snow over them as the slowly disappears underneath a thin, white layer.
That night I cried for them.