A/N: Since everyone liked the first chapter, I decided to continue the story…even though I have about a thousand things to update.

Uchiha and Uzumaki:

Sasuke

(Continued)

I felt the warm sun on my body as my eyes slowly opened. Where I was and what the heck was going on, I had no clue. I shook my head, scenes from the night before playing over and over in my head. The bodies of Oto-san and Oka-san on the floor. Nii-san and the torture that I had to endure from him. And…that boy…

I sat up and looked around. I was in what looked like a bedroom, a messy bedroom, and was sitting on a soft mattress with about a thousand blankets surrounding me.

"What the-"

"Good, you're awake."

I snapped my head to the right. The blonde boy was standing in the doorway, holding a small bowl with steam rising out of it and a pair of chopsticks. He smiled.

"Hungry?"

I frowned. "Where am I?"

The boy walked over towards me, still holding the bowl. "In my house."

I stared at him. "But why? We don't even know each other. I don't even know your name or anything-"

The boy put the bowl on the bedside table and stuck out his hand. "Uzumaki. Uzumaki Naruto."

I looked down at his hand. Uzumaki…Naruto…didn't Oka-san tell me something about staying away from a kid named Naruto?

Oka-san…

I suddenly felt tears start to form in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Unfortunately the boy named "Naruto" took noticed of this and with the hand he had held out wiped the tears away.

"And you called me a cry-baby…" he mumbled.

I sat there in silence while the boy continued the caress my cheek. I had nothing left, so I guess making a friend wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Uchiha." I blurted out. "Uchiha Sasuke."

The boy cocked his head. "Eh?"

I lifted my head and stared straight into his sky-blue eyes. "My name's Uchiha Sasuke," I choked.

Naruto smiled. "Okay." He lifted the bowl from the bedside table. "Here, eat it?"

I looked at it suspiciously. "What is it?"

Naruto held it up to my face. "It's ramen. My favorite food in the entire world."

I sniffed. Well, it smelled good. I slowly took the bowl and Naruto handed me the chopsticks. I broke them a part and poked at one of the noodles in the dark brown broth. I lifted it up with the chopsticks and slurped it up. Naruto looked at me hopefully.

"Well, is it good?"

I nodded several times and continued to eat the soup while Naruto sat, watching me. When I finished the ramen, I handed the bowl back to him and gave a small bow.

"Uh, thanks."

Naruto hopped off the bed. "No problem." He gestured to me. "Come on, I'll let you see my house."

I slowly stepped down from the mattress and Naruto quickly grabbed my arm.

"See, this is my room," he said proudly. "And this-" he bent down and picked up a ragged, brown teddy bear from the floor. "This is Bifu. I named him that because he looks like my favorite type of ramen."

I raised my eyebrow, wondering how on earth a stuffed animal could look like a noodle soup. Naruto handed me the bear.

"You can hold Bifu for now."

I took the bear and looked at it's black glass eyes. I held it tightly to my chest. It reminded me of the small, black stuffed dog back home that I had had since I was a toddler. Naruto grabbed my hand.

"Come on, Sasuke. I'll show you the rest of my house."

He showed me around the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room. Wow…this guy was a slob. Doesn't his mom clean the house or something?

"Hey, Naruto," I spoke up as we went back to his bedroom. "Where are your parents?"

Naruto stayed silent for a minute and let go of my hand. He stared down at he ground.

"I…I never knew my parents. I've been alone my whole life."

Never knew his parents? Alone his whole life? Just then it actually occurred to me that some people had it worse off then I did. I looked back down at the stuffed bear I was holding. No one with you but an animal stuffed with cloth…

Naruto snapped his head back up and gave me that signature foxy grin. "Well, that's my house. Sometime you should show me yours!"

My heart sunk. My house? My house where the bodies of my parents were still probably on the ground, rotting? My house that held so many unbearable memories?

I gulped. "Um…you probably don't wanna go to my house."

Naruto nodded. "Yeah huh! Let's go! Right now!"

I shook my head. "No, I don't want to go back-"

But before I could finish my protest, Naruto grabbed my arm and we were out the door, Bifu still clutched in my hand.

"Well…this is it."

Oh god, I didn't even want to look at it. Blood that was just a few hours old was splashed on the walls and the over-powering stench of decaying corpses hung in the air. Naruto looked all around.

"Wow, what happened here? It looks like something from a video game I played!"

I said nothing as I slowly led him up the front stairs. Here we go again. Up the stairs. To the house I never wanted to be in ever again. I slid the door open, my eyes shut tightly. I could feel Naruto's hand shaking and slowly slip out of mine.

"S-Sasuke, who-who are those people?"

I bit down on my lip. "My…parents."

I slowly opened my eyes. There they were, eyes shut forever and their blood dripping onto the floor. Ladies and gentemen, introducing the product of the massacre by a crazed, psychopath brother.

I gulped and tried not to cry again, but to no avail. I shoved past Naruto and kneeled next to the bodies. I buried my face into the stiff back of my father and let the tears come.

"Nii-san…why? WHY?"

Naruto watched me silently as I continued to mourn my parents' death.

Later that evening, Naruto and I buried all the bodies of the Uchiha clan in an empty, green field using just a small, metal pot and a few ceramic cups. I hated seeing Oka-san's and Oto-san's bodies get covered with dirt and grass, but I knew it was the right thing to do. At sunset, we gathered a few dozen wildflowers and held a small funeral.

"Please," Naruto prayed with his hands folded reverently. "Please make sure Sasuke's parents and all these other nice people go to heaven and that the meanie who killed them goes straight to hell."

I stared at the dirt mounds. Yes…I'll make sure that "meanine" goes to hell. That "meanie" will die by my own bare, hands and pay for what he did…

Naruto turned to me. "Well, let's go get your stuff!"

I turned my attention to him. "What?"

Naruto smiled, his teeth shining in the setting sun. "I don't think you'd wanna stay at your house, so you'll be staying at mine!"

I looked back at the dirt mounds. I promise, everyone…you will be avenged. I looked back at Naruto at smiled.

"Okay."

We went back up to my house and into my bedroom. Naruto looked around in interest.

"Wow…your room is boring." He glanced over at my bed and picked up the black stuffed dog that was lying on my pillow. "Is this yours?"

I nodded. "That's Mayonaka."

"Mayonaka." Naruto repeated, still holding the stuffed animal. He finally looked back up at me, grinning. "Hey, hey! I have an idea! You'll keep Bifu and I'll keep Mayonaka, 'kay?"

I was taken aback a bit. I didn't want to give up the little stuffed dog I had since my younger years.

"But…why?"

Naruto took a step closer to me. "As a sign that we're best friends."

I was still a bit reluctant because, hey, I loved the dog, but I finally agreed.

"Okay."

Naruto stuck out his pinkie. "Friends?"

I latched my pinkie onto his. "Friends."