Uchiha and Uzumaki:

Naruto

I didn't fall asleep anywhere near as fast as Sasuke did. Of course, I felt a bit tired, but tonight sleep just wouldn't cast her spell over me. I was thinking…thinking about how wonderful it was to have someone with me. I truly felt that I wasn't alone anymore.

Man, I'm sounding like a sissy now. If Sakura-chan ever saw her man like this, she'd be disgusted. Well, she often expressed her disgust towards me anyways, but you know what they say: the one you think you hate is the one you love the most. So deep down, Sakura-chan was deeply in love with me.

I looked down at the peacefully sleeping boy next to me. His eyes were tightly shut, his mouth slightly open, and his breath coming out evenly. What I thought was the most amusing was how his hair looked at that moment: like a dead cat. I held back my laughter. Eh, I guess not everyone had the talent to look stunning both in the day and in the night (I, of course, was one of the few people who possessed that talent).

But strangely enough…I couldn't help but think that he actually looked…well, kinda good. His skin really was soft, and it felt so nice when I lightly kissed his forehead just a few moments ago. He didn't look so sad or depressed like he did these last few days but just…peaceful. That was nice.

I squinted my eyes as I stared at Sasuke. Oh no…I'm about to cry again. I promised myself over and over that I wouldn't cry, but sometimes I couldn't help it.

I cried, partly out of joy but also out of a tiny bit of sadness. I was so happy that I finally had my first friend, but I was sad too because I knew how it felt to lose your family. Well, I kinda knew how it felt…

The only memories I had of my parents were fuzzy and not too clear in my mind. I remember a kind face with blue eyes and straw-blond hair bending over me and smiling warmly, singing with her soothing voice till I fell asleep. That was my mother. My father…I knew nothing about. Nor did I care. I had this notion that he probably didn't give a rat's butt about me or my mother. But that's just what I thought.

I wiped my face with the back of my left hand. So I didn't know how Sasuke felt…he actually grew up with his family, got to share their sorrows and joys, got to know them…

Lucky kid…

I brushed back Sasuke's black bangs away from his face in a motherly fashion. So we're both alone, who cares? We'll be our own family, being happy and growing up together.

I sighed deeply and reached under my mattress until I found the old photo. I dug it up and looked down at it. It was a picture with me and my parents (my father's head was ripped off the picture before I found it, so I had no idea what he even looked like). I was, I dunno, around 9 months old (and dude, was I chubby) and a huge smile as big as my tummy was on my face. My mother, who looked absolutely gorgeous in her blue kimono that matched perfectly with her eyes, was holding onto me tightly, smiling warmly at the camera.

I couldn't help but smile right there. I looked back down at my sleeping companion and stroked his shoulders lightly.

I promise, Sasuke, we'll have moments just like the one here in the photo. We'll wear pretty (but not too girly) kimonos and pose with big grins on our faces. We'll be our own, happy family. We'll be together till we die.

I yawned, stuffed the photo back under the mattress, and cuddled up with Sasuke, sleep finally taking over me.

…

Yeah, I thought before I wandered off to dream land…

We'll be together forever.

A/N: Blah…sorry this chapter was short. Two words: finals week. (cringes) It was a bit hard to write an interesting chapter while studying German, Math, and all that other crap.