Uchiha and Uzumaki:

Sasuke

So you probably aren't going to be surprised when I say that my dreams that night were completely Naruto-filled. Naruto, Naruto, Naruto…it seems as though the boy is on my mind all the time. I must admit that this is scaring me a little. The only people I felt this sort of affection for were my family. So why am I having feelings like this…towards Naruto?

I stared outside at the rising sun. The sky was a canvas of oranges, reds and purples, and the fingers of dawn were reaching out towards the sleeping world. I had never been up this early. The sight was so beautiful, so different compared to this harsh, cruel world. How can something so awe-inspiring exist in a place made up of violence and hate?

I sighed and tore my eyes away from the sight and to the sleeping blonde boy. His sunshine blonde hair was going every which way, and his chest rose with every quiet snore that came out of his mouth. The only person I had ever woken up next to was my mother, which was a completely different sight and feeling. Her black, smooth hair would still be neat and just a tiny bit messy, while her warm chest and rhythmic heartbeat comforted me and would lure me back to sleep. Like I said, Naruto looked nothing like my mother, neither asleep nor awake.

I smiled. So I wasn't bawling my eyes out over my dead family whenever I thought of them. That was a good sign. Naruto was helping me get over my loss, and I couldn't ask for more.

I shook my head. There I was again…having this strange feeling in my stomach about Naruto. This was weird…too weird. My father always told me to like girls. That's it. Girls. Nothing more mattered than me finding a nice girl, getting married to her, and bringing an heir to the clan. I once asked my father what would happen if I loved a boy, but he just glared at me and yelled at me to go train some more, become more like my (bastard) brother, and never, EVER ask him that question again. I didn't get along with my father all that much.

But it was true: liking a guy was way too strange, unnatural. And yet, I was having this floaty, lovie-dovie feeling towards Naruto. What was wrong with me? How did I become like this? And why him?

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away from Naruto before I fell completely in love with him. Just thinking about what the villagers would say if I loved him made me sick to my stomach. No, I couldn't do this anymore.

I slowly crept out of bed and set my feet onto the ice cold floor. I shivered and pulled the pajamas off, tossing them carelessly onto the ground. I picked up my own clothes, quickly pulled them on and tip-toed to the mattress. I looked down at Naruto, who was still sound asleep. I smiled sadly and patted him lightly on the head.

"Sorry…but this will be the best for the both of us."

I looked at him for a moment before walking quietly out of the bedroom and running out the front door and into the waking village of Konoha.

Yeah, this was the best thing to do…right?

For the entire day, I sat in the grassy field where my parents were buried, my mind racing, my stomach growling, and most of all, my heart aching. So here I was…alone…again. But that didn't matter. Being alone was better than becoming so totally different that there was no way you couldn't be hated.

My stomach rumbled for the fifth time in one hour. Jeeze, I was hungry. But I was strong; I could go for a whole day without food. I ignored my loud belly and looked out at the setting sun as a light breeze caressed my face. The sunset…it was so like the sunrise: a nice treat for the unworthy people of the earth. The sky was once again a collage of purple and red and the stars were starting to present themselves.

I rested my head on my knees and sighed. How many days had it been since 'the incident'? I had already lost track. My parents bodies were probably starting to rot and deteriorate under the dirt, the worms crawling in and out, enjoying their feast of human flesh.

I couldn't hold in the tears any longer. Oh god, being alone was terrible. I hated it, I loathed it. Being by myself was the worst curse I had ever received in my life. What I would give to see anyone, anyone…

Especially him…

Tears soaked the ground at my feet and my face burned. I had made the totally wrong decision. Who cared about what the village thought? If I had Naruto and no one else, that would've been fine. At least I wouldn't have to be completely alone. Naruto understood me, cared for me…so why the hell did I leave?

…

"Sasuke…"

I could've sworn I was dreaming.

My head shot up and I looked directly into the face of Naruto. His eyes glimmered in the light of the setting sun. He was crying. My heart leapt and my tongue was tied up. He came for me…I couldn't believe it…he came for me.

Suddenly, Naruto's face contorted into anger and he raised his fist. "Sasuke, you bastard!" He screamed as his fist came flying at my face.

I was on the ground, my upper lip bleeding like mad, and he was lying on top of me, tears gliding down his angry face and onto my shirt. I simply stared at him, my mouth hanging wide open. Naruto…why? What are you doing?

Naruto shook his head, more tears spilling down his face. "Sasuke…why? Why did you leave me?"

My heart nearly ripped out of my ribcage as he rested his head on my chest, sobbing loudly and pounding on me. Oh god…I hadn't thought about how he would've felt if I left. He was just as alone as I was. Why hadn't I thought of that? What was my problem?

The sun had set completely…and I had made my decision. I wrapped my arm around Naruto's back and lifted his chin lightly. He sniffled and stared right into my eyes.

"S-Sasuke?" He choked.

Without saying a word, I pressed my lips lightly against his and almost immediately let go. Now it was Naruto's turn to be shocked. His mouth hung open before his face broke into a grin and he once again rested his head on my chest.

And so we lay there right beside my parents grave, staring into the night sky.