A/N: I will probably be updating once every month or so. I write plenty in class at school, but I have to type it in my free time at home, so it depends on how much homework I have. I'm also working on FMA and Yu-Gi-Oh oneshots, so this story might take a while.

Vulpes Velox: Thanks for pointing out that I was spelling his name wrong. Now I have to re-teach myself how to spell it right . .

Warnings for this chapter: Masturbation, graphic flights of fancy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I do, however, own the plot, the nice little bits of fluff, a cat and several dust

bunnies.

Sasuke woke up, then promptly rolled out of bed and flopped on the floor, bruising his side painfully. He groaned something incoherent as

he rolled over onto his front, slowly opening his eyes. For a few minutes, he just lay there, not wanting to move at all. His muscles were

incredibly sore from that last mission; he had thought he'd have to run forever at the end there. Finally he groaned again, then stood up and

stretched. Bright morning sunlight fell on his bare, lightly muscled chest, his dark pink nipples erect in the cold air. The dark-haired teenager

was clad only in blue-and-white plaid boxers, revealing almost every inch of his smooth, pale skin. He yawned, and then padded sleepily

into the bathroom. He was glad it was Saturday so there was no training today, he was exhausted.

Once he got into the bathroom, Sasuke paused to look into the mirror for a moment. Staring sleepily back at him was a boy of about

fourteen, with eyes the color of dark chocolate and straight black hair framing his face in a sleepy halo. Sasuke had to admit that he was

good looking. He splashed some cold water on his face and rubbed his eyes before running a hot bath for himself.

As the bath water ran steaming into the tub, the pale boy pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside. As he lowered himself into the hot

water, he breathed a sigh of relief. That felt really good on his sore muscles. He sat in the tub for a few minutes, just letting himself soak off

all the dirt and sweat and tension from the last week. As he soaked, he mused about Naruto, and wondered what was in the diary he had

found. After he had soaked until his soar muscles stopped complaining, he scrubbed himself clean and got out of the tub.

Sasuke drained the tub and started rubbing himself dry with a towel as he walked back into his room. He didn't like to put his clothes on

until he was mostly dry, so he lay naked on his bed, idly running his hand over his stomach. As the Uchicha heir let his mind wander, his

hands moved lower, and started to lightly stroke and squeeze his cock and balls.

As his cock got gradually harder, Sasuke focused on pleasant memories of Naruto. He thought about that accidental kiss when he was

twelve, the feeling of the smaller boy's surprisingly soft lips pressed against his own. He thought about the feeling of Naruto's body pressed

tightly against his own when he had carried his erstwhile rival carried him away from danger in the battle against Zabuza and Haku. And he

thought of the time when Group 7 camped by the lake the previous summer. He and Naruto had spontaneously taken off their clothes and

gone swimming, and Sasuke had glimpsed every last inch of the blonde's tight, compact body; his broad, dark cock, the tight muscles of

his stomach and chest, his light pink nipples, erect in the cool water, standing stark contrast to his smooth, slightly tanned skin. Naruto had

started a splashing war, and Sasuke had retaliated by grabbing the blonde boy and dunking him.

Sosuke imagined what it would have been like if the other boy had allowed him to do something else after he grabbed him, he could have

kissed his neck right there, then wrapped his arm around him and pressed his warm, wet body against the smaller boy's, then slid his long,

hard cock up his warm, firm ass.

Sasuke stroked harder, his fist tightly grasping his erection. His fantasies were less specific, just the feel of another body against his own,

his cock sliding in, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm.

Sasuke's mind suddenly went blank, and he came with a sigh. He lay there for a moment as cum flowed out in a puddle on his stomach,

then reached for the box of tissue on the bedside table. He cleaned himself up, then got dressed and went into the kitchen for breakfast,

feeling a tangible need to finally read Naruto's diary.

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Half an hour later, Sasuke was sitting in his room, reading Naruto's diary. It seemed the whiskered ninja had begun writing in it about a

year and ago, when they had started genin training. He began reading the first entry eagerly.

We got our group assignments as genin today. I'm in the same group as Sakura! She still doesn't want to talk to me, though. I

asked her if she wanted to eat lunch with me, but she just blew me off, not even caring how much it hurt me. She wants Sasuke to

go out with her, but he hates her, he thinks she's annoying. He hates me too. He hates me too. He hates everybody, and he's just

an asshole about it. He's in our group too, by the way. He especially hates me. I don't know why, I've never done anything to

him! I used Henge no jutsu to transform into him, and Sakura was about to kiss me 'cause she thought I was him, but I got

stomach cramps at that very moment! Damn expired milk!

Sasuke smiled at Naruto's account of his antics, but he felt extremely guilty when the smaller boy wrote what he thought about him. It

seemed Naruto hated him just as much as he thought.

Or at least he hated me a year ago, the optimistic corner of his brain, which had miraculously survived years of deep depression,

whispered. He clung, against his best judgement, to the small hope that Naruto had had a change of heart in the past year.

Sasuke skimmed through most of the entries, only reading enough to catch the general mood of the entry, and only paying close attention

when he saw his name. As time progressed, it seemed Naruto had slowly given up on Sakura, and slowly grown more and more overcome

by frustration and despair because it seemed that Sasuke hated him. But it was the most recent entry that simoultaneously made his heart

pound with excitement and fall to the pit of his stomach. It was dated to a week ago, before they left on that last mission. The page was

spattered with tearstains.

I'm not going to hide it any longer, not from myself or anyone else. I'm in love with Sasuke, and he thinks I'm pathetic. And he's

right. I'll never be good enough for him, and I'll never be good enough to be Hokage. I might as well just kill myself now and

save the village the trouble of defeating the demon fox again, 'because I know I'm not going to ever be strong enough to hold it

in once it wants to come out. I'm never strong enough or smart enough to do any good. Actually, I think I'm going to try to get

killed on the mission we leave for tomorrow. If I don't, I'll just find a nice pool of water, lie down, and inhale. That'll do everyone

a favor.

As Sasuke read that last line, he nearly broke down crying. So that was why the blonde boy had been even more reckless than usual lately.

Naruto was going to kill himself, if he hadn't already, and it was his fault. He dropped the diary and rushed outside.

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Less than a minute later, a slightly out-of-breath Sasuke arrived at Naruto's house on the other side of the village, slightly out of breath. He

had run straight there from his house. Not bothering to even try knocking on the door, he took a running leap and jumped through the open

second-story window.

"Naruto-kun!" Sasuke called "Are you here?" He received no response, and proceeded to walk quickly through the house, looking for

signs of life. He had come in through the kitchen window, but there was nothing important in there. He headed into the bedroom, but still he

saw nothing, no blonde-haired corpse on the floor, no scribbled, tear-stained suicide note.

Sasuke hurried into the bathroom, but Naruto wasn't there. In fact, it would have been pretty hard for him to drown himself at home, as he

didn't even have a bathtub, just one of those showers in a glass cubicle.

"Shit" Sasuke swore and jumped back out the window. He hit the ground running, headed for the bathhouse for a moment, then stood and

thought for a moment as he realized that it was too public for a suicide attempt. He weighed his options for a while, then saw Sakura

walking past on the opposite side of the street.

"Sakura-chan!" he called, running over too her. "Have you seen Naruto?"

"Yeah, I saw him heading for the pond on the east side of the village, he looked pretty upset. Why?" She smiled in what was obviously

meant to be a flirtatious way.

"Never mind," He replied, then ran off towards the pond, pushing people out of the way without regard for anybody's health.

"Wonder what's up with him?" Sakura mused.

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When Sasuke arrived at the pond a few minutes later, the first thing he noticed was Naruto, floating unconscious several yards out. Without

stopping to think, he stripped off his shirt and ran into the water, then swam out to the floating blonde ninja. He picked up his erstwhile rival

and carried him to the shore, noticing that Naruto was still warm, so he couldn't have been floating long.

Once he got to the edge of the pond, Sasuke lay Naruto down and checked his pulse. It was still going, but not nearly as strongly as it

should have been. He cursed, but was relieved to when the smaller boy started coughing up water. As the smaller boy slowly regained

consciousness, Sasuke helped him sit up and patted him on the back until it seemed most of the fluid was out. Once he was aware of his

surroundings, Naruto was amazed to see who his rescuer was.

"Sasuke? You saved me?" Naruto whispered, "Why?"

"Because I love you." Sasuke smiled, and kissed his former rival gently on the lips.

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