Hello everyone, this is my first fan fiction ever. Inspired by a song, called "Goodnight and go" By Imogen Heap, I wrote this fic. So please read and review. You are free to criticize as long as it's modest. So no flames please.

WARNNIG: This is a Yaoi fic. (Translation: Boy love) Sasunaru.

Like it? Read it. Not your thing? Then I suggest you leave, but if you do go ahead and read it? Then don't complain. However this fic is perfectly appropriate for people who don't mind mild Yaoi.

Sasuke P.OV.

You frowned, your blue eyes cast downward as we walked. I felt you glance towards me for a second then quickly turn away when I looked at you. God, you were adorable. Then I asked you trying to sound as unconcerned as possible.

"The hell is wrong with you dobe?"

Your face lit up for a fraction of a second, almost as if you were happy that I seemed to care but then you masked it all and shot me an annoyed look

"What's it to you teme!"

I blinked. Really? What could I say? Because I care for you Naruto? Yeah Right. Although I wish I could tell him exactly that and let him know … but I couldn't.

"Nothing, just the fact you look more idiotic and repulsive than usual with that kicked dog expression on your face and it annoyed me."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hurtful expression pass your face. Was I too harsh on him? Damn it. But you startled me when you completely changed the subject and expectantly asked

"Sasuke … you are coming to the café tomorrow right?"

I arched an eyebrow. He was making sure if I was coming to the café which he invited me to this morning. But I know I won't accept his request because if I did I'll never be able to refuse him. Not ever.

"I have better things to do, than sit with an idiot and drink coffee" I said in the most offhanded way possible. I shuddered mentally at how cruel it came out.

I was a few steps ahead of you when I realized, you had stopped walking and so I turned to look at you in an irritated way, but when I did so, my whole "irritation" façade fell. For the sight before me caused it to, your crystal blue eyes were suddenly void of all the vigor and excitement it had held mere moments ago as the night air swept across your face, tousling your golden blond strands. The soft, dull look you regarded me with, and the unusual sad smile that graced your face, made me regret that I ever opened my foul mouth.

"Why did I even bother right?" you muttered to yourself mostly but the wind carried the pain filled words perfectly to me.

Then you looked up at me, your sky blue eyes, clouded with hurt

"It's okay … but if you change your mind I'm still going to be there tomorrow"

At that I felt my heart clench, I mentally kicked myself. Fuck you Itachi! Damn you for doing this to me, for making my life this sick twisted mess! Damn it all to fucking HELL! Then I closed my eyes for a brief moment and thought: Just…

Say goodnight and go

… Naruto.

Just go, before I say something I don't mean again.

And that's exactly what you did. With one last wounded look you whispered

"Good night Sasuke"

Then you took another path to the train and walked away from me. Something in my throat hurt so much, I swallowed hard. I wished I could've called out to you as I saw your back disappear farther and farther away from me. Not that you would've shared the suffering you were going through with me even if I did call out. Not when all I have treated you as was as a mere comrade, and maybe something less but nothing more than that.

It hurt me to know that you thought I hated you, when hate was the farthest thing from what I actually felt towards you. Yet I couldn't. As much as I wanted to I knew I can't commit myself to anyone, especially you, for I know if I did I'll only end up hurting myself, or worse, I'll end up hurting you. Yet what use was it now? I'm already hurting. I'm already aching for you. I like you Naruto. I like everything about you.

It pains me greatly to think I was the reason you looked so hurt Naruto, and it kills me that you'll never know how much I regret it. Kills me.

I'm in the café. To hell with damn "Uchiha pride" , since in the end I couldn't, I couldn't let him walk away thinking I didn't give a shit about him at all, because if I did that –be this cruel to the one person I actually care about- I don't think it makes me any different from my bastard brother. Despite me wanting to "distance" myself from Naruto, I came.

Skipping beats, flashing jeeps

I see a car drive into the parking lot the café overlooks, the headlights casting a bright trail of light over the windows of the café as it turns. My heart skips a beat when I see your sunny blond head in the driver's seat.

I curse under my breath at how much like a freaking you're making me feel. Next thing I'll probably have butterflies at the pit of my stomach - I glance up and see your blond head shaking to whatever tune that's playing in your car and I pointedly look away- I wouldn't be surprised.

I am struggling

… To resist myself from getting out of here before you come in and see me. Before you realize that I actually cared. Before you get anymore closer to me. Before I mess up everything I've lived for, for 16 long grueling years.

Daydreaming, been sitting, in the corner café

I've been here since night fell. Earlier than the time you actually invited me, because I decided I better get out of my house before I change my mind. Since I arrived here my thoughts have been occupied by nothing but you. I have been thinking, wondering, daydreaming, at no matter how far I manage to get myself away from you something always seems to get me right back where I started. And how when you're near me my "aim" always seems like a distant dream.

And I'm left in bits, recovering tectonic, trembling.

I'm torn to bits, between you and my ambition. I can't seem to think straight. My eyes widen slightly when you get out of the car. Not because you tumbled out being the clumsy idiot you are. It's because you got out of the car wearing a casual, black shirt and a pair or dark blue jeans.

An outfit I've never seen you in before. The shape of your well toned body seemed more definite, something that hideous orange thing you call clothing always succeeded in covering up. And one thing was for sure: Black on you looked pretty damned hot. It bought out the smooth tan of your flawless skin. You walk up to the café door casually, wind blowing at your golden blond hair. I can see your sparkling azure eyes even from a 5 meter distance as you smile at an old lady who passes by you.

God, it must be a sin… to look this good.

You walk in and your bright eyes search for something you hoped would be there. Then you catch the sight of me, -evidently the "something" you were looking for- I pull on my Uchiha-aloof-bastard expression and look at you determined to act cold and indifferent "so you won't get the wrong idea" –which would be in fact the actual right idea- as to why I was there.

Our eyes lock for one moment and then you break into one of you cheeky grins, but this one being the most adorable and cutest I've ever witnessed. With your smooth whiskered cheeks glowing a slight pink, a true smile that reached your mesmerizing cerulean eyes. And my resolve crumbles.

Completely.

You get me every time

To Be Continued

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