I would just like to say... I dont know. I really have nothing to put here, so by the end I will probably have some thought process in my head that will be written at the bottom of the page

I don't own Naruto


Neji did get his second date with Naruto, and a third, fourth, fifth, and soon they stopped counting. It had ben a month and a half since the first date, and Naruto had neveer been happier. He was in love with his boyfriend, he had completely lost any attraction he had had to Sakura, the village seemed to have gotten off his back some, and to his surprise, he hadn't felt the need to harm himself at all. But there were still a few things weighing heavily on his mind. One, Neji seemed to be pulling away, like he had done something for which he felt guilty. Naruto had tried several times to get him to open up, but Neji would always wave it off, saying it was nothing. Also, Naruto was pretty sure someone else was vying for Nejis affections, hence all the mysterious phone calls and the dark-haired boy being rather quiet lately. And the second thing was, naturally, Sasuke. Naruto wasn't quite sure what to make of the raven haired boy lately. He had almost stopped talking to Naruto entirely, which was somewhat of a relief, not having to deal with any more taunting, but it also made him worried. Sasuke still hung around with him occasionally, but the only times the two ever spoke were when they were sparring, and even then it was Naruto throwing most of the insults. Sasuke had even stopped calling him 'dobe'!

Naruto felt a small pang of longing in the pit of his stomach. He really missed the old Sasuke in his life. When he brought him back from the Sound, he had figured they could instantly be friends again, and just pick up where they left off. Sasuke on the other hand, pushed and pushed and fought to get away from him, and thats when things went south. Naruto had been a cutter for a long time, since he was ten years old, but when Sasuke had started ragging on him, things went from bad to worse. He had started cutting every day, loving how he could punish himself for not being able to make things right. Again and again and again, blaming himself for the way his former best friend was. It all came down to the same thing: If only I had been able to stop him...

The blond boy just shook his head and slid out of bed and to his feet, wearing absolutely nothing, like most nights. He figured he could skip training today, his heart really wasn't in it. Neji would be training today, but he preffered to do it alone, so no chance of seeing him today. He figured he might go see Iruka today, they hadn't visited in a while. Yeah, thats what he would do! He was about to head into the bathroom to take a shower, when someone pounded on the door.

"Shit!" Naruto frantically flew around the room, trying to find some clothes so he wouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure for anwsering the door naked. "I'm comming, I'm comming!" he yelled hoarsely, while jumping into a pair ot tight, low-slung black jeans. Who the hell needs me in the morning? "What do you want?" he snapped while flinging open the door, only to be made very aware that he was shirtless by Sasuke leaning against the door frame.

"You're looking good today, Naruto." Sasuke half smiled, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. God Naruto looked good with no shirt with his abs slightly damp with sweat, and those pants... if only they were a little lower and looser, they would be so easy to slide right off. The sight was truly edible, but Sasuke needed to keep his hormones under control. He had come here to talk with Naruto, and not to stare at the line of soft hair trailing from his navel to below his waistline.

"Oh, its you." Naruto grunted half-heartedly. Sasuke felt his stomach sink a little. "What do you want Uchiha?"

Sasuke took a deep breath. "I need to talk to you. I was wondering if I could come in." He examined the blond's body, the way every muscle formed and moved smoothly as Naruto nodded, reached for something and then sadly, pulled a white button-down shirt over his head. He beckoned the Uchiha to follow him into the tiny apartment.

"Want anything to eat?" Naruto asked, rolling up his sleeves and rummaging through the fridge, not looking at Sasuke.

"No, no, I'm good." The raven took a seat at the table, busy enjoying the sight in front of him. Slim hips, a beautiffully toned ass, the outline of abs still visible through the shirt, biceps... and scarred forearms. The sight instantly sobered Sasuke, and he dropped his head slightly in shame.

"Water?" Naruto had moved over to the sink, and reached up and fished two cups out of the cabinet. Without waiting for an anwser, he filled them both up and set one one font of Sasuke. He then swiftly moved to the other end of the table, pulled out a chair and sat himself down. "What did you want to talk about, Sasuke?" he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip.

Sasuke drew a mindless design on the table with his finger. "Well," he swallowed. "I was just thinking about some shit... and..." Jesus, why was it so fucking hard to get two damn words out? "And I probably said some stuff to you I shouldn't have, and it... it hurt you more than I thought..." His eyes trailed down to Naruto's scars.

The blond only nodded curtly. "It did." his hands gripped the glass a little tighter, and he made no attempt to cover his arms.

Sasuke took a deep breath. "I know, and it was because, because I'm gay, and I didn't want to be. And I... I started getting feelings for you... and I didn't want to... so I..." he trailed off. "What I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry, and if you don't forgive me, I'll underst -"

"I forgive you." Naruto cut him off, smiling slightly at the Uchiha. "Not to say it didn't suck balls what you did, but I forgive you."

Sasuke was thunderstruck. He had just revealed more to Naruto in three minutes than he had to anyone else in his lifetime, and just like that, the blond had gotten over it! "But... how?" Sasuke breathed. "I acted like an idiot to you, when I felt the opposite, and you're just over it like that?"

Naruto laughed a little. "Sasuke, you suck, you know that?" he watched a weird expression cross the raven's face. "I'm not as pissed about it as I was, but theres still that little flare in me. I'm not a saint, so I'll probably try and punch your head in once in a while. Then we'll be even!" a wide, goofy grin spread on the blond's face. "So I got my best friend back?"

Sasuke smirked at Naruto, relief spreading through him. "I guess." he murmured, barely audible as he took a small sip of water, basking in the moment "Best friend..."

"That'll have to be it." Naruto murmured. The two sat in silence for a while before the blond piped up again. "So how long are you plannign on staying here? Because I would like to shower at some point today... alone." The blond grinned at the Uchiha sitting across from him.

"Yeah, I suppose I should get going..." Sasuke stood up recluctantly, taking the few steps in the tiny apartment from the kitchen to the door. Naruto followed him.

"Hey." Naruto piped up. "Maybe today we can meet up and spar, or get some ramen or something." he grinned hopefully up at the taller boy.

"I think..." Sasuke reaced down and cupped the smaller's face in his hand. "I think I'd like that..."

Naruto pulled away. "You know I can't be your boyfriend, right?" he murmured sadly, looking at the ground.

"I know." And with that, Sasuke pulled away from Naruto, closing the door behind him and leaving Naruto with an oddly empty feeling in his gut. From down the hall, he repeated the words to himself. I know.


Naruto swiftly rinsed out the cups in the sink, wild thoughts spinning through his head. Stop it, Naruto! You aren't his, you belong to Neji! His heart hurt as he thought of Neji pulling away from him... god he loved that boy so much! Being with the Hyuuga really had made him happy, no doubt about that, but the was still that something about Sasuke, you couldn't help being sucked in by it. Yes, Naruto admitted to himself, he did like Sasuke a lot. But he and Neji were in love... and Naruto had no plans of ever changing that.

He put the cups back in the cabinet, before starting to undo his shirt, preparing to change into something cleaner. Then he stopped. The close were clean, and he didn't smell badtoday... okay, maybe just a little. He quickly splashed on some deodorant, slipped on a studded belt and some shoes, grabbed a jacket and headed outside for a walk. Maybe he could still catch up to Sasuke.
Neji groaned in frustration as the kunai hit the board. Sure, it was an excellent throw, but it wasn't fast enough for his liking, and it wasn't hitting dead center! Jesus, his concentration just wasn't good enough lately, and he knew who to blame: Gaara. That fucking sexy bastard had been calling him for a while now, trying to get him to talk. But so far Neji wasn't hearing any of it. Gaara had left him, and god dammit! He wasn't just some fuck toy the Kazekege could just pick up and throw away at whim! Although, Hinata was right. Neji was still in love with Gaara, and as cute as Naruto was, he just couldn't care about him nearly as much as he did for the redhead. He knew that he was lying to Naruto, and it killed him inside. He had never meant for his stupid ex to come back in the picture and fuck with everything!

"Fuck you, Gaara!" He screamed, putting all his pent-up emotions in the next throw. Neji didn't even have time to see where it hit, as he felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap around him from behind.

"Hmm, that sounds like a pretty good idea to me." A low, smooth voice breathed into his ear and then moved down to kiss his neck.

"Gaara..." Neji breathed in the scent of the man he'd longed for for months now. The framiliar arms pulled him tighter against a rock-hard chest, as the hot mouth continued to ravage his neck. "Wh- when did you get to Konoha?"

Gaara chuckled. "Last night. I came looking for you, but the guard wouldn't let me in. He said - he said you wouldn't want to see me." the redhead brushed his lips against the Hyuuga's cheeks. "Now why would he say that, hmm?" a finger traced patterns on Neji's abs. Suddenly the voice changed, becomming rough and raspy. "And, why have you been avoiding me, Neji? You won't talk to me, wont anwser my calls? You forgot what we had, did you? Perhaps I need to remind you..." Gaara trailed off.

Neji stiffened. "No." he snarled.

Gaara flipped him around, so they were now facing each other. "No?" he questioned, cupping Neji's face with one hand, the other wrapped securely around his waist, holding him there.

"No." Neji stated firmly, again. "I'm not a toy, Gaara, you can't just throw me away and expect me to come running back the second you decide you want me again." Neji looked up into the Kazakege's face, expecting, anger, rage, jealousy, but not... a smlie?

Gaara's grin grew, and soon a small chuckle escaped his lips. What did I say? Neji wondered, only to have his question anwsered without even having to ask.

"Oh, my silly little Neji-kun. Is that why you won't come near me? You think I threw you away?" Gaara stopped laughing, fingers stroking the dark-haired boy's cheek. He looked dead into the pale eyes before continuing. "They called me out on a mission. Very dangerous, and the less you knew about it the safer you would be. I didn't want them comming after you..." The redhead's voice became a low purr. "Did you ever, ever think I would let you go? No, I said I loved you, and I meant it! Nobody -" Gaara's voice turned deadly. "Nobody can ever have you the same way I do." He lowered his forehead to rest against Neji's.

"But -" protested Neji, his throat suddenly dry. "But what about -"

"Naruto?" Gaara growled. "You don't love him. Don't worry about little Naru-chan, he wont be alone for very long. A certain Uchiha has their eyes on him..."

"But-"

"Enough talking!" Gaara snarled roughly, the hand that had been stroking Neji's cheek had now moved to grasp fistfulls of dark hair, fingers combing through it. "I've waited too damn long to be able to do this!" And with that, Gaara roughly brought their lips together, tongues fighting for dominance as Neji melted into the kiss. However, the two were completely unaware of the fact that they were being watched by someone who's heart was being torn apart looking by just at them.

"Neji, why?" was all that escaped Naruto's lips, from thirty feet away, tears pouring down his cheeks.


Okay, I do have some stuff to say! You have no idea how tempting it was for me to make Sasuke take Naruto right then and there on the kitchen table. Unfortunately, that would spoin their lemon scene which I have planned, and dammit! I'm going to write the planned lemon scene!

Please R&R!