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I wouldn't mind reading some reviews. A thick hint, isn't it?
The Sunshower
First, a wave of light burst into his heart, forcing all of the dark thoughts and emotions out, into sheer nothingness. For a moment he felt like an almost white sheet of paper: his consciousness was being overwhelmed by some strange raw purifying power. Then he heard a distant voice which was desperately calling for him, repeating his given name over and over again.
"Sasuke!"
The impudent light knocked at his tightly closed eyelids. So heavy and tired. He fully resigned himself to the awkward sensation of the bitter defeat, combined with an ambiguous relief.
"Sasuke, damn it!"
The familiar light boldly insisted. And he, surprisingly, obeyed its urgent request without showing any signs of opposition. Uchiha Sasuke slowly opened his eyes - a pair of quenched coals, freed from the fatal ancestral vermilion patterns. His Brightness, Uzumaki Naruto, with the helping "wing" of his farsighted late brother, had quite successfully sealed the power of Sasuke's sharingan, that sudden war ruse having become the turning point of the battle. He vaguely wondered when they had managed to plot together and decided that, most likely, the great idiot had simply given Itachi his special absurd promise, probably, conceitedly worded along the lines of protecting Konoha, while simultaneously saving the last descendant of the ruined clan, no matter what. It seemed that his already distracted brother had put his faith in the knucklehead against all odds. In the end, he made the right choice. While trying to adjust his vision and other sensorium to the surroundings, Sasuke was amusing himself with the idea of the Itachi's eccentric ability to calculate for miracles.
But somehow you understood that only Naruto could do the trick. And now I owe you even more, Itachi-niisan.
When the scales did fall from his eyes, Sasuke found himself focused on the face of one and only Uzumaki Naruto who had bent over his opponent's body, ironically mirroring (in an inverse manner) the scene from their mutual past. The young ninja was looking at his friend speechlessly, yet intently, with the deep traces of anxiety in his accentuated features. Had he only imagined that during their struggle Naruto had been dutifully bearing a calm, concentrated expression, nearly serene, as though his face, full of determination, had been carved from the rock of the Hokage mountain? Sasuke idly concluded that the best epithet for the present stiff physiognomy would be "colourful" for it was an ensemble of brownish and bronze (dried blood, burns, scratches and dirt) spots and lines, golden disheveled locks with some newly added white ones (the evidence of a rather stressful experience), and two cornflower lamps. Uchiha was mildly processing the metamorphoses of his mimic as Naruto's lips unlocked and his cheeks moved:
"Sasuke! Are you all right?"
Of all the banal phrases that fool had used the most ridiculous of them, as if Sasuke and him hadn't been just seriously trying to send their adversary to Hell but had been drawn into a childish trifling brawl in which one had accidentally punched another.
Always a knucklehead, with an apparent tint of the Sakura syndrome.
Speaking of his physical wellbeing, Sasuke could sense the blissful numbness fading. In fact, his current position was more than uncomfortable: he was sprawled on the stony ground, pieces of earth were pushing into the flesh of his back and occiput. Sasuke grimaced. He could also smell the crispness of ozon in the air (it was something expected after all that lightning he generated) and the still heated breath of the man above him.
I should answer… the same way or he will assume that I have been contused. That dumbbell...
"Fi… ne", Sasuke finally whispered in a hoarse baritone.
"What? I can't hear you clearly, loser. Are you…" Naruto lowered himself even more in order to catch Sasuke's murmur.
"Fine. I said FINE. Moron. And fine, I admit that you proved to be a worthy opponent, although you've cheated. Now get off me. It's annoying!" he grumbled louder at the persistent blond.
"You're… so arrogant, Uchiha", Naruto croaked between the pits of hysterical laughter. Uchiha was afraid that the whimsical person would resort to suffocating him in his arms and crying on his shoulder.
And the Idiot is laughing at my expense.
Suddenly a cold raindrop landed on his nose, shortly followed by its companion. The clouds were barely shielding the midday sun, which were effortlessly piercing the half-transparent masses with its sharp bright arrows.
A sunshower?
A faint smile graced Sasuke's face: a perfect metaphor for the two of them. At that moment both he and Naruto were listening to the light drumming, gazing at the high dome of the sky. A little later Uzumaki Junior roused from knees and offered his hand to the still lying Uchiha.
"Welcome back, Sasuke! Let's get rid of that bastard Madara so that we could return home and enjoy our reunion as faster as possible!" Naruto exclaimed with the unrivaled enthusiasm.
Home... it sounds kind of warm in a nostalgic way. Perhaps...
And it felt such a natural act for Sasuke to accept that outstretched invitation because that knucklehead was his former teammate, ex-compatriot, ex-enemy, and actual someone significant in Sasuke's rediscovered existence.