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This is where the REAL action starts...! HUGE changes! I was gunna make Neji die and cut the fic off there and make what comes next the sequel, but...hmm..nah, I'll keep this one going
BankotsuChick
(oh yea, in this chappie, you discover if Neji dies)
Naruto took Sauske's hand and walked up to Neji, he's eyes welling with tears.
"It's not fair..." Sasuke whispered. "He never did anything wrong..." Sasuke pulled away from Naruto and ran to his other side.
"Neji!" He cried. "Please wake..up..." Hinata ran to his side as soon as she appeared in the doorway, her face contorted with sorrow.
Naruto put his arm around her slim shoulders.
Gaara's mind was panicking. What could he do? He could let Neji die infront of him...never.
He stood up, still holding the Hyuuga's hand, and did the only thing he could do.
He placed the softest, sweetest kiss on Neji's lips. His hot, fresh, tears dripped onto Neji's face.
Just the sight of Gaara reduced to tears made Sasuke want to cry too.
Gaara's bright green eyes were fixacted on Neji's unopened one's for a moment, and then he sighed.
Naruto sighed too, but grabbed Sasuke's hand and started to leave, when Sasuke stopped him.
"What is it, Sasuke?" Naruto said, but he had already seen. Neji's eyes had fluttered open.
"Neji!" Sasuke breathed, rushing over to his side, but stopped as Gaara locked eyes with him. Sasuke stepped back and returned to Naruto. They both decided it was best to leave the two alone.
"You worried me, you stupid asshole..." Gaara whispered, hand cuppin he other's face. Neji's breathing became more rapid.
"I-I..." He stuttered. "C-could s-say...the..." Cough. "Same thing."
"Can you believe it?"
"I know; it's a miricle. I don't know how he pulled through."
"You think he'll be okay, Naruto?" Sasuke said as he sat back down. The doctors and nurses were completely stunned.
Naruto smiled and looked at Gaara's sillouette through the tinted glass window and then Neji's.
"He'll be fine. Don't worry, Sasuke."
Sasuke couldn't go to sleep that night.
Neji was still vaugly on his mind, and he sat up, wrapped his arms around his knees and put his chin on his hands and gazed at Naruto sleeping so peacefully.
"I wish I was that innocent..."
He mumbled, and found himself cold. He never used to be cold. It was slightly irritating. He was still having thoughts about what had happened, and it was going to be light in about two hours, so he got up and curled up on the couch in the next room and flipped on the T.V.
As usuall, he really didn't consentrate on what he was watching, but rather on why Naruto, Gaara, and Neji had even got shot in the first place.
It was all his fault, and as much as he hated to admitt it, his mind was made up. There was no way around it.
The three of them came after him in the first place because they loved him.
It was guilt, the nagging feeling that if he wasn't there that they wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Neji survived, they all had, but what about next time?
Would somone like Sakura or Shikimaru die next?
What about Gaara or Kakashi? Kakashi and Iruka were kidnapped in the first place because of him.
Would it be...Naruto next time?
I couldn't live with myself...
How could he?
Naruto dying and it being his fault?
He slid off the couch and wondered back into the bedroom, slipping under the thick layer of covers.
He felt Naruto's warm arm around his shoulders and closed his eyes in a mock-sleep as a single tear dripped down his fair face.
He was going to have to leave him.
It had been a few days now, and Neji still hated being looked at like some science exparement. People were always poking and prodding him with somthing, and if not, they'd walk past him and take notes on a clipboard. It drove him insane.
Oh sure, he'd dish out some nasty looks, a few 'fuck off and die's and then maby a assault of some kind, but they never left him alone.
The only thing that kept his mind strait these days was Gaara.
"You're late, Gaara. What kept you?" He growled, arms crossed defiantly. "You can't begin to understand the supreme annoyence of these people."
Gaara smiled slightly and dropped a box on his lap. Neji peered at the lable.
"Chocolate?"
The red-haired boy nodded.
"Finally!"
Gaara got the hint from Hinata that not only was Neji a closet chocoholic, but a hater of hospital food of any kind.
"All this fucked-up shit that's going on is got on my last nerves..." He mumbled, face full, and still stuffing more in his mouth.
"Being woken up in the middle of the night only to get told that you need more rest...or you won't pull through..."
Gaara took a few steps over to Neji, took the clipboard off his table, looked at it for a moment, and then headed for the door.
Neji crossed his arms and pouted.
"Why the hell are you leaving so early?" Neji asked, in a somewhat whiny tone.
"I'm going to meet Naruto for lunch, Sasuke too." Gaara replied casually.
"It get's kinda boring here. I swear I'm about to get up and walk awa-"
Gaara was at his side immidiatly, titlting his chin up and looking him in the eyes.
"You won't do anything of the sort." Neji opened his mouth to protest, but found his gaze too penitrating. He glared for a moment and then looked away angered by the way the red-haired boy could make him back down.
"You won't..." He continued. "You have to stay here and get better. And please," He said as he kissed him on the forehead. "Don't kill anyone."
Neji growled, because the moment Gaara closed the door a very perky nurse, with somthing sharp and a clipboard, entered the room.
Gaara sighed as closed the door.
Three...
Two..
One.
"Ow, you fucking bitch!" There was a dull thud and then a few seconds later, the nurse left the room, shaking her head and sighing.
Gaara grinned and whipped open his cell phone, speed dialing Naruto.
It was snowing, the light on the city dying to embers beneth swollen clouds.
The streets were empty, no soul on the street, the blanket of snow seeming to drown out all the noises and sounds with a chilly, numbing effect.
It was silent.
There was a lone figure though, standing totally alone, trailing a hot crimson path in his wake.
The whole world seemed to stop for him.
A fierce grin was plastered on his face, though you could not really be sure. Though, ironicly, there was no string of joy in his fatal expression.
Smiles and frowns looked the same after so many tears.
As he walked, he cast no shadow.
Crystaline dropplets of icey snow clug to the man and all the structures around him, leaving him sodden.
A gun was clentched in his finger's, the pointed black nail's digging into his palm, the harsh metal clinking against his dagger.
The dagger was aged, it was chipped and adorn many, many crimson stains. It was somwhat like it's owner's face; young but sorrowful, and flesh wounds could only run so deep until they hit the soul.
A thick canopy of weeping trees sheilded him from the clouds and from becoming increasingly wet.
I am just a man waiting in the shadows.
The blade clinked against the harsh steel of the gun. Clink, Clink.
Nothing was worn on his head, nothing covering his ears nor eyes but tussled chunks of raven-colored hair that fell over his pale face.
It was almost like he didn't want to be seen...Or he didn't want to see the world.
Like a snake...waiting to strike.
The hair that swayed behind him moved like a metronome to the swaying of the riflel in his hand.
That and the blade gave off a manecing aura.
Two of his canine teeth slid over his full lips; they were like wolves fangs; bloody, devious, pointed like stelagmites itching for flesh.
I hide until I taste blood in the air.
There was but one sound that penitrated the silence of the day, the constant beating of the own man's heart.
Even if his eyes had been visible, they betrayed no emotion.
The feelings of how he hated himself, hated everone around him. The ever-present tick was just a reminder.
But nobody would ever know this because of the ever-resent grin opon his face.
Taste the blood of my vitim.
"Sasuke..." He whispered, glaring at his reflection in a puddle of melted ice. The thick scars under each of his two eyes seemed to mock him.
"I can't wait..." He clutched his wounded arm and winced slightly. "To ...repay..you for what you...gave me..."
A sensation danced down his spine as if a snake, like fingers moving a marrionette.
"My aniki, you thought I was dead, didn't you?"
Then I go in for the kill.
Then the man concealed his knife in his pocket and continued twards the city he knew as Konoha.
The first time I looked in the mirror
I was shocked
I hope I don't look that way to you
"When are we suppose to go to Gaara's again, Naruto?"
Naruto threw him a light colored peice of paper for scrawled font on the back into Sasuke's lap. He picked it up, read it and nodded.
It was 10:14 and Gaara, being a slightly timley, wanted them to be there at noon, no sooner no later.
It gave Naruto two hours to get what he needed done.
Sasuke lazed on the couch, not sure if leaving Naruto was the best thing to do, even though it may be the safest.
I could never forgive my self..
It would be hard, sure, and Naruto would probably never know how much Sasuke really loved him, and to say Sasuke didn't care would be a outright lie, but getting Naruto shot dead would be worse than breaking his heart.
Hearts will heal.
Death is forever.
The heat of the furnace blasted Sasuke in the face, giving his whole body a numbing sensation.
He switched on the televison, only to have it turn off of second later. He glanced at the romote in curiosity, then to the person standing by the T.V cabinet.
"...Naruto...?..." He mumbled, looking in his lap. "What are you doing?"
Naruto sighed, sitting beside Sasuke.
"...Sasuke I need to ask you somthing..." Sasuke hated looking in the eyes of the person he would break the heart of.
"I don't feel like talking..." Sasuke stood up, but Naruto grabbed his hand and looked at him closley in eyes. Sasuke looked away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?'
"Nothing."
"...you know, somtimes I wonder why you even bother with that excuse."
He kissed him lightly, or tried too, but Sasuke pulled away. Naruto frowned, but soon was angered.
"Why are you even bothering to stay with me anymore?" He growled, but found some satisfaction as the raven-haired looked up at him in suprise.
"Naruto I-"
"I'm serious, Sasuke...Are you even in love with me anymore?"
Sweatdrop.
He would, yes. He would show him how much he loved him for the very last time.
Sasuke's hands were quivering slightly as he kissed the blonde, tentivly at first but then much rougher, almost bruising, taking the other one by suprise, the raven-haired bishi's thin fram hanging over the more masculine one's. His lips were chaped, very boyish, as Sasuke remembered them to be, irresistable. It was like a joke, the smaller one over him, so the blonde took a moment to react.
But it only took a moment for the other to return the kiss harder yet. Sasuke let the blonde take over, but not before whispering somthing in his ear, making the other shiver.
"...why the couch..."
Sasuke asked, though he got no responce.
The raven-haired rolled his eyes, whimpering slightly, skilled fingers, slipping off the Uchiha's sweatshirt, then t-shirt.
The raven haired's pale skin, exposed, fingered trailing down his chest. The heat wasn't unbearable; it was hot yes but desirable. He wanted it, he lusted for it. There eyes met, the midnight blue of Naruto's shinning through the blackness of Sasuke's eyes. It was incredibly overpowering, sligthly akward and it made Sasuke feel unnerved.
It was the uke part, surely. It felt like he had been screwed his whole life by all the guys in his life, thought never so...literally than now
It felt right, felt natrual to let the other take over, but it was the same, it was the same always. Visions of Itachi flashed through his mind, though he didn't exactly know why, as the silky belt he used to hold up his loose shorts binded his wrists, painfully, so tight he knew he wouldn't be able to slip out of it.
He panicked sligthly, but took a breath, letting it out in a sigh. It was his part. He was to submit. He had to. Naruto wouldn't love him, as Itachi would say.
Thats why.
He waited to unbottton the other's shirt, slowly, pulling down the jeans until they rode on the blonde's slim hips. Sasuke noted, as the last remaining cloth was removed, his body exposed, he wasn't afraid.
Thats why I think of him.
He was just sad.
They say he will always be alone
They say he's the kind of person
Who will wander theese streets at night
Serching for the things he will never have
Things like happiness.
They say it's because he's mean
Some say it's because he's angry at the world
Those all may be true...
But is it really possible
That somone's so cold as to...
Not love anything?
That is why everyone's in dinial
They don't believe their eyes
That lone boy who was all by himself
Fell in Love
Gaara stepped reluctantly out of his car, bracing himself for the cold.
He had about half an hour until the two, the Uchiha and Uzimaki arrived for lunch. They had, anyway, a half hour before Gaara started getting angry about time.
He fiddled with the lock and the key, finally angerd enough to thrust the key into the hole and turning it forcefully.
He shut the door quickly behind him, his green eyes ceasing to open, back agaisnt the closed door, sliding down to the floor.
"Neji..." He whispered. "I miss you so much..."
Sasuke slipped off the couch, wincing as he bent over to sntach up his pants, t-shit and sweatshirt.
He was unbelievably sore; the pain was incredible, but some how his body wasn't aching as much as his heart.
He slipped out of the room, slinking into the bathroom where he grabbed a slick comb off the sink and ran it through his hair, standing infront of the mirror, but being careful not to look at his own reflection.
He sighed when he was done, and moved back to the living room, grabbing his few posestions.
He gazed down at Naruto, sighing again as he knelt by the couch.
Sasuke was carful, though, not to wake his sleeping lover.
He could feel Naruto's breath on his face, the moist heat bringing tears to his eyes, as he held the one he loved's hand for the very last time.
"I love you just the same, no matter what."
Sasuke wished he could look into his eyes and tell him he loved him back.
"Please trust me, I want the best for you..."
He brushed back the hair from his eyes, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"You know I know.."
Silent tears, like whispers of the breeze on the cool winter air, streamed down his face.
"I won't love anyone eles."
He shut his eyes, drinking in the comforting smell.
"I can't live without you...my koiishi."
He sighed, wiped his eyes, and reluctantly let go of his blonde lover's hand.
"But you'll have to..go on...for me.."
There had been tears...There had been love...There had been hate and deception...There had been trust and betrayal...and now it was all over.
Sasuke turned off the ringer of the phone on the desk, knowing full well Gaara would have his ass if he could for not showing up or answering the phone. He smiled grimly at the thought of Gaara and what he would be leaving behind. This was his old life though. Even though, this time, he wouldn't even have Kakashi.
He wanted to say goodbye to Kakashi, but it would be too hard. Neji and Sakura as well.
Finally, placing a small kiss on the other's full lips, he gave one last parting glance and headed out the door, shutting it lightly. This would be the coldest night of Sasuke's life.
Can you believe Itachi's alive and back? And Sasuke's leaving Naruto? It only gets better!
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