Itachi Uchiha stood vacantly across the Unoichi Street Apartment Complex, watching as the sun's slillouettes cast there ghostly shadows across the still-standing figures on the street.

"Sasuke..." He breathed. "I know your here..." There was only one movment on the street, a lone, rusty, red car that parked about a block down.

There was but one lone figure, a man Itachi could tell was saddened by somthing that he would never know about, but as Itachi slunk behind the nearest allyway, and squinted his eyes slightly, his heart beat quickened.

"...brother..."

His expression of shock turned to one of elation.

The snake is ready to strike...

Neji awoke, cold sweat beading on his pale forehead, stares falling opon him as he shook the sleep clinging to his fatigued body. Gaara wasn't here anymore.

His eyes widened, his vizon blurred, and as he rubbed his eyes he noted why he was afraid in the first place.

He placed a hand over his collerbone, trying to control his rapid breathing.

Placing his trembling hand over to the white desk beside him and picked up a brush, rythmically running the bristles through his thick brunette hair.

Sasuke's expression went pale, as hot breath of the man inches away from him tickled his cold face.

His heart was beating out of his chest as his blood pounded through his veins. He moved backwards, Naruto no where in sight.

...Kami...Help me...K-kami...help me...Naruto..

The street was empty, the only sound was the beating of his heart, that of his sibling's not even detectable. There was no joy in the man's eyes, or on his whole face, though not a finger trembled.

He was totally emotionless. Just like he was when he had killed their Uchiha clan.

The sky seemed to weep for the last Uchiha soul; the older brother's was lost ago to corruption.

Rain dripped off the perfect tip of Sasuke's nose, entwining with his tears of hate.

"Sasuke...This is it...after us there will be no soul left for the Uchiha's. None."

"You'll still be left, Itachi..."

Not a twinge in his fingers like spider legs, not a curve of his lip indecating a smile nor frown.

"I'm going to kill my self next."

Sasuke tenced his fists.

"We're the same Uchiha, Sasuke... The same down to to the blood in our veins that feuls our existance...you here that, Sasuke! We're the same fucking man!"

Sasuke didn't move.

"Were the same man who walks alone at night in the rain and the snow!" Itachi hissed. "We're both cold!"

"Don't you have anyone to live for, Itachi?" The younger Uchiha spat.

His frail voice boomed off the brick aley, seeming to trap Itachi, sending the message to the bone. Sasuke had a lover. He had friends. Itachi had nothing.

"Don't you have a life ahead of you?" He cried. "D-don't you, my...Aniki?"

Itachi smirked.

"Who needs...friends...lovers...brothers...for hell!"

Sasuke smirked back.

"Your the weakest man I have ever met."

Itachi's lips dipped downwards.

"You were like that, Sasuke? We you not? You cannot deny it, brother you know the truth!" He barked, the strands of his hair plastered to his thin face, shapping the scars under his eyes.

Sasuke didn't flinch as Itachi whipped out a loaded gun adn pressed it to his temple.

"Yes...but...I have changed."

Itachi's hair covered his expression in shame.

"You will never change, Itachi! And I'm not cold anymore, brother! Thats why where so differnent!"


Itachi hissed one last in audible phrase as he pulled the trigger.

Yet before doing so, few last words escaped Sasuke's lips.

"I love you, Naruto...I'm sorry..."

"Gaara!" His voice barley echoed off the small hostpital room. "You're here! I need to tell yo-" He was silence by a quick kiss, but Neji pushed him away.

"This is serious!" He seethed. "Sasuke's left Naruto and he's going to die! Sombody's after him and-" Another kiss, this one Neji couldn't pull away from, but after a few seconds he pushed the red-haired boy again.

"Stop it, Gaara-kun!"
Gaara rolled his eyes.

"How do you know this, my love? It was probably just a dream, you know." Neji looked at his closley, his ivory eyes buring into Gaara's green ones. He gulped.

"Fine. I'll call him. Just to prove you're wrong, though, Neji..." He flipped open his brand new Razr cell phone and speed-dialed Naruto

Sometime later, perhaps 5 minutes, perhaps 50, Naruto Uzimaki awoke from a deep sleep, hrolling over on his side and expecting to see his lover's face, but insteed was met with nothing more than a couch cousion.

He glanced at the alarm clock at on the table where the phone was placed to see if anyone had called. The time was outrageously close to the time Gaara wanted them there, though for some reason Naruto didn't care about it. Sasuke was troubling him.

Just then, his red and silver Motarola cell vibrated in his hand. He flipped it open and pressed send.

"Eh...Gaara...what's..up?" He grumbled, putting a hand to his throbbing temple. He was exhaused. His eyes dropped and he shook his head to stay awake.

"Hey..." Gaara said with his normal cool tone. "...Is Sasuke...with you?" The name felt like a stab in his heart.

He got up, staggering, more tired than sore, and looked in the kitchen, Gaara waiting patiently on the line. Naruto could here the red-haired's breathing over the line and it was making him more and more anxious by the second.

"...I take that as a...no..." Gaara said, his calm voice slightly shaky. "...Naruto I have to tell you somthing...It's really important...but I don't know how you'll take it..."

"You can tell me...anything if it's about Sasuke!" He breathed, louder than it should have been.

"Naruto...hey! What's up!" He heard Neji over the line and rolled his eyes, hearing Gaara tell Neji lovingly to shut the hell up. Neji was acting strange; or maby it was just cooped up in a hostpital room for a week.

"Gaara can you just tell me?"
Gaara though for a moment.

"I'll put Neji on the line...I guess...He'll be able to tell you easier than I can..." He heard the phone being passed to the other person in the room.

"What happened to him! Neji?" Neji was silent. "Naruto...Sasuke's in danger...I really fear that it's not good...at all...he's left you, Naruto. I'm not sure why, or how, but I'm sure you would. After all, your his lover."

Naruto was about to protest in embarrassment to the 'lover' comment, but didn't. It was true...

"What?...Leaving me...?"

"Hey Naruto...why arn't you denying Sasuke being your lover?" Gaara said slyly. Neji smirked over the line.

"So you and Sasuke finally-"

"Just tell me what happened and how you know!" He seethed.

Neji agreed.

"It's his brother...I heard him being called by that...it was snowing, too..." Gaara saw Neji close his eyes as he whispered over the phone, trying to remember.

"Isn't his brother dead?"
"Apparently not." That was Gaara. The blonde scowled.

"How do you know this Neji!"
Neji was probably thinking, or just pausing to make him wait as payback for the yelling.

"Neji...please..."

There was a sigh.

"I drempt it."

There was a long, akward silence.

"But it's not what you think, Naruto-kun!" He said pleading. "It wasn't just a dream, I-"

"It was! You had me worried for nothing!" He said, his voice quivering. He was about to hang up, when Neji spoke again.

"...I have to make you believe me..." He said slowly. Naruto rolled his eyes, a momvent he didn't need to see.

"It's probably you just hyped up on drugs."

Neji scoffed, Gaara chuckled slightly, but finally the brunette decided to ingor the blonde.

"...I know it's true..."

"Knowing isn't anything without proof..."

"I never would have thought you'd be the person to say that to me, Naruto-kun."

Another long silence, tenced.

"...how do you know you love Sasuke...?..." He said weakly. "...There's no proof." There should have been a gasp heard by Gaara and Neji, but there was nothing by silence.

"...I feel it Naruto..." He said, convincing the blonde. His voice craking due to staic. "...Like I know I love Gaara...and I know how you love Kakashi and Iruka...and..." He didn't need to say Sasuke.

"I'll meet you at your place in a 'sec. Ten minutes tops."

"But wait, Neji I-" But the line went dead.

Sakura Haruno's breath was becoming rapid as she slipped behind the alley wall.

He looked so much like Sasuke... She though, mind not fully understanding what he eyes had seen.

But she knew it was Sasuke; not a human soul on earth could look so currupt. Espesically not Sasuke's...

She wondered why he had been carrying a gun, and why his eyes were so evil...she suddered at the thought of it.

"...Lee..." She whispered into her Motarola. "...please pick up..."

A rustle was heard behind her and she froze, her blood pounding in her veins.

She slapped her phone shut, pressing her back against the cold brick wall.

The pink haired girl watched the shadows become longer and thinner until she could here the footsteps of her persuer.

She tenced her fists, shrinking down lower and lower until she was cringed in a corner, eyes squinted shut.

I hope this isn't...it..

The figure stopped, she noted as she opened her eyes again, but then ran strait for her.

Five Feet Away.

Four...

Three...

Two..

One.

She squeezed her eyes shut again, but then knew there was no way she would die so easily. She lept up, face contorted in a snarl, and lept, slightly stupidly running and leaping for her attacker, who she knew to to be shorter by observation, not letting those self-defence classes go to waste.

The figure fell to the floor with a loud crash from a few trashbins that he had knocked over.

She was sure that that he was unconsious because he wasn't moving at all anymore. She stared from a distance at first, but then decided to make a quick run for it.

"Not so...fast." Rumbled a deep, meanecing voice. Suddenly, Sakura felt herself being whirled around and a gun pressed to her temple. But she was even more suprised by who was holding the gun.

Kinda a filler, but Oh well...sigh...

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