This is kinda random and mostly I was writing this when I was trying to figure out what was going on in the plot and what to do next. It's kinda weird...lol.

BankotsuChick

Neji lept out of bed, his entire body aching and he winced as he sunk to the floor.

"Neji, you can't leave!" Gaara growled, ceasing to rush to his side. "Your going to kill yourself..."

He rolled his eyes at the brunette's ignorance.

"...I have to...nnnmm...go to Naruto! You heard me! The minutes!"

"So...annoying..." Gaara said, tilting the Hyuuga's head up to his and capturing his lips in a pationette kiss.

"..nnn..G-Gaaara!" He whinned. "Please!"

Gaara sighed. "Go die if you want to...I guess." Neji almost could have hugged Gaara, but he didn't. The Hyuuga slid on his jeans, painfully, and then a jaket.

Gaara was suprised at the feeling he received as he watched the boy struggle in pain.

Did he really feel bad for him?

Had he gotten that caring?
Then he remembered thats what love was. As soon as he did, he helped Neji up and, though a handful of nurses tried to stop the two, and rushed out the door as fast as they could.

Sakura knew, before she knew her attacker's identity, that he had been caught off gaurd for a moment and that he wouldn't shoot. She took this opportunity to knock him to the ground again.

This was her chance to escape.

"S-Sakura...?"
She turned, slightly shocked.

"Who are...you..." She asked, not coming closer to the figure, squinting her eyes. "Sasuke?"

"Yes, thanks for kicking me to the ground..." He groaned in pain as he stood up. "Twice."
She blushed.

"Sorry Sasu-kun!" She flug her arms around him, but he pushed her off with a 'ow' and a 'leggo'.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you hurt, and where is Naruto?"
Sasuke sighed. He didn't want to be remind of him right now.

"I have to go..." He said, limping. "...please don't tell Naruto where I am...please." The look he gave her was so filled with hurt, hate, and love that she didn't know what to say.

"Did you see that man...

She looked at Sasuke, she knew somthing was wrong, somthing that Sasuke could only do by himself so all she did was nodd and walk away. How ghostly had his presence been...when she turned back to see Sasuke leave, nothing was there. She wondered, then, if she had seen anything at all.

The intencity of the loliness that Sasuke's missing brought to Naruto was unbelievable.

He never imagined that it would be like this; he loved Sasuke, Sasuke had become his lover, but there had been somthing missing then. The way he was so...submissive. It was like rape.

And Naruto had hated that.

(FLASHBACK)

His lips parted, just waiting, waiting, to be claimed. He no longer thought about it. He just did like he was told to do.

Like he was told he was born to do.

It was like the song of a caged bird, but no longer sweet and filled with wanting. No. It wasn't like that at all anymore. Somthings were born to be free. Some were not.

He didn't want anymore. He didn't lust for anything anymore.

He just did as he was told, standing there. Waiting. He would wait all alone too, because the world moved too fast now for a man who could no longer move; he would stand out in the rain until it washed him away, until he was called for again. Until he was wanted again.

Maby that was his perpous; maby he lived for others, but then he would remember that he wasn't that kind. He wasn't that nice. You'd think he'd be sad about it, but no, he wasn't. He might as well be glad it was this way. It was better. He didn't have to hurt anyone anymore.

I want to make you happy so much...even if it hurts me so much...

He did not fear death like he did when usually he loved somone; he did not fear the unknown. Everything was unknown now, anyways. Everything including his past.

Yes.

Now.

His arms would slip to his side, shoulder's limp, leg's quivering. His fingers would twitch, the ones trailing his body that were like the ones that were once gental, but these were now rough and cold, but he didn't care. He deseverd it. It might as well be him.

Whisper.

Whisper into my ear the song of love.

It's not like he wished for this now.

It's not like that at all, you know. It wasn't his choice. But it's his life.

He lets his wet shirt, soaked with sweat, be stripped from his shivvering body. He would lay there. He would stay and wait for it to be over. Like a dog. Submissive to it's owner. A creature that loves but fears him at the same time.

He had lost all strenth in himself now...he starts to painfully think of his Aniki...

'You will never be anything. You will make nothing of your life. From now on, your whole life should be lived without any other perpous than to please others. It might make then want you a little more, aniki. But I doubt it.'

The words sunk in. Now he will only want to please

But it really dose hurt him...it makes him want to cry...when he remmebers the promise he will break that night. He told him he loved him but Naruto will never believe him now...when he leaves...when he dissobeys.

You tell it, you whisper but I can't hear you.

Is it you...

Or is it me?

His body was beautiful. His thick, raven hair would shape his porcslen face. His hips were broader than you would have expected and as his belt was loostened, his shorts would cling to them casually.

The smooth chest under his shirt was thinner and much less muscular than you would have imagined, but flawless still the same.

You might as well shout it.

Shout it to the earth and the heavens so I can finally hear it.

And when I hear it...

I relize somthing.

Though it sounds different everytime...

The lips that captured his own were bruising, like a void that swallowed him whole. It was suffocating, but he didin't need air anymore if he didn't have the will to breathe.

Or the will to stay alive. Wasn't love supppose to be nice? A rescue from this horrible fear? Then he remembered that this was his way of saying he loved him one last time. It wasn't like naything he had ever expected. He felt weak.


It's the same song I've heard all my life

Dosn't make a difference that I'm hearing it again,

It just makes me know that

I havn't been listening.

But it dosn't really matter dose it?

I never understood.

It was painful and he felt as though he could block it out, he knew his loved wantd this so he tried very hard, but he couldn't, though he would still stay.

Like a animal being beaten. A dog being hit with a newspaper. It was being a man punished for sin.

I Guess I was...innocent...once...you're right...

He curled into a ball, tears running down his face, until he finnally from asleep from fatigue.

But Now I know I'm Going to Leave For Ever...

And that was a long time ago.

(END FLASHBACK)

He knew Sasuke had been nagged by somthing, the face of his lover was distant and vauge like he barley knew anymore. Like Sasuke was some kind of person he would pay and then leave and never see again.

He had taken a shower because of this; he felt dirty, like he had taken advantage of the one he loved.

He always thought it would be different than it was.

At what point...had Sasuke lost his strenth?

The will to live...his love...had that all dissapeared? No, it hadn't all gone away. But it was replaced by some sadness that Naruto knew, sadly himself, Sasuke could only fix on his own.

He could never do anything to help.

Itachi Uchiha watched the younger Uchiha stuff his hands in his pockets to get away from the cold.

He looked almost like a child with his cute pouting face. But Sasuke had stopped being a child a long time ago. Some would say he was never one at all. Itachi knew this wasn't true.

But he tried to believe it all the same.

"Aniki, I want to hold your hand...I'm cold."

"Your not cold Sasuke...I know it.."

Sasuke pouted. "fine..." He huffed. "but I know you are...and I want you to be warm, Ita-sama. I want you to be happy."

A crystale flake drifted onto Sasuke's nose. The younger Uchiha jumped and tenced his fists.

"...it's just snow, Sasuke. There is nothing to be afraid of." He paused. "I'm plenty warm already."

"...n-no your not...your cold, I-Itachi...maby this is why my Aniki is sad all the time, mmm?"

The older one flashed a grim smile.

"I love you Aniki..." Itachi paused before he took the other's hand. Sasuke grinned. Itachi grinned slightly back.

"Are you warm now, brother?"
Itachi never answered him.

The older of the Uchiha brothers clutched the gun in his pocket.

"Why do I hate you...Sasuke?" He wondered. He had always wondered this. "Is it because you are happy and just do not know it yet?"

He was sure he had yawned when he felt a tear in his eyes.

He was sure of it. So he wiped it away, sighed, and made his move twards Sasuke.

"I may not know why I hate you...but I am sure I do...and you will die tonight, Sasuke-kun..Aniki..."

Yep, once again another cliffie! You guys are SO gunna suffer for not reveiwing enough! LOL! Till next time!

BankotsuChick