They say he was invincible

That nothing could hurt him

He was going to be ok...

Now that he found the love of his life

Nothing bad would happen

His love for him was like a sheild

Nobody would die. Nobody would cry anymore

There would be smiles

And finally laughter.

The girl would find her picture and

marry him so they could start a family.

The other would not be scared or sick

They would live like it was a dream.

And when it would rain.

When it would rain

It would be safe.

He would hold him close

And tell him like his mother

Had.

That he will be loved.

And when it would snow

They would stay warm

All the risks

All the chance

It would be ok now

But...

But them I remembered

I woke up having this same dream

I was crying too.

I was crying because it will never happen.

Sasuke couldn't remember being sad. He was too tired of being sad.

He only rememberd a shooting pain lancing through his heart. He gripped his chest. A thick anger clouded his vision, the ache in his heart pulsing through his body, the shaking fear entwining with the most powerful emotion he had ever felt in his life.

Hate.

It was hate. He hated Itachi more than he had in his whole life. He couldn't rest his eyes on Naruto's still body. He couldn't even find the strenth to go and see if Naruto was okay. He saw Sakura slowly making her way in his direction and it suprised him how he let her. How he didn't just pick up Itachi's gun and shoot her dead, dare she lay a finger on Naruto. He didn't picture himself shooting Itachi though.

He felt more like walking over the silbing and break all of his arms and legs, laughing as he screamed in agony.

The he would take out his pocket knife...

No. Naruto wouldn't want me too. He's too kind.

That's when he started to cry.

Slowly, but deffinatly tears started trailing down his face. He then relized he didn't exactly know why he was crying.

It sounded absolutly awful, but even though he believed his lover to be dead, he couldn't make his heart sad when he thought of the blonde boy. He stared at Itachi, though he couldn't feel the anger anymore, as if it had vanished. He wondered why, he needed to know.

It didn't take long.

"Do I have to carry the great Uchiha Sasuke up to my apartment?"

Naruto...

"I..I..." Was all he could say. Then, as he turned his head painfully to look at Naruto bleeding, he relized with a deep agony why exactly he wasn't sad, angry, or upset.

"Sasuke, you're my closest friend now..."

He didn't feel bad anymore.

"Let me get that...chocolate..off your face..."

Sasuke watched Sakura through blurry eyes, like time had stopped and all he could see was her heaving chest and hear her penatrating sobs.

"...I found the keys..."

He didn't hate Itachi then.

"You're really...beautiful, you know that?"

He didn't feel sad.

"Sasuke-teme...I like your pajamas..."

He didn't really know what to think;

All he knew was that...

"I don't want you getting sick, so put on your jacket."

Through all the hate.

"...so you slut...your back..."

All the deception.

"How could you..!"

And all the passion.

"Why the couch...Naruto?"

And the love.

"I love you..."

"I love you...too."

The reason he didn't hate Itachi...why he didn't feel sad or angry...was because he loved Naruto so, so much.

Their love could never be a sad thing. Naruto just wasn't that person.

And once he knew that, he walked over the boy and started to cry.

Gaara raced through the streets to his sister's car where he felt a cold sweat break across his forehead. Neji...

Neji...I told you to stay back...

He tore open the door and felt his face growing hot as he lay the side of his head to his chest. He breathed as he heard the faint heart beat, but it was so...so...faint. He didn't know what to do; Naruto or Neji?

"...Oh...Sasuke I'm sorry," He said as he revved the engien. "...but you would do the same thing for Naruto..."

He sighed, stepping on the gas knowning that it was true.

Sakura was crying, she was crying so hard that she couldn't think strait. But she wasn't crying so much for her loss. She was crying for Sasuke's. She saw him sitting a few feet back, the snow falling over his raven hair. She was about to cry harder, her arms drapped over Naruto's chest.

There was coughing, and a pressure on his chest. He felt his throat getting tight when he breathed. The weight on his chest made it worse. He tried to move, but his shoulder, inches from his neck, was flaming.

He felt the blood gushing and it made him nautious.

Sasuke...Sasuke...Sasuke...Sasuke...where are you?

He knew the raven haired boy-who seemed to cry alot lately-was crying again. He hated the thought of the boy crying over him again.

I was about to forget about you Sasuke...I was going to let myself die...

He would never let Sasuke down like he did all the people in his life. Never. He didn't have the will to lift his head or even open his eyes. Naruto, with the strong will to stay alive, fell uncounsious. Sasuke and Sakura, eyes blurry with scornful tears, hadn't noticed a difference.

Itachi, who was in alot of pain for the dullness had worn off and the emmence agony of hitting his head against the sidewalk started to sink in, he bit his tounge hard-hard-to try and cease any pain.

No use.

He, in red, red vison, slowly lifted himself off the ground where he was feet behind a sobbing sibling. He pushed away that caring big brother vibe-slightly digusted he had it in the first place, but he bent down anyway, picking up the gun that had skid across the concreat. It was chipped. But he could still use it.

I broke it yes you heard me i cant fix it either i tried everything but it dosn't work somtimes i would wonder why but i dont anymore theres no use in trying when its never gunna happen-

never...its like everything in my life. i feel like i could hold it in my hands the warmth seeping through my body i hate it but i love it its so warm and then i relized its all in my head its all a dream you see thats why i hate it i hate dreams...

there not real i dont care mother you said dreams were important like light for a plant i just dont understand and thats why i dont care i dont understand...anything...anymore...not even the fact...that...holding it in my hands isn't real...its broken... all bloody but that dosn't meen it's warm now no i would laugh at the fool who this holds truth blood is never warm its cold now why is it so cold but its my fault... so happy now dark... what i was holding was your heart...its just like i said it used to make me happy but now im sad...

so very...very...sad...

Sakura was still concious enough to see Itachi aim the gun behind Sasuke's back. She glared, but she was at an angel. He could barely see her out of the courner of his eyes. She saw, heart leaping out of her chest, his fingers tighten on the trigger. She slowly inched away out of his veiw and stood up behind him. One...Two...Three...

"SASUKE LOOK OUT!"

Kiba Inuzuka had been quite upset lately.

Shino had-sigh-moved out and he was lonely living by himself. Even Akamaru wasn't the best company anymore. He had been partying alot more than usual now and once again he had a throbbing head ache. That had also been the base of the best friend's fight, and now he felt worse.

He decided it would be best to call Shino, because he needed somone to talk to and Sasuke, that bastard, wasn't home. He wasn't around latley anyway.

But he need an asprin...now. Relizing how empty his apartment was once again, he stepped out the door only to see Hinata standing there in tears.

"...Hinata...-kun..." He said, blushing as the girl threw her arms around his neck. "...what are you..."

For some reason or another, he knew what that long-time-friend was going to say...

"It's Neji-sama!" She said. "He's back in the hosptial and this time I think...well..." She burried her head in his shoulder. He slid his hand to her back in a tight hug.

"It's okay...I'm sure..." But he wasn't sure. That was the problem. "Maby we'll go see Naruto and ask him..." He saw Hinata freeze at the name. "...N-n-Naruto...c-chan...isn't home..."

Could that have anything to do with...

Shikimaru Nara knew Rock Lee was suppose to call him again, but he had been slightly troubled by the way he and his girlfriend Ino Yakamana were acting.

"...Lee...what's wrong?"

"...I can't find Sakura.."

He paused.

"I was going to..."

He shivered.

"Ino? Who are you calling?"
"Sakura...but she's not answering...anymore..."

And then Kiba who had been looking for Sasuke...then Hinata and Naruto...where the hell were they?

Were they okay? Kiba, out of nowhere had a disturbing notion. Were they...still...alive?

Sakura was still holding onto Itachi when the shock had worn off. Was he still concious? Her arms were constricted tightly around his waist and the gun had stopped skidding against Sasuke's bare calf.

The cold touch shocked him slightly, and the tears stopped flowing. His heart was cold again the moment he took his eyes off Naruto's body.

"You..." He hissed, his breath ridged. "...his blood..." Itachi shoved the girl off of him, her head hitting the ground hard. Sasuke looked for any vauge signs of movement, but there were none. Sakura probably wouln't know what happened until either he or Itachi were dead.

Itachi's head was bleeding now and his entire world was spinning violently. He whirled around on shaking feet as he scrambled, stumbled, for his rifel. But he stopped cold as he felt himself in the line of fire.

"Sasuke...remember we're brothers..." He seethed, relaxing his shoulders. Sasuke shook his head. "The aniki I knew...wasn't like this!"

breathe breathe breathe i cant cant catch my breath i cant breath...i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you! I'M SORRY SASUKE! I LOVE YOU!

"YOUR NOT HIM!" And with tears sparkling off his eyes as he squeezed them shut, he fired.

Owari...

"Kakashi-sama!" Iruka hollered. "Kakashi!"

"What is it..." The masked man grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"...Naruto and Sasuke are gone..." He said, looking worried. Kakashi sighed.

"They'll be...fine"

"How do you know!"

"Think about it."

"Kakashi!"

"...think about it. You know Naruto..." He paused. "...and I know Sasuke."

Sakura's head was throbbing to the pulse of her heart. The whole scene around her was blurry as hell and she gripped her head. Her chest was painfully reminded of the digital camera resting on a strap around her neck that she had come in contact with.

She saw the figure she knew to be Sasuke standing by Itachi's form as she sat up wearily. She took another look at Naruto, her heart doing a belly-flop, before she came to stand over Sasuke, and somehow she knew he knew she was there.

"...Is he...dead?" She whispered, in a sighing breath. Sasuke didn't move. He stared at Itachi for a long, long, time. His eyes were fixated, his breathing incredibly shallow and weak.

Suddenly, there was a shudder in the body and the older Uchiha coughed up blood. Sakura gasped.

"...s-so...b-brother...you come to stand over me...as..t-this is..." He coughed, lood trickling down his chin. "The last night I lie beneath the sun?"

Sakura hadn't noticed it before, but as she gazed on Itachi's pale skin, she saw the blood-red sun radiate off him.

She couldn't help feeling sad. It was getting Naruto off her mind.

"...Itachi...why...?" He whispered, crouching almost down to the other. It was like nothing Sakura had seen before. Itachi's head, laying in Sasuke's lap as the younger Uchiha's lap. She could see the regret burning in Sasuke's eyes.

But he had to do it. Naruto was dead because of him.

"...remember...it..." Sasuke's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"...remember what...Itachi..." He spoke with such an emotion that Sakura, nor Sasuke himself could place it.

"...is that really why you became cold...Sasuke-kun? Sasuke aniki?" Sakura heard Sasuke gasp slightly. What? What had happened that Sakura didn't know about it?

"...is it my fault you're such a heart...l-less...bastard? Or is it because of what mother-chan said to you?"

"NO!" Sasuke cried, his voice higher and louder. "Stop it!" Itachi tried to laugh, but her coughed, blood gushing from his wounds. Sasuke didn't move though.

"You're cold because you can't stand it!"

Teeth clentched in pain, Sasuke's tear's dripped onto Itachi's face. The tear shed by Sasuke was the bond they shared as brothers.

"...you can't stand what?" Sakura asked meekly as if she was intruding. It was like Sasuke hadn't even known she was there.

"...Sakura?" He shook his head. "...y-you shouldn't be here!" She tenced her fists.

"Sasuke you have to let people be there for you once in a while!" She said, grasping his shoulder.

"...g-go ahead...Sasuke...tell her...why your so cold all the time...why you've been cold all your life! It's not my fault is it?"
Sasuke twitched.

"Its because mother always said she loved you! She said you always will be loved!"

She didn't understand. Sasuke hated how rediculous the stament said. How could being loved make him said?
"You thought she was the only one who would ever love you! After she was gone, you thought you didn't have anyone!" Sakura didn't understand.

"But you were wrong weren't you Sasuke..."

"Naruto!"

Naruto was barly lifting his head off the ground.

"You were wrong."
Itachi smirked.

"You're right you know...because you forgot somone, Sasuke." The sibling said as he weakened eylids shut.

"Who did I...f-forget Itachi?" His voice cracked and he bit his lower lip as stinging tears dripped down his face.

"You forgot that I...loved you Sasuke...and I always will."

He coughed more blood. Sasuke held him closer. He finally knew the truth.

"One more question, brother..." Sasuke said, looking up to the dying sun. "..why did you k-kill them?"
Itachi smirked, his awful, all knowing smirk.

"...you'll find out...one..day"

"Itachi please tell me!"
But he was gone.

Sasuke didn't move for hours, the silence overpowering the mourning loss. He sat in the same spot, whispering words to the quite other, running his fingers through his hair.

It had been about three hours, and it was time to leave. Naruto put a hand on his shoulder.

"...it's okay Sasuke..."

Sasuke nodded, kissing his brother on the forehead and watching for his eyes to open, but then he remembered they never would again. Sakura was behind them, and she saw Sasuke's expression as he turned to Itachi one last time.

It wasn't hate anymore. It wasn't regret or sadness. It was somthing that gose beyond what she would ever understand. And she knew it. She watched how the red sunlight framed his face and the snowflakes clug in small portions to the raven haired bangs that fell over his forehead. There were still tear-stains, but it looked like he could no longer cry.

The ice has melted, can't you see...

The water running down my face?

She felt her heart leep as she pulled her camera up to her eyes and squinted through the magnifying lense.

She smiled as she heard a 'click'. Thats the one.