From morning until dusk
The sunrise will bring color for the grey clouds,
Because even the lies can do a favor…
To the heart that has forgotten life's colors.

Eye to eye, dust to dust…
Regrets are better left unspoken,
Cheek to cheek, sin to sin…
Distance it's just a small detail when it comes to lusting.

Chapter 7: Lost within fake smiles

You know... when the morning sun has finally regained its place on the sky, and when its strength isn't the greatest, but the most gentle.

The reflection of the sun on the water it's the same, but the water isn't. The shape and the colors are like a perfect amount of splashed paint all over the ocean.

However, the human will barely notice the clouds, the human will observe the rays, the colors that are like the scent of flowers, everywhere in the air, and that are spreading across the whole sky like petals in the tireless wind.

So, the clouds become like white papers, nothing written on them, untouched, but always like the first layer of snow of the winter, perfectly white.

And the rays of the sun it's the paint, which creates, the most spectacular painting, which every single human and creature can see and adore.

But the water is blurry, and like the humans, barely noticing the clouds, even the structure of the sun isn't clear, but the colors are endlessly spreading as they collide along with the waves.

The whole structure it's certainly beautiful, but also, sad.

'Cause you know...the water...the ocean...it's blind.

That's what I thought when I stared into black eyes which seemed to be exactly blind to everything that's around them, the shapes and the rays of colors reflect in his eyes, but he doesn't follows them, it doesn't bothers him, like the black it's absorbing everything inside, judging everything as 'nothing'.

Everything, absolutely everything seems absorbed by the black iris which stares into my blue one, but it doesn't sees and along with everything else around, my reality, my thoughts, words and feelings disappeared, also, absorbed.

The minutes have passed, but none of us has moved one single inch.

I've felt something at my leg, but I didn't looked until I've heard the usual song which Felix sings, but even if there are the usual sounds, if I could name this song which is different from the others, the name of it would be: Worried.

But so I felt when I had to force myself back to reality, to look at Felix and then at Celine who is still just three steps away from the door with her hands crossed at her chest, her posture which could simply be named: Tired.

Just then, I looked in front of me, at a black hair which seemed to be made of feathers of ravens, with pale skin as snow but still, like marble, and with one of his hand in my hands, long slim fingers, and bloodshot black eyes, small red veins painted in the white structure while embracing the black one.

I am still on the couch, and I still feel like I'm the only one who doesn't realize the situation even after whole minutes.

The man before me isn't a ghost, it's the man who left and of which I thought that will never come back to this house, to this room, or to me.

'This is a dream.' I thought, calm, too calm and as I underlined this thought alone, and I even let time pass after so it can settle down.

'It's a dream, isn't it?' I thought for the second time, and this time, I slowly begun to touch his hands, judging if they are really there or not, and then his arm, and finally, with one hand holding his stretched hand and with the other, I touched his cheek, face, lips, eyes which have closed at my touch.

"You're real?"

I asked and with my hand still on his cheek, he covered it with his own free hand and I just stared into bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah." He responded and I sat myself down normally on the couch.

'He came back.' This thought covered the rest of them; the sea of thoughts was covered by just a drop from it. But it was enough.

Like you've just accepted to swim the whole ocean, and all of your fears disappeared when someone told you just before you have to start swimming:

'You won't die if you continue to swim; you won't drown even if you stop.'

It seems impossible to believe it, but that's why I'm so confused, or mostly shocked.

"You came back." I said while looking ahead of me, while he holds my hands and stays in front of the couch staring at me: Worried and tired.

He didn't say a word, and soon enough, I started to yell:

"Where the hell have you been? Why the hell did you left? How old are you? You're not a freaking teenager or a ten year old child! Why the hell didn't you left any explanation? Who the hell do you think you are? ...Who..."

My words have died in my throat, as if when I begun to yell I was on the surface of the water, and now, I'm on the bottom where everything is dark and I no longer can breathe.

Water, no, tears; I felt them on my hand while it took me ten seconds to realize that they are mine.

He just looked at me while I cried and thought:

'You are the only one that came back.' And that thought alone brought me tears, after all, I didn't cried for years, from when I was younger, a brat, a blond brat with just one name, after all, I had no family. They all have abandoned me.

So many questions have formed in my mind with years, but there was no one to answer me.

Questions that now can be answered but just now I realize, I don't care about the answers, I just wish he could promise that he will never leave me again, I don't care about the reason why or with whom, just...

"I'm sorry." He said and he embraced me.

I embraced him back and continued to cry, and after a while, I saw black.

I opened my eyes and I saw the peaceful living room, nothing changed. I think I fell asleep on the couch.

I got up even if it hurt to just open my eyes. I cried so much that I got a headache and a slight fever.

But just then, I looked in front of me to see a sleeping Felix.

One white blanket it's over me and a pain in my chest while my head has also woken up along with me.

'It was just a dream? He ...'

I refused to finish my thought; I got up and ran in his room to see no one, almost completely alarmed until I heard someone talking.

I ran to the kitchen and when I was about to be in sight for the talking humans, I stopped.

'But who is it?'

Just the thought of not knowing scared me, I took one step back and I listened.

With my hands holding the wall until they turned white. And concentrating so much that my head it's spinning, but still, when I heard a voice, everything was numb, and in the same time, everything I was became just a huge ear listening in the complete silence to the voices.

"You have to tell him the truth! He deserves it!" The voice of a woman spoke, rebelled.

"You don't know what you're saying, even if I want to tell him, it's just impossible." A voice of a man replied.

"Then let me tell him. I..." The woman begun again but was cut off.

"No. I told you that I want to do this myself. But not now..." The man spoke again.

"But when? And what will you do if he asks you? You know it's inevitable!" The woman said in an exasperated tone.

"I don't know, believe me, but I just can't..." The man finished and the silence begun.

When the silence embraced the apartment, I realized, it wasn't any stranger, rebelled woman, it is Celine. And how can I forget? The man's voice can't be others but Sasuke's.

In the same time, I've put the blame on myself, or for my ways to lie to myself.

I realized whom the voices belong to, but I just didn't want to stop listening to their conversation.

'What can't you tell me?' I wanted to ask him but it seems that I won't get an answer even if he's here.

I took steps ahead until I entered in the kitchen.

Celine leaning on a counter while he is in front of her, while his back it's facing me.

"Why do you insist so much? He's after all, a stranger..."

The words he said cut deep, and I am right beside him, Celine stared at me with wide eyes, and I think that just then, he realized:

"He's behind me, isn't he?"

Celine nodded and he turned around to look at me.

'He's right, I'm a stranger, I just confuse him with the other people who abandoned me...It's not his fault.'

I thought but I didn't say anything, but after a few seconds, he broke the silence:

"I'm sorry, I just..." He begun but I spoke over him.

"Don't. After all, I really am a stranger so..."

I said and just closed my eyes and then, I opened them again.

Like the sand from an hourglass, the hours have passed, drop by drop, bit by bit. And soon enough, it was night, and I was still on the couch, where I've been the entire day. However, he didn't stood one second in one place, I don't even recall what he has done. I stared at the carpet or at the window, outside, but I didn't said a word, and nor did I moved.

At one certain point though, Felix got up from the couch and from then, I still don't know where she is but the look she gave me before she left was like she was bored of staying and not doing anything.

'I'm more futile, than the cat herself.'

But this has happened just with some hours after when Celine has left, and that has happened in the middle of the day, many hours ago.

The sun slowly disappeared from my view, and then the moon made its appearance.

In my opinion, the moon has always been clearer in the water than the sun, maybe because the stars are the rays of the moon, and the entire color isn't just in one point, the ghostly moon staring back at me with an unchanging expression.

But without me noticing, he was in his chair from the desk, but not with his eyes on the screen of the computer but with his eyes at me, lucky, I realized he was there right when he was about to talk:

"Naruto, I'm sorry, really, and you can ask me anything you want. I promise that I will try my best to answer, and I'll do anything just..."

He said and then he sigh, realizing that I'm the one blind this time, blind like the air when the night comes and when the colors of the rays of the moon, the stars, are the only ones to color the dark. The tiny …almost dying hope.

"I don't have anything to ask you." I said and continued to look at the window.

He just continued to stare at me, I could feel it, and then, he begun to talk again:

"Look, I don't know how to explain this situation, I just ..." and he stopped.

With one hand in his hair, he stared at me. And I realize that I do the same.

He walked to the couch, sat down beside me and then he talked again, in a pleading voice while staring into my eyes:

"Please, anything, you can ask anything you want." He said and I spoke:

"I have one question." I said and he seemed even more attentive as he spoke:

I looked into his eyes that still had small red veins that I guess that they had something to do with the smell of alcohol he had when he came back that when he embraced me, it was impossible not to notice.

"Ask me." He said.

So, I smiled, a small fake smile while I asked him:

"Why did you come back?"

To be continued…

Yeah, very late, I had no review so I got sad and angry in the same time so I couldn't really write so it's way late, but it's here. Hope you liked it. And yes, Naruto is very sad in this one and no, it isn't because I didn't want him to be a spoiled annoying brat and over positive and with a colored language on top of it. It's because when you have been abandoned once then the second time and all; think a little, he can't be positive! So don't be angry at me! The pasts are very important in a story when you begin with it like in the middle of their life…

Anyway, don't expect me to just say it all in one row and explain it, no way! Sorry for the suspense though.

However, I plan on making their bond stronger from now on because now they blame each other for being strangers as you see. I don't forget that they are still not even friends but just affected by their pasts.

If there are any mistakes tell me where to correct them, I have other stories that I need to update and I didn't have much time to correct it…I'm very sorry about it though so I ask for your welcomed help.

So…I will appreciate any word you want to tell me, you opinion or idea counts! So please, I beg for some attention here!

Anyway, no matter if I get reviews or not, I sincerely just hope you like this story, that's all that matters to me.

Thank you.