2. Sasuke's Return Home
*Sasuke's POV*
"Wow…I haven't seen this place in years, yet it looks no different." I tried to smile and look happy for Naruto, but I was dying on the inside. I wanted the Shinigami to have there way with me. Even though I was thrilled to have finally come out of the closet, and to have my beautiful blonde uke in my arms but I was being tortured by the memories of Konoha. Konoha, the place where I was born, and yet the very place where my soul died.
I shall never forget the day I was walking home from school taking my time wondering around. Soon it got dark and I ran home, thinking Father would be angry. When I got to the alleyway just outside of my house, there were bodies everywhere. The cold, dead bodies of my relatives thrown askew all over the sidewalk. I ran into my front door screaming for my parents. I heard nothing but the sound of my older brother Itachi's voice telling me not to come into my parent's room. I came in anyway, and there they were. My parents. Just as cold and dead as the rest of them. Father's body was draped over Mother…both were lying in a pool of lukewarm blood.
I asked Itachi frantically who in the world had done this. He didn't reply, and yet what he did next was answer enough. He hurled a shuriken at my arm, cutting into it. He told me I was a fool, and the next thing I knew I was caught in his Genjutsu. He showed me the kind face of my mother, the stern face of my father, and then the massacre itself. When I was finally released from his Sharingan, I charged at him. Being only around the age of 8, I of course got nowhere with the attack. Then he informed me on how to obtain his level of Sharingan…killing your closest friend. He told me I wasn't worth killing, and then the very last thing he said to me was that I'd find him again.
I did find Itachi again, and I killed him. However, I was then informed that Itachi was forced to kill our family by the Konoha elders, so I killed my brother for nothing. All these horrible, horrible memories were being forced back to the surface as I walked the streets of my former home. Naruto could sense my discomfort.
"What's wrong Sasuke-Kun?"
"We just passed the Nakano Shrine…in the main hall under the 7th Tatami mat from the far right was an Uchiha-Clan secret meeting place…and nearby is my old house." I struggled to explain. Naruto looked at me with sad, sympathetic eyes.
"I'm sorry. But you never have to go there ever again…your moving in with me." He said taking my hand. I smiled at his touch, and my body shivered with love as he pulled me closer. I was feeling a very odd mixture of depression and bliss as Naruto and I walked hand-in-hand down the empty streets of downtown Konoha. I was a man on a mission. If I was gonna suffer all this pain just to be with Naruto, he was gonna have a baby…It was past time for a new Uchiha and Naruto was gonna help me rebuild the clan. Maybe one day after we have a few kids I'll be strong enough to move back into my parent's house…and back into the old Uchiha neighborhood. I was ready to try and forget all my bad memories, and make better ones to replace them. Naruto was the only key to unlocking such happiness.