His Someone Special

A/N: Hello everyone. I am back from the grave with a ridiculously late update to this fic. I am so sorry about my absence. I've had a lot to do this year - family issues, health issues, issues with marks, I'm sure you guys know what I mean. Anyway, I'm back home to ff-land:) I hope you forgive me and continue following/reviewing this fic.

As for the actual content of this upload, we delve into Sasuke's thought's a little bit more - mainly his homosexuality. And he's got a long way to go too before he finally gets together with someone. Don't worry, Sasuke, it'll be all the sweeter when you do.

Eventually, however, Naruto and Sakura retired to their home in the city and I to my bedroom.

I undressed slowly. Meticulously folding my clothes and placing them in their respective places, I allowed myself to focus only on the task at hand and nothing else. However, there's only so much time you can spend folding a shirt to absolute perfection before you just start messing it up, even as an Uchiha.

I lied down, on my side, facing the sliding screen doors and willed myself to sleep.

Evidently, I wasn't willing hard enough.

I flipped onto my back and scowled at the ceiling, frustrated with myself. I threw my hands over my eyes and pressed down as hard as I could. It's not such a big deal that I couldn't go to sleep (Sakura had all but officially diagnosed me as insomniatic) but I was going to go mad if I kept following my current train of thought.

I couldn't get Naruto's look out of my mind. Ever since I saw those soft blue eyes and the gentleness behind them, there's been this foreign thing: thisraging need taking over my thoughts that I've never felt before. For some reason, my mind had decided that I wanted to look at and be looked at with that gaze (but not his in particular - that's just disturbing ), badly enough that I could actually feel my head start to pound with emotion because I didn't have anyone to satisfy that desire.

It's been a while since I've felt this mortified with my own thoughts.

Although there wasn't anyone around to judge me for it, I, Sasuke Uchiha refuse to grovel like this because I didn't have someone to make googly eyes with. I tried to wait it out but after an hour I could still feel my skin crawl with shame and that same damn feeling.

I snapped out of bed and stormed off to the kitchen. I pushed down two sleeping pills with a glass of icy water and returned to bed. Soon after, I could feel the drugs seep into my subconscious coaxing me to submit to the calmness it brought.

But when was I ever submissive?

Eventually the chemicals gave up and I was once again left with my own thoughts and a new uncomfortable sensation in my gut.

I wondered if maybe Sakura was right.

Maybe it was time I got together with someone and settle down. I mean, I wasn't getting any younger and the damned clan wasn't going to revive itself.

But then why did that sound so... ridiculous?

As I suddenly tried picturing myself with a homely-looking brunette raising a black-haired mini-me in the old Uchiha estate, I ended up having to stifle a snort.

Yeah. Extremely ridiculous.

I turned over to lie on my back and stare at the ceiling as if I could figure what exact part of that mental image was so ridiculous, in the paint design.

Well, there were a lot of things weird about that scene that were undesirable, once I got down to it.

Having a girlfriend meant having to interact with a girl who wasn't like my make-shift sister on a regular basis (along with her parents and siblings too). She would repeatedly try to grope me, and would expect me to reciprocate. I would have to have sex with her on multiple occasions for her to conceive and then spend my subsequent years doing the exact same thing - but without the purpose of procreating more Uchihas.

Ew.

That's almost as disturbing as being with the dobe.

At least the dobe's become eye candy these days.

I felt my eyebrows shoot up to my hairline and my hand involuntarily raise itself to cover my mouth as soon as I had completed my thought.

Had I just... sexually objectified Naruto?!

I lowered my hand to my chest and sighed deeply.

I knew I wasn't interested in Naruto, so what the hell was that?

I conjured up a few memories of Naruto doing an assortment of activities and played them over again. As expected, I experienced no heart-felt tugs, or over-whelming urges to be near him or anything like that. It was just Naruto being Naruto.

And Naruto's body just happened to be attractive.

I know I should be more disturbed by that realization, but in all honesty, that was definitely not the first time I had ever thought Naruto was attractive.

A little on the stouter side, but I could appreciate my best friend's superb muscle definition.

However, I felt my nose scrunch up in distaste the more I thought about it. Naruto was married for God's sake.

My face contorted even more as I remembered that Naruto was really too short for my liking - he reached my nose on a good day - and far too boisterous. Not to mention how he was always moving and flailing about like a useless fish or something. How Sakura could stand living with him, I have no idea.

I paused for a moment and thought.

As she had aged, Sakura's movements had become more precise and clean, - a huge contrast to her husband in fact.

I like the way Sakura moves a lot more but it's still too rigid, robotic.

Not to mention how her soft, small figure and perky breasts did absolutely nothing for me.

(Naruto frequently laments how much he's going to miss Sakura's enormous pregnancy breasts after she delivers their child, but I for one have no idea why the decreasing size of the bags of fat upon her chest was a cause for despair especially when their only actual purpose was to provide milk for their offspring. Naruto had spouted some 'Icha Icha' inspired bull shit about them and how attractive it apparently was to watch them bounce as she ran or something, but it made no sense at all to me. In fact, if I was a female ninja, I would probably do everything in my power to reduce their size to maximize aero-dynamic efficiency.)

Realizing that the option of sleep was no longer an option at this point, I decided to go through the large list of people I had every met and mentally catalogue who I might actually consider attractive or pursuable.

Although the number was daunting at first, as soon as I eliminated people with boobs and dead people, the number was actually depressingly small.

Then there was the matter of availability.

Even though I know for a fact that Naruto and Sakura would be all too happy if I approached them one day and said that I wanted to fuck them in a three-way, I feel uncomfortable with the idea of having to share my lover.

Most everyone from the original Rookie 9, was already hitched. Shikamaru with Gaara's sister, obviously (I could smell their UST* all the way from Orochimaru's lab) and Naruto with Sakura. I saw Shiho or whatever with that Hyuuga girl too many for them to be 'j-just friends' like she said they were.

Kiba was more animal than human so I didn't even bother including him.

Then there was Lee and his team. Well, what's left of it. Neji was killed in the War and Tenten never really got over that. Ino tells me that she's dating another Hyuuga. Lee himself was in Suna too often for me to even remember if he was in a relationship.

*UST = Unresolved Sexual Tension