The Necklace: Epilogue
Summary: It was a joke, that's all it really was. Until it became serious, then everyone was heartbroken. Especially Sasuke. NaruSasu, AU, Yaoi, and enough cusses to feed the starving penguins in Artantica.
Warnings: Yaoi (As in boy X boy), OOC-ness, cross-dressing, cussing (And lots of it), explosive farts, cuddling, OC retards, sucky writing, non-sense, and enough pie to go 'round.
It wasn't that long ago.
At least it seemed.
Sasuke sat down on the bed, swinging his legs. He looked down at his own two feet, watching them move back and forth, back and forth. He sighed, trying to get his mind off of things.
It was two years ago.
So why couldn't he stop crying about it?
He hadn't had him nearly as long as the others.
Yet he liked him more. He was nice, caring, and all that mushy-lovey crap. If he had died with the others, they would've given up on him, moved on. Sasuke just sat there, thinking about Naruto, about the funeral. He went there, every month, replacing old flowers with new ones. Sasuke's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Sasuke asked, realizing that he had tears streaming down his face.
Damn.
He promised himself that he wasn't going to cry, but, nonetheless, he did.
"Sasuke? Are you okay? Can I come in?" An old raspy voice asked.
"Russell, you should be laying down." Sasuke said in a shaky voice, walking over to the door. He opened it, revealing Russell, bald completely now, having a cane, a dress shirt, pants, and suspenders.
"I know, Sasuke." He said, taking in the tears on Sasuke's face.
"Sasuke… he's always with you." Russell reassured him.
"I-I know, but I-I… I want him h-here."
"I know Sasuke, I know." Russell said, shuffling over to the bed in the room. Slowly sitting on the bed, they fell into a silence.
"I-I'm scared." Sasuke said.
"Come now, Sasuke. Sit down." Russell said, patting the bed next to him. The retired jeweler turned to Sasuke as he sat down.
"Now, what are you scared about?"
"…You're not staying with us much longer." Sasuke said. Russell sighed. "And don't tell me you're not, I know. I heard you and Max talking about it." Sasuke had new tears running down his face, a new meaning behind them.
"Why wouldn't you tell me? How long were you going to wait?" Sasuke asked, frustrated.
"Sasuke-"
"Until you had already died?" Sasuke yelled, and then covered his mouth, realizing exactly how that would've sounded.
"I'm sorry." Sasuke was quick to apologize.
"It's okay Sasuke, I know you're upset." Russell placed his hand on Sasuke's shoulder. (A/N: I almost typed that he put his shoulder on Sasuke's hand. Creepy, huh? X3) "It's just that you're still getting over…" Russell trailed off.
"It's okay. I'm not over Naruto yet. I know that." Sasuke said, them falling into another silence.
"They gave me two months to live."
"WHAT?" Sasuke yelled. "You're kidding me! My birthday's in two months… yours is in three! You can live till then! You HAVE too! You can't die on me… not yet…" Sasuke started sobbing.
"Sasuke, this is why we didn't want to tell you." Russell said, listening to Sasuke sobbing "First Naruto and now you, it's too soon, it's too soon…" into his hands. Russell sighed.
"Hang in kid. We'll have to see, we'll have to see…"
"Sasuke, it's okay." Max reassured Sasuke, putting a hand on his shoulder, but, much to Max's (A/N: And my) surprise, Sasuke batted it away.
"This is the worst birthday…" Sasuke continued to sob, people stopping to look at him.
All strangers.
Not again.
Oh, not again.
They looked over, their glances shifting from the televisions to the sobbing boy sitting over to the right, in one of those comfortable yet uncomfortable chairs. Many more arranged in the room, the room was unsettling. The little kids watching the child's television looked at him.
Not a one was crying.
Only Sasuke.
Why was Sasuke always the only one crying?
The nurses behind the counter in the waiting room walked over towards Sasuke, trying to silence the boy's sobbing.
He ignored them all.
How did they know how it felt?
They were just nurses.
A doctor came out of the doors, the doors automatically closing shut behind him. He walked over to the commotion of nurses.
"It's alright." He said, backing the nurses off of the boy. Sasuke looked up at him.
"No… oh no…" Sasuke started shaking his head, more tears starting to fall from his chin, new ones finding old paths. "No, I don't want to know… I don't want to know…" Sasuke starting to cry again.
The doctor met eyes with Max.
"How many years has it been?" The doctor asked quietly.
"Two. He's still not over it." Max whispered back, both of them looking over at the shaking boy, he was so weak.
He didn't deserve any of this.
He really didn't.
"And now I have to break the news…" The man trailed off.
"A second time." Max finished for him. "Sasuke." Max said, trying to get Sasuke to shut up for at least a few seconds.
"W-what?" Sasuke asked, looking over at the doctor. "No…" He whispered.
"I'm sorry to say-"
"NO!" Sasuke screamed out, sobbing even louder. The whole hospital could probably hear him.
The doctor met eyes yet again with Max. They were both thinking the same thing.
The exact same reaction.
"Sasuke…" Max tried to talk to him. Sasuke refused to speak.
It had been two weeks.
Since the funeral, that is.
"Russell wanted me to give you something." Max said, handing it to Sasuke.
"Wha-what?" Sasuke asked, looking at the neatly wrapped box.
"It's… it's your birthday present. I didn't want to give it to you then…" Max trailed off.
Sasuke opened it and gasped.
In it was a single necklace.
Silver and heart shaped.
The tag on the wrapping had read, 'You're not abusive, are you?'
Sasuke held it up, Max gasping at the sight.
They met gazes, both somehow communicating through their eyes.
"Sasuke?" A voice asked. Sasuke turned around to face it.
"…Naruto?"
A/N: There may have been some confusion in the last chapter. So, I wrote an Epilogue. Happy ending, yay! *Does a little dance* Anyways, I was serious when I said I didn't want it to end. Maybe never! But, this is the end. Finale.
~Sasuke Uzumaki 83