A/N: One of the more sadder One Shots. Pretty new, only a few days old.

Rating: K+

Genre: Angst/ Darkshot

WARNING: Charakter Death

"Hey Sakura! Do you see us?!" a male voices asked, sounding like pure happiness was pulsing through his body. "Sasuke! Come over here, Teme!" he ordered. Every time he heard that name it felt like a knife digging deep in his chest. "Yoh Naruto! Watch this out!" "Eeewww! What's that?! Kiba, take that fucking jellyfish away!" a female yelled and the view moved, a sign the female moved. She dropped the camera and went over to the brunet boy, a groan could be heard as she hit him. Just casually the view laid just so a raven youth could be seen, he sat on the beach in his swimming-trunks, starring over the wide sea. The blond male walked over to him, tan legs could be seen clearly. "Why in such a bad mood, bastard? Wanna go and swim a bit?" he asked, kindly, but got only a glare in response. "Fine! Stay here, then! Stupid Teme..." With that he went away and finally the raven turned towards him, longing eyes starring after the blond lad.

You should have told him when you had the chance

Suddenly the view changed, a party at the house they stayed in when the class had their trip. Again the raven could be seen, this time a male spoke. "Wow Uchiha! Looking even blacker than thunder tonight, do ya?" "Fuck you, Inuzuka." the male replied, dryly. Narrowed eyes glared over to the other end of the room and Kiba turned the camera, eyeing just the same thing. "Aaaaah, jealous? I knew you were gay, haha!" Once more the brunet groaned in pain and the view shook for a moment.

You should have taken one of the opportunities you had

Again another location. "Woah! What do you think, Sakura? How high is that tower?" Kiba asked while he filmed the modern skyscraper. "650 feet. We had that at school!" "Dude, don't yell at me! I knew but-" A sudden noise interrupted the brunet and he turned around, towards two fighting ravens. "What the?!" A few people tried to separate the two guys, most of all a blond male. "Sasuke, Sai! Stop! Teme, leave him! Damnit!!!" he yelled and pushed the raven with the longer hair back, standing between the two guys. Their teacher came and glared at the one who started the fight. "What did you think, bastard?! Are you insane?!" Naruto asked, furious. The raven never replied.

You should have been honest once in your life

Now they were in the bus, just reaching the school and going home. "Hey Sakura-chan! Are you and Kiba going to make a videotape? Can I have one, too?" Naruto asked, a smile over his lips. "Of course. Everybody will get a tape!" The blond grinned beautifully. "Sweet! I want the first you who have!" When Naruto walked away the raven stood right behind him, again looking after him with longing eyes, but never following him.

You should have had the guts to say it to him when you could

The screen had no picture then. The light brightened out the dark bedroom, showing the curtains were closet while the only person inside was sitting on the too big bed, back against the wall. The male had sickly pale skin and messy, dark hair, along with wet, tired eyes on a blank face. Next to the pale youth was the remote-control, the only thing beside him on the white blanket. He pushed one bottom and watched how the tape winded back again. He had seen the video endless times by now and every time he heard how Naruto said his name his heart crushed more.

The only spot of light beside the television and the videorecorder was a red, blinking spot on a phone-station. Once more the thing rang, but the raven never stood up for answering it. Not since it happened.

And once more the answerphone switched on.

"Go on someone else's nerves." his own recorded voice said and then the sign for recording could be heard.

"Hey Sasuke, this is Kiba..." A long silence grew inside the room. "We all wondered why you didn't came to the-..." The brunet stopped, trying to calm his trembling voice. "... funeral. We are all worried 'bout you, so... … call back, 'kay?" With that he hanged on.

Sasuke stopped hearing what the others said when it happened and he wasn't able to listen – he didn't know if he ever could again. With an unreadable face he pushed the play-bottom and stared at the screen, more tears rolling from his already red eyes.

Now that he finally had the gut to confess him his feelings it was too late.