~ Twenty-One: Hate Is All I Know; Can You Prove Differently? ~
Sasuke watched his friend sleep, dark eyes trained on Naruto's young face as he tossed and turned. Their conversation from earlier came back to him, even when he was thinking about something completely different.
("Sometimes, I start to think that all I'm meant to know is hate," Naruto whispered, his tears dried up from his earlier mourning.)
Sasuke reached out and brushed a strand of Naruto's lengthening blonde hair out of his face, before bending and pressing a light, barely-there kiss against the blonde's lips.
"I won't let hate be all you know, Naruto," he whispered. "I promise."
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~Ashuri