A/N: I know that this idea has been used so much it needs retired, but I wanted to try my hand at it. It's sort of short, but I'm bored and needed something write. I hate a hard time writing it, but I hope you like it anyway. Love you all!
One-Shot #36
Hate
There were things in this world Sasuke hates.
He hates the rain. It reminded him of his mother and how she would crave rain storms like they were oxygen. She would drag his father in the middle of the street or their back yard and make him dance with her. Sasuke decided at a young age that what they were doing was disgusting and didn't want to watch (the way most young children feel when their parents show affection for one another). But he always secretly peeked, watching the way he'd hold her close while they danced in the rain. Now that he is older, he understood it was love making them do it. When he was six, they were just acting weird. It didn't change anything, however. He still hates the rain.
He hates the annoying fan girls that follow him around, constantly batting their eyelashes and wearing way too much makeup. When he was younger, he would run from them. Hiding in trees, bushes, and abandoned buildings became something Sasuke was good at. He could hide like no one else, because he had to. Now that he's older, he's too tired of running. He just wishes they'd all get the hint. He doesn't like them. They have the wrong body parts. They aren't fan boys.
He hates his brother. These reasons go without saying, of course. In everything he hates, Itachi could possibly top the list. He ruined Sasuke's life. Sasuke considered his greatest accomplishment in life his destruction of Itachi. The day his brother died, Sasuke was free. He was happy. Nothing could steal it away now. He'd gotten his revenge, and it felt sweet, sweet as sugar and honey. Life was perfect, now.
Then there was only thing that positioned itself at number one on Sasuke's "List of Things I Hate".
He hates it when Naruto cries. And, he hates the villagers for causing it. When they throw Naruto out of their shops, the blonde brushes it off like it doesn't mean anything. But late at night, when the moon is high and the stars are shining, when he's totally alone in his small apartment, Naruto let's the tears flow. He cries and digs his fingernails into his stomach, cursing the demon he didn't choose to carry. He doesn't know Sasuke knows, of course. And, Sasuke will probably never tell him. But it doesn't stop the raven-haired teen from threatening said shop keepers the next morning. It doesn't stop the last remaining Uchiha from spreading nasty lies and rumors, tainting the shops flawless reputation. Low as it is, Sasuke feels immensely better; silently helping the blonde anyway he can.
Then there was the day Sasuke himself made Naruto cry. That day he still hates. He hates himself for doing what he did. And, when he finally came back, he made damn sure to make it up to Naruto. He made it up the only way he knew how. He let Naruto see him cry, confessing his heart to the blonde idiot he'd loved since before he left.
That night Naruto cried, but for a different reason. His tears were happy, out of love and celebration. Those tears, Sasuke decided, he didn't hate, not at all.
I've re-read it twice, but it still sounds...off. But it's all I had and I wanted to post something tonight. lol. Enjoy it anyway!
Oh, btw, I'm still taking prompt requests from all my favorite reviewers. Have an idea or just a word you want me to run with, let me know. XD
