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Naruto brushed his hands over Sasuke's arm, running his thumb over the bulged veins that went from his upper arm to his wrists, splitting off into his stiff fingers. He'd cried for a total of twenty minutes before Itachi suggested cutting his younger brother's hair, since it was getting too long for his liking. The elder was known for his beautiful long hair, not Sasuke; he was the duck butt.

Staring over at his friends open (but dead) eyes, the blond sighed and stood up, grabbing a pair of scissors from one of the drawers in his work desk. He flicked on the bedroom lights and glanced up at the flickering bulb, making a mental note to buy a new pack later. Pulling the raven's wheelchair to the foot of the bed, he sat down and lifted up a long lock of silky black hair. He had washed it beforehand, to get the grease out.

He smiled inwardly. I hope I can cut it right... I wonder who used to do it before? his own stupid question made him laugh to himself, the soft sound bouncing off of the vanilla walls. Focusing on the task at hand, he began cutting away, making sure the hair wasn't trimmed too short. As he shifted Sasuke around to cut the bangs, he thought he saw the male's obsidian orbs move, but brushed it off as a trick of the eye.

"You know, it's been extremely boring without you here," he started talking to Sasuke, hoping he could process the words and remember them when he became normal again. "All of my friends are fun, but... you had this air about you that always made me happy," he laughed, continuing to cut the raven's hair, slivers falling to the floor.

He looked at his work and actually laughed as he realized Sasuke's hair did the duck-butt style all by itself once cut to the right length. He looked up when he saw Itachi enter the room and sit beside him, wearing something other than his Akatsuki cloak for once. He had bags under his eyes, probably from all the years without healthy sleep.

"You did a good job," the weasel commented, his dark eyes trained on the spiky hair. "It looks just like it did nine years ago," a smile was absent from his handsome face, probably because he would never be truly happy until he actually saw his brother stir from the vegetable state he was in.

"Huh, I always thought he used gel to keep it up..." Naruto trailed off, the silence of the room a bit awkward. He swallowed thickly and sat the scissors down on the bed beside him, opposite of Itachi. "Itachi..." he began, wondering about something. "How did you deal with this for nine years? Looking at him like this... I'd probably break down," he admitted to being weak.

Itachi smiled a bit, adjusting the golden band around his thin wrist. "I had Hidan and Majik with me, that's how. It's always good to have someone there for you in moments of need."

The bedroom door was slammed against the wall as Silo entered, his cerulean eyes wide and his breath coming out in short huffs. His clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy from running through the neighborhood during such a windy day.

His eyes fell on Sasuke in the wheelchair and he ran forward, holding his hand out to press it against the man's face. He blinked away his sudden tears, feeling as if he'd cried enough that day, his chest constricting painfully. He bit his bottom lip as he realized that his Otosan was definitely real, in his home, and alive, his breath ghosting through his nostrils and washing over Silo's chilly hand.

"Silo," Naruto called to his son, a huge smile on his face, despite the condition of his friend. "He's not dead," he said. "He's been alive all this time and we didn't know it."

"Otosan..." The crow shifted forward and wrapped his arms around Sasuke's shoulders, pressing his face into the man's neck. He began to cry, even though he knew he was being girly, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't every day that someone suddenly came back from the dead.

Haruka and Majik came into the room a few moments later, Hidan cursing out in the kitchen because Itachi had made him cook everyone dinner for this "joyous occasion". The two boys has basically carried their best friend all the way home because he was a heaping pile of tears and sobs, and when he finally stopped, he saw Sasuke and broke down again.

Majik laughed. "You're such a girl, Little Miss! There's a penis between your legs, isn't there?"

Silo stood up and gave Majik a glare, but it was accompanied by a pout.

"Hey," Naruto cut in. "How about we go into the dining room and get something to eat? It's been a while since we've all been together, so I'm sure Sasuke'd like that..." he stood up and grabbed onto the handles of Sasuke's wheelchair. "Who knows, maybe he'll 'wake up' to the smell of good ol' food," he pushed him out of the room, then glanced back at Haruka and Majik, looking them over. "Wow, you two've grown up..."

Haruka thanked him politely, while Majik looked over at him and snorted.

"Yeah, we've grown up, but nothin' close to how Little Miss has blossomed!" he took Silo's hand and kissed it like a gentleman, his amethyst eyes sparkling. "His beauty rivals that of springtime in Hokkaido."

Silo blushed and snatched his hand back. "I see you've become a bit more mature."

"Nah, Nii-san just gave me a few pills before we got here and I'm pretty drugged up," Majik admitted, staring up at some imaginary object floating in the air, giggling.

Haruka rolled his eyes and squinted, rubbing at them, catching the attention of Silo as they all sat at the dinner table, Hidan cursing to himself and wearing an apron. As everyone knew, he was a naturally cheerful man, but he despised cooking. It was always Itachi that made him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And if it wasn't him, then he just stopped by a fast food place and got a burger.

Silo looked straight at Haruka, actually widening his eyes and letting out a small gasp as the man looked straight at him. "C-Can you see me?"

Haruka let his pink lips twitch upward and he shook his head. "Soon, I will. But at the moment, everything's very unfocused and misty. I can see the blue in your eyes, though," he kept his intense gaze and Silo blushed a bit, his real self showing.

There were three states he was usually in. His normal self, where he was usually shy and innocent; his mid-self, which was when he was in between being Silo and Melee, cocky and wearing girl clothes; and then there was Melee, his sinful side that craved attention and gained it by using his body and beauty.

Naruto grinned foxily, his eyes narrowing into slits, the orbs shimmering with amusement. "Haruka," he crooned. "Is that your way of hitting on my son? I must say, good job."

Silo lowered his head as his entire face glowed bright in embarrassment. Sure, he'd sort of liked Haruka when he was little, but...

Haruka let out a small laugh. "If I were to 'hit on him', it would be in a more romantic setting."

"Ooooooh, a gentleman. I see your papa raised you well," the blond laughed, finally remembering Sasuke, who was sitting in the wheelchair beside him. His happy expression slipped from his face as guilt washed over him. He'd just forgotten about his friend... "Hey, Teme... I know something fun we can do tonight, just you and me. You wanna know what it is?" he gave the raven his trademark grin, his pepsident white smile almost unbearable.

Sasuke remained motionless, his head tilted to the side, black eyes still trained on his lap. His freshly washed and trimmed hair was fluttering back and forth from the breeze coming in through the window behind him, his bangs brushing against his feminine face.

"Hm, well, you'll find out soon enough."

Despite the last few minutes of happiness, Naruto felt as if he could cry again. He wanted nothing more than to hear Sasuke call him Dobe again, to hear his rich chuckle when something amused him, to see his lips lean up into the beautiful smile he rarely showed anyone but his brother, himself, and Silo...

Maybe I'm falling in love with him... he told himself, thinking about it for a while as everyone around him remained quiet, not wanting to disturb his paused speech. He smiled bitterly to himself, catching the eye of his son and Itachi. All of that time with him and I was such a dumb ass, not noticing how he felt at all... I told myself I'd find that special person and kept looking for her... But I didn't realize that that person was right in front of me, hurting inside... Fuck, if I wouldn't have been so stupid... he gritted his teeth. I was so convinced I was straight, but love... has no boundaries, does it?

He shook his head and gave everyone an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I kind off lost myself in space there. Sooo, Hidan, what's there to eat?"

"Boxed garlic potatoes and hamburgers on the skillet," the Akatsuki member replied with a grin.

Itachi frowned in disapproval.

xXxXx

Night had come quickly as everyone chatted about old memories and what had happened in their lives during those nine years without contact. Haruka told the Uzumaki men that Kakashi and Iruka had gotten 'married' and he'd already been accepted into the finest college in Japan; Majik rambled on about being too old to be a virgin; and Itachi and Hidan announced their engagement. Naruto and Silo were surprised to say the least, never having thought the two would... tie the knot. It was strange to see them as a married couple, especially when Hidan had mentioned Itachi was the wife.

Naruto immediately had a mental image of Itachi in a flowery dress making pancakes for his beloved husband as he got ready for work. He blinked rapidly and swore a few of his brain cells had just died.

After their 'circle of sharing', Silo, Haruka, and Majik had retreated to the crow's bedroom, Itachi and Hidan had gone out to the store to get some of the every day products they used, and Naruto and Sasuke were in the living room, the TV screen glowing blue since the movie had just ended. The blond had hoped Sasuke would've somehow suddenly recovered completely because of the rush of memories from their film. But he realized how stupid he'd been for thinking that.

Sasuke was slumped on the couch, his arms limp at his sides, head drooping down, and his mouth slack. Beside him, Naruto just stared, his own cerulean eyes reflecting the dark shade of blue from the television. He turned to Sasuke, his eyes already moist. He was known to be a strong person, always smiling or laughing during any situation... but right now, he was so weak that he thought if he were to be touched, he'd fall to pieces and scatter on the floor.

The blond reached out and tugged on Sasuke's shoulders, pulling him against him and embracing him, just like the day he'd thought the man had died.

Closing his eyes, he tried to absorb the warmth.

xXxXx

Majik ran around the spacious room, looking through every book he found, gazing at every picture lying about, and smelling any odd item he could get his hands on. As he did this, Haruka and Silo sat on the crow's bed, talking about random things. It was hard to find something good to talk about when the other had no clue what you were rambling on about. That was the bad thing about living in different countries and never calling each other.

After a few minutes, and Silo didn't know how, but they'd gone onto the topic of boyfriends and girlfriend. Majik became interested quick and flew onto the bed, his back slamming into the wall. He slid down and grinned at Haruka's blank face and Silo's shocked and worried expression.

"A-are you ok, Majik?" the black-haired teenager asked, hoping his friend hadn't hurt himself. Though, because he hadn't taken his medicine yet, he wondered more about the state of his poor wall. He internally shrugged, knowing the medicine wouldn't have done anything for him anyway. He'd just have to wait for the doctor appointment tomorrow morning.

"Of course! Pft, like a wall could hurt me," Majik flopped forward and stretched out across Silo's lap, pawing at his thigh like a purring cat and wriggling his hips around to get comfortable. Even though Haruka was still basically blind, he could see the blur that was his annoying friend covering Silo's lap.

He frowned.

"I would appreciate it if you kept yourself from molesting Silo," he stated.

Majik rolled off and snuggled against Haruka instead. "Fine, I'll molest ya instead. Sheesh, I thought you said I wasn't good in bed, Haru-ru!"

Silo's face flushed a cherry red and he averted his eyes. "You two...?"

"Never," Haruka gritted out, his true self finally shining through. He was always polite with company and his father's friends, but when it came to his true friends, he wasn't afraid to act like this. He was glad he could finally get away from everyone so he could take his frustrations out on Majik. He punched the boy on the back of the head and violently shoved him off the bed.

Silo squeaked.

Majik sat up and glared at Haruka, the look very similar to Itachi's. Of course, the older Uchiha had probably trained him in the art of being an Uchiha. He'd failed personality-wise, but in the talent department, he'd graduated with flying colors.

"So!" Majik started loudly, climbing back onto the ruffled bed. "About lovers and sex!"

"Keep your voice down," Haruka criticized.

Majik ignored him and huddled close to Silo, eyes wide, a huge smile plastered on his peach-colored face. "Oi, Little Miss. Do you have a boyfriend? You're too beautiful and sweet not to have one," he smiled, his first real one that entire day. "I'm sure they love you a lot. If I were your boyfriend, I'd treat ya like the most precious porcelain doll."

Silo blushed prettily and shook his head, his neck-length onyx hair brushing against his jaw. "I don't... have a boyfriend. I've never been too interested in dating, but... my friend Othello forced me on a few blind dates once. Though... no one stayed with me for long," his tone was a bit sad once he finished up.

"Why not?.!" Majik cried.

"My condition... I thought it would be rude of me to keep it from them. After all, honesty is good in a relationship..." Silo replied, looking down at his lap.

"Condition?" Haruka spoke up. Was he sick?

The Uzumaki child knew he would've had to tell them sooner or later, so he shifted on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest. Sometimes when his therapist made him share his disease with others, he would pull his knees to his chest or keep his hands in front of him, doing something. He'd use any appendage to keep a small distance between himself and the other person he was telling, feeling as if that small action could keep him safe from rejection.

"Promise you won't call me... a freak or something?" Silo asked them, nervous. When they both nodded, he bit his bottom lip and quickly slid off of the bed, hurrying over to the closet and slowing pulling the sliding doors open. He pushed aside his normal everyday clothes and stepped aside, showing them the dresses, high heel shoes, make-up, and wigs.

There was silence.

"Why would I call you a freak for that? I think it's hot, Little Miss," Majik grinned.

Silo pouted and grabbed a few papers off of the top rack, carrying them over to the both of them so they could read them. He'd made many copies, mainly because when he was Melee, he'd get angry and deny having an illness, burning the papers with either or a lighter or tossing them in the fireplace.

"It started out with Post Traumatic..." he added slowly as he saw their faces while they read. "I suppose... that night affected me more than I would've liked. I just wanted to forget, but I was never able to... I still can't."

Haruka sat the papers down on his lap and looked at the outline of whom he considered his best friend, even with him being absent all these years. Did Silo get treated differently because he had this disorder?

"You have... split personalities?" Majik glanced over at Silo. "And judgin' by the dresses..."

"It's a female personality," Silo stated, quite embarrassed. "Her name's Melee... you know, like the Mario game," he gave them a small smile. "She appeared on my tenth birthday. I guess another birthday without Otosan just upset me too much..." he sighed. "And she's sort of the embodiment of my... seven sins?" he didn't really know how to put it. "She's everything you hate in a person and she's the reason I don't have a boyfriend. Though, she's also the reason why... I'm no longer a virgin."

"...Did you even know who it was with?" Majik was dumbfounded, actually shocked stupid.

Silo shook his head. "Back then, I couldn't remember anything that happened when Melee decided to take over. I just remember waking up sore with blood and...semen caked onto my skin. I was twelve then..."

"You were fuckin' twelve?!" Majik shouted, not giving Haruka anytime to voice his anger and shock. "You were raped when ya were that young?!"

With all of the yelling, Silo felt his eyes water. He hated when people yelled around him because the loudness make him hear the gunshots again.

"I-It wasn't exactly rape..." he whispered, looking down at the floor. He could hear someone get up from the bed and let his eyes flutter close, tears threatening to slip down his peach cheeks. "I'm sure-- I'm sure I was willing..." his voice trailed off and warm arms enveloped him, comforting him. He hadn't had much of a problem with his disorder before, but trying to explain it to his best friends made him feel so inferior, small, and different.

Haruka kept Silo against his chest, running his fingers through silky black hair in a comforting manner. Majik was still sitting on the bed, dumbstruck, trying to process everything. His sweet Little Miss was mentally ill... and he'd been raped at the age of twelve. The sudden attack of Oto that night nine years ago had opened a portal of hell for the teenager.

"It's alright," Haruka whispered, remembering when he had to soothe his friend the night of Sasuke's 'death'. He held the crying boy and ran his other hand down the small of his back, rubbing soothing circles. His father had taught him that that was a good way to calm someone down. "Don't think that we'll think any less of you. You can't help the fact that you're sick... But I promise you that I'll help you get better. The best medicine is support from friends and family."

Majik heard those words and realized that Silo did indeed need as much support as he could get. He got up and settled with ruffling his friends hair, not wanting to steal away the small body from Haruka. He looked comfortable in the strong male's arms, anyway.

"Yeah, we're gonna support ya all the way until you're back to normal, Little Miss. If we didn't, what kind of friends would we be, huh?"

Silo smiled against Haruka's chest, thankful that he was allowed some good in his horrible life.

xXxXx

A few minutes before, Naruto had heard a loud bang in Silo's room, but shook it off as Majik being stupid. His arms were still firmly around the raven's motionless body, the television screen still a boring blue. He began talking, hoping that Sasuke could hear him.

"Did you know that Silo's sick?" he asked. "It started the night you were shot... he became depressed, never talked, and refused to leave the house except for school. But then he began to have constant nightmares and hallucinations of that night, even three years after the incident... I took him to see a psychologist and she said that he suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I thought that he'd get better after a while, but a year later, it just got horribly worse," his eye were dry, but he knew he'd eventually begin to cry. It was hard not to with everything that had gone on that day.

Breathing in deeply, he continued. "His personality would suddenly change and he'd go from being his sweet self to... to a vulgar child. He would curse, steal, hit, and then I found out he snuck out at night. I went looking for him one time and... found him having sex with a few men behind a grocery store. I didn't know what was going on, so I took him back to see the psychologist and they diagnosed him with a different disorder; Multiple Personality Syndrome. He had what was like a completely different person living inside of his mind, with its own thoughts, its own beliefs, even its own identity."

He coughed, trying to disguise the sob. Even with Sasuke in this state, he didn't want him to see him so weak and defenseless.

"I try caring for him like I usually do, but no matter what I do... Melee still shows up and I can't do anything to stop her. If I try to get forceful, I become scared, thinking that I'll hurt Silo. Sasuke-Teme... I-I don't know what to do. I've had to deal with this for years and it's been really hard. I-It would be so much easier if you were here, helping me..."

There was a shifting sound and Naruto's bright blue eyes widened, a single tear slipping from his right eyes, stopping half way down his defined cheek. He watched numbly as Sasuke's foot twitched, the bare toes wiggling, right before the blond felt the blinking of eyes against his bare arm. Heart beating wildly, he pushed Sasuke from his body, his head still lolled to the side, black choppy bangs covering his face. Pink lips barely moved, but Naruto definitely saw them part.

He brushed bangs out of a handsome face and burst out into a heartfelt smile, tears streaming down his face without him knowing. Sasuke's dark eyes were trained on him, eyelids slowly lowering, then lifting themselves, long lashes caressing the pale cheeks. His breath was calm, a pink tongue darting out to lick dry, chapped lips.

Naruto broke down and cried, but his sobs soon turned to laughter as he felt Sasuke's warm fingers trace over his whisker-like marks.

"Nine years... o-of dreaming of your smile..." Sasuke's voice was raspy from years of not being used. "And when I f-finally wake up, you're crying. Can't y-you do anything right, Dobe?"

The blond almost let out a wail of happiness as he heard the nickname, shoving Sasuke back onto the couch cushions with the force of his hug. He sobbed openly, nine years spent with pent up tears and frustrations. He realized then that he indeed felt more for the Uchiha than any other woman he'd been with or tried to be with. He clutched the man to him and breathed in his scent, hating how he smelled of the hospital, but catching the scent of rosewood.

He'd started life over and now was Sasuke, and he was going to start it right.

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