Hate
"Did you ever hate me?" Sasuke and Naruto are sitting opposite one another, playing shoji. They are into their fifties now and the years, though harsh, have been kind. Both men are covered in scars, wrapping around limbs and disappearing beneath clothing, the colour has dulled in Naruto's hair and Sasuke is going grey at the temples, but other than that they are the same as they have always been.
"What do you mean?" Naruto look's up from their game.
"Back then, before the war."
"Which one?" Naruto attempts a joke. "I suppose that doesn't really matter, I never hated you."
"Not even when I tried to kill you all?"
"I hated your actions. Never you." Naruto smiles as he moves one of his pieces. "I knew what you were going through, everything you had ever had you lost, everything you ever believed turned out to be false. People act irrationally in extreme situations. I of all people should know that. A better question would be did you ever hate yourself?"
So how about 662 ae? Holy fuck that was intense. Sobs while repeating 'plot armour, plot armour, plot armour'. And Spiral Zetsu is back, with the Bitch-slapper 3000 (probably running on Yamato power). But F. U. C. K. And there's no chapter next week.