"I will destroy you and not only for me and Sasuke, but also for Gaara!"
This was friendship. This was love. Although he and Naruto had already met and I deluded myself for years that if it wasn't for Jiraiya's timely intervention, I would certainly have had bad news, Naruto became sparkling driven by these true and absolute feelings.
I was the only one who realized that, that day with Jiraiya, there would never be bad news anyway. I never said it, I could not, I would have lost all my dearest affections to defend one. They didn't deserve it.
But it's the truth, he didn't want to.
He didn't move a single muscle, didn't bat an eye. The wind moved only slightly the raven locks that framed his gaze.
Did love and friendship exist for me? The contrasts punched me inside coming and going like the waves of a stormy sea.
Of course, idiot! Look at these two guys next to you.
I shook my head, the gag and forehead protector now drenched in sweat. It had a pungent smell of ammonia, I've never had it before, it was just the water of despair. My legs were shaking and I hoped it wouldn't show from the outside.
"Be careful, that's not the basic Sharingan. He slaughtered his entire clan in one night." Chiyo warned us.
A tangle of thorns wrapped around my heart squeezing blood from every side. They would always remember him for that alone. But I, on the other hand, had seen what had happened when he was a boy, I knew the wonderful person that he was. I never told anyone. Three years ago he had chosen not to kill me. He had decided to save Naruto but no one would ever notice that. His heart had never died or even been anesthetized. I clearly felt my eyes change expression assuming one completely destroyed, I had to turn my back on them so they wouldn't notice.
"Naruto, I'll take care of him," I said.
What hurt me the most was why I had said that sentence. The real one that was hidden under the equally real will to protect them using my Sharingan.
The true one.
What I was not entitled to. I felt like a monster just thinking about it.
He still didn't move, the wind got a little stronger continuing to play with his hair. It was devastating, if beauty can be compared to such an adjective. The enchantment of splendid red eyes caressed by waves of black silk. I swallowed with a dry throat unable to move or speak, I didn't have the faintest idea of how to break that paralysis.
"It's time for you to come with me, Naruto."
Every single cell of him had the power to become terribly mesmerizing. His voice, the right hand emerging from the sleeve of the cloak so elegant and with the nails impeccably colored in purple, the ring with the red stone. A deadly angel. But he had been forced to become one, the creature full of love and affection I had known had not disappeared, I still saw her and certainly not thanks to the Sharingan.
I finally managed to move immediately after, the punch I charged against him had the sole purpose of demonstrating to my boys that I would never betray them for the world. I knew that move could never do anything against him, I didn't even use the maximum of my strength by jumping on him.
I didn't want to hit him like he didn't want to catch Naruto.
In fact, it was enough for him to raise one hand to grab mine and stop me. His touch was unexpectedly soft, his white skin incredibly velvety. With my breath cut off, I couldn't take his eyes off of him, I was nothing but a miserable fragment of iron attracted by a very powerful magnet. Yet I knew how lethal that magnificent gaze could be.
The images around us suffered a slight distortion lasting a few fractions of a second, the sounds altered to immediately become normal too. Naruto, Sakura and Chiyo had vanished from our world.
He noticed my brief look for them: "Now Naruto is trapped in his worst nightmares, generated only by himself. He will be able to get out if a friend touches him."
"And us?"
"You decide whether to transform what you have around you into a beautiful dream or a terrible nightmare."
"There is nothing true, then?"
"It's up to you to make it real, Kakashi."