Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ 'Til Death Do Us Apart ❯ A True Friend ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Sadness

Disclaimer: No I do not own Naruto. I'm glad I don't. Too much work, but a great anime

Author:Brunettes_are_hotter

 

`Til Death Do Us Apart

 

Naruto had never been one to stay sad. If you were sad, you had to find a way out of it. You couldn't stay like that.

But, he was finding it difficult to recover from this, standing in the small room, totally clean, seeming newly scrubbed.

Sasuke had always kept his room like this. Always clean, tidy.

Everything about them was opposite, even the way they looked. So Naruto often wondered if that was what made them so close. No matter how far away from each other they were, days, months, years later they would see each other again. Never really able to just walk past.

He came back. Naruto nearly dead, Sasuke nearly dead. They beat each other senseless.

He didn't understand, Itachi was dead. Sasuke could just come back to Konoha.

He didn't understand. They would never accept him, never want him back. He couldn't go back.

But he did miss it. The place where he made the best and worse memories of his life. Eventually Naruto beat it into him.

Konoha was home. The place Sasuke really wanted. He was powerful, Itachi was dead. Come home…

He did.

And he was home for awhile.

And then he left…

He would never come back.

The room was dark and clean, like he had always kept it.

It was as if suicide was normal in this house, how it remained unaffected by the death of its owner.

How long did he suffer?

How long did he bleed?

Was it Konoha?

If I had known he'd hate this place so much, I would have let him stay outside… Naruto squeezed the Konoha head band in his hand.

If I hadn't brought him back here, he'd still be alive, he thought. Slowly, the tear streaked down his scarred cheek, the only bright thing in the room.

His legs felt like jell-o as he turned and made his way to the door.

His scent, he could practically taste him in the air. He was waiting, waiting to see Sasuke walk from some corner of the house; half dressed (the way he always was when he was home). Turn the corner, drying his hair with a towel, smirking, asking him why his dumbass was here.

More tears…

Such a horrible pain…

How did people live with this kind of pain?

He had never had a family, the closest thing he had ever had to a brother was Sasuke…

The death of him was…like his heart withering…Every beat seemed to pump this poison that made his veins tingle like needles poking threw them. A pain so deep, but you could take no medicine.

Kyuubi could not heal this pain.

The only pain he had been made to endure.

Painful enough to rip tears from his eyes every few minutes.

“Naruto?” A voice asked, and it seemed to echo, so familiar. He didn't look up, just starred at the head band in his hand. The beautifully carved leaf, a harsh slash threw it.

So long ago.

His claw barely scrapped the headband, he could barely remember. So much more was important at the time.

A pair of slender arms wrapped around him, and all he could do was cry…

Sakura, the only person other than Kakashi who could ever understand. She cried with him, his death so sudden, so out of nowhere.

“I thought he was happy…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not the end