Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ To Find Warmth In The Snow ❯ Chapter 3 Guess Who ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Shinosuke 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Chapter 3
Guess who
Sasuke was about to turn to leave again but I stopped him and pulled him towards me. Angry that he’d rejected me so harshly.
I pulled his face towards mine and tried to look deep into his eyes. I wanted to see some emotion, some life…but all that I saw was my own angry and sad reflection.
“What’re you doing?” he asked raising an eyebrow at me and pushing me away.
I didn’t try to stop him again.
The sound of the door closing behind him signified the end of this moment, the end of my chance.
What was I going to do? How was I going to live now in this city? He hated me. He didn’t want me, or love me. How was I supposed to continue going on missions with him.
I realized I was crying and didn’t try to stop myself.
Worse than being alone, being rejected by someone you love.
I’d put my heart on the line…handed it to him…and he crushed it.
I was lying on my floor staring up at the ceiling, the outlines of my sight growing fuzzy from my tears.
Iruka had said being rejected wouldn’t kill me. And maybe it wouldn’t. But it sure hurt like hell.
Somewhere in between then and morning I’d decided I couldn’t stay in Konoha anymore.
I couldn’t face him, or Sakura, or Iruka, or anyone.
There was yet again a knock at my door and this spurred me into motion.
I opened the door and it was Sakura.
“Good morning Naruto! I- hey, wait!”
I’d ran past her ignoring her calls.
I was still crying. I ran through Konoha desperate for some cover, desperate to reach the forest.
I felt the stares, I heard the whispers, and people calling my name to stop me but I refused and merely increased my pace.
I felt a hand reach out and grab my shoulder but I shrugged it off and continued.
I couldn’t stay here.
When finally I’d reached the forest I didn’t stop, but continued running on for a while.
Running and crying…and thinking of him.
After about twenty minutes of straight running my legs gave out and I sat on the ground crying, satisfied that no one would be able to catch up to me for a while.
And that was when I truly thought about what I’d done.
I’d left all of my clothes and my money. Would I ever be able to return there?
Would I ever be able to come back to Konoha?
I couldn’t answer that question and right now, nothing was seriously registering, I felt like I was walking in a fog, like none of this was real.
I was lying on the ground and I fell asleep.
Two days later nothing had changed. Over the last two days I’d been doing only two things, running and crying. I still didn’t understand why it hurt so badly or what exactly I was crying over.
Sometimes I would cry knowing I would never see Konoha again, sometimes because I was cold or hungry, and sometimes because of Sasuke. But my crying over Sasuke was becoming more and more rare.
I’d been running for a long while without any true purpose. All I knew was that I wanted to get away. I felt that if maybe I got far enough away and found some way to forget it wouldn’t be so sad. Maybe my heart wouldn’t ache so much.
I scolded myself the whole way. Why was I being such a big baby about things? Running away like that, since when do I do things like that?
And I’d kept crying, I’d never cried so much in my entire life, why did he have such a huge effect on me?
It was getting late and the sun was setting.
I heard a shuffling sound to my left but I didn’t worry about it.
*Probably some wild animal…*
About five minutes later I heard it again and I put my guard up.
I slowed my pace listening for any sounds.
I still had no idea where I was I could be walking right into another country’s trap.
As I was thinking about the grim possibilities of walking into a trap, a blunt object struck the side of my head. And I only stayed conscious long enough to see the ground come up to meet me.
My eyes blinked open but quickly closed again. I was still so tired; I hadn’t slept in a while.
My mind was awake but my body refused to move.
If my body could talk I’m sure it would have yelled at me for neglecting it. I hadn’t eaten or slept and had been running and then the hit to my head.
That reminded me. Who did that? Even now I could feel the hot sticky blood on the side of my face.
I forced myself to try and become aware of my surroundings.
It was cold, and dry not like the forest that was humid. There was no wind and I couldn’t feel my shirt on my chest.
Actually I wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion. I tried to move my hands but I couldn’t.
Something was pulling on them, something soft and smooth.
I felt the same softness beneath me on my back.
This was extremely strange.
I finally somehow found the strength to open my eyes, the room was dark and fuzzy and that’s when I realized…
*I’m in a room? …*
Finally my eyes began to focus and I glanced around the dark room.
“Awake?” a deep voice asked.
*That voice…sounds familiar…*
“W-Where am I?” I asked my voice so rough it almost sounded inhuman.
“Here, drink this” the voice said and a water bottle was tipped up to my lips. I gratefully drank.
I repeated, “Where am I?”
“Here.” He answered.
“And where is here?” I didn’t get an answer so I decided to ask another question.
“Who are you?” again, no answer.
“Hello?” I asked straining my eyes against the darkness.
And then suddenly the room was flooded with a pale light. I winced and closed my eyes at the sudden change. It wasn’t bright but I was a painful change from straining my eyes in total darkness.
“This will be exactly like I wanted it.” The voice said moving towards me.
He stood by my side but I couldn’t see his face because I was still blinking away those annoying multicolored spots in my vision.
When finally everything came back to normal I gasped.
“S-Sasuke?”
Okay, okay. I got some help from my editor (who is also my seme) it was a long night of help ^.^ and so I didn’t get to finish. But he told me it was better this way anyway. I leave you at a cliffhanger… duh duuh duuuuhhhhhh
I promise that number 4 will be long and really good. Please don’t stop reading just because I’m an evil fanfic author… muhahahaha “I’ve come to devour your livers!!!”
(that’s a direct quote)
Guess who
Sasuke was about to turn to leave again but I stopped him and pulled him towards me. Angry that he’d rejected me so harshly.
I pulled his face towards mine and tried to look deep into his eyes. I wanted to see some emotion, some life…but all that I saw was my own angry and sad reflection.
“What’re you doing?” he asked raising an eyebrow at me and pushing me away.
I didn’t try to stop him again.
The sound of the door closing behind him signified the end of this moment, the end of my chance.
What was I going to do? How was I going to live now in this city? He hated me. He didn’t want me, or love me. How was I supposed to continue going on missions with him.
I realized I was crying and didn’t try to stop myself.
Worse than being alone, being rejected by someone you love.
I’d put my heart on the line…handed it to him…and he crushed it.
I was lying on my floor staring up at the ceiling, the outlines of my sight growing fuzzy from my tears.
Iruka had said being rejected wouldn’t kill me. And maybe it wouldn’t. But it sure hurt like hell.
Somewhere in between then and morning I’d decided I couldn’t stay in Konoha anymore.
I couldn’t face him, or Sakura, or Iruka, or anyone.
There was yet again a knock at my door and this spurred me into motion.
I opened the door and it was Sakura.
“Good morning Naruto! I- hey, wait!”
I’d ran past her ignoring her calls.
I was still crying. I ran through Konoha desperate for some cover, desperate to reach the forest.
I felt the stares, I heard the whispers, and people calling my name to stop me but I refused and merely increased my pace.
I felt a hand reach out and grab my shoulder but I shrugged it off and continued.
I couldn’t stay here.
When finally I’d reached the forest I didn’t stop, but continued running on for a while.
Running and crying…and thinking of him.
After about twenty minutes of straight running my legs gave out and I sat on the ground crying, satisfied that no one would be able to catch up to me for a while.
And that was when I truly thought about what I’d done.
I’d left all of my clothes and my money. Would I ever be able to return there?
Would I ever be able to come back to Konoha?
I couldn’t answer that question and right now, nothing was seriously registering, I felt like I was walking in a fog, like none of this was real.
I was lying on the ground and I fell asleep.
Two days later nothing had changed. Over the last two days I’d been doing only two things, running and crying. I still didn’t understand why it hurt so badly or what exactly I was crying over.
Sometimes I would cry knowing I would never see Konoha again, sometimes because I was cold or hungry, and sometimes because of Sasuke. But my crying over Sasuke was becoming more and more rare.
I’d been running for a long while without any true purpose. All I knew was that I wanted to get away. I felt that if maybe I got far enough away and found some way to forget it wouldn’t be so sad. Maybe my heart wouldn’t ache so much.
I scolded myself the whole way. Why was I being such a big baby about things? Running away like that, since when do I do things like that?
And I’d kept crying, I’d never cried so much in my entire life, why did he have such a huge effect on me?
It was getting late and the sun was setting.
I heard a shuffling sound to my left but I didn’t worry about it.
*Probably some wild animal…*
About five minutes later I heard it again and I put my guard up.
I slowed my pace listening for any sounds.
I still had no idea where I was I could be walking right into another country’s trap.
As I was thinking about the grim possibilities of walking into a trap, a blunt object struck the side of my head. And I only stayed conscious long enough to see the ground come up to meet me.
My eyes blinked open but quickly closed again. I was still so tired; I hadn’t slept in a while.
My mind was awake but my body refused to move.
If my body could talk I’m sure it would have yelled at me for neglecting it. I hadn’t eaten or slept and had been running and then the hit to my head.
That reminded me. Who did that? Even now I could feel the hot sticky blood on the side of my face.
I forced myself to try and become aware of my surroundings.
It was cold, and dry not like the forest that was humid. There was no wind and I couldn’t feel my shirt on my chest.
Actually I wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion. I tried to move my hands but I couldn’t.
Something was pulling on them, something soft and smooth.
I felt the same softness beneath me on my back.
This was extremely strange.
I finally somehow found the strength to open my eyes, the room was dark and fuzzy and that’s when I realized…
*I’m in a room? …*
Finally my eyes began to focus and I glanced around the dark room.
“Awake?” a deep voice asked.
*That voice…sounds familiar…*
“W-Where am I?” I asked my voice so rough it almost sounded inhuman.
“Here, drink this” the voice said and a water bottle was tipped up to my lips. I gratefully drank.
I repeated, “Where am I?”
“Here.” He answered.
“And where is here?” I didn’t get an answer so I decided to ask another question.
“Who are you?” again, no answer.
“Hello?” I asked straining my eyes against the darkness.
And then suddenly the room was flooded with a pale light. I winced and closed my eyes at the sudden change. It wasn’t bright but I was a painful change from straining my eyes in total darkness.
“This will be exactly like I wanted it.” The voice said moving towards me.
He stood by my side but I couldn’t see his face because I was still blinking away those annoying multicolored spots in my vision.
When finally everything came back to normal I gasped.
“S-Sasuke?”
Okay, okay. I got some help from my editor (who is also my seme) it was a long night of help ^.^ and so I didn’t get to finish. But he told me it was better this way anyway. I leave you at a cliffhanger… duh duuh duuuuhhhhhh
I promise that number 4 will be long and really good. Please don’t stop reading just because I’m an evil fanfic author… muhahahaha “I’ve come to devour your livers!!!”
(that’s a direct quote)