Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Tomorrow That Never Comes ❯ Prologue: Into the Night ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 957 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 957 | Status: Completed
Tomorrow That Never Comes
Warning: This will probably be angsty and dark, but there will be a happy ending and I am a descriptive writer so there will be explicit details including violence, lemon, etc. You have been warned. Flames will be laughed at.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any original characters created.
I am not by any means a kind person or even remotely generous, but apparently ninety percent of Konoha's population believes otherwise. They know nothing. I will abandon them. I am selfish and I will do whatever I must to get myself to where I need to be. If that means that I must commit treason against them then so be it. I have no intention of allowing them to dictate my life or my future. I am an Uchiha, the last Uchiha and I will let no one tell me how to live.
This night is frigid, rain pelting like beaded ice against my pale skin, but I refuse to shiver. I pull the dark cloak closer around me, enshrouding myself within the depths of the vast, obsidian material. I breath in deeply, the frozen air stinging my lungs. I don't mind the feeling. I catapult my body over rooftops until I land gracefully upon the one I had intended. It belongs to him. I know this because I have spent many nights here watching him in the silence of night. He does not know that I have done this so many times before and he does not know that I am here at this moment. I mask my chakra very carefully, insuring he cannot sense my presence until I wish it. I smile as I peer through one old window, the glass pane not quite clear anymore after years of being subjected to the harsh weather. My smile would seem rare to anyone who sees me, but it is not, in all reality when I am watching my obsession.
Tonight, though, I am not here just to look at him. I watch him as he prepares for bed, the brilliance of his golden hair in the low light catches my breath and the grace that he has no idea that he possesses forces me to swallow. I stare, the rain sliding over my skin and causing me to blink. I curse it for making me miss moments that my eyes could be on him. I lick the chilled water from my blue-tinted lips and move with utter silence to his door, slipping in without his knowledge.
I stand, looming, in the doorway, awaiting his notice. I settle my sights upon him, his muscles working as I watch him move through another kata before bed. I find the smile back on my lips before I can repress it. A droplet of rain falls from my cloak and in the near dead of the quiet in the house, he knows I am here. I allow my chakra to seep through me and he does not falter in his precise movements. My smile broadens as I notice this. He's getting better at surprising me. I become enraptured in watching him, so much so that I nearly flinch when his voice reaches my ears.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, annoyance and confusion clear through his tone. I nearly allow a chuckle to pass between my lips, but quickly cover it with the noise of removing my cloak.
“I'm leaving tonight.” I say simply, throwing the black material of my cloak over a rickety chair in front of his antique desk. I look at him nonchalantly, arrogantly, knowing I am already trying his patience. His body glistens with a sheen of moisture as he finishes his exercises for the evening and I wait, my mouth dry.
“Where?” He asks, his voice low and husky. He already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to hear me say it. I lick my now dry lips and breathe a deep sigh before moving closer to him.
“Towards Mist to find him.” I reply, knowing that he will know who it is I speak of. He shakes his head minutely.
“Do you think it's wise?” He's asking as if he would never be so foolish. I do chuckle at that because I know better. It occurs to me suddenly, abruptly that we are far too young for this tension held between us. Just barely breaching our thirteenth year and we speak to each other like adults. Gone is the mask of a playful student from his face as he stares into my eyes, the beauty of his own cerulean orbs not escaping my notice. It's odd that he is so different when we're alone. I break the stare and glance to the rain outside.
“Does it matter?” I ask back, refusing to actually answer him. We both know that it is suicide. He chuckles darkly.
“And I am the idiot.” He says with sarcasm before continuing, “I won't follow you.” He finishes with complete finality in his voice and I know he tells me the truth. I nod and move close enough to touch him. I reach for him, pulling him to me. I press our chests together, mine cold against his, and cover his lips with my own without thought. This is my goodbye. His eyes close without his knowledge and mine are quick to follow. It is a promise, a vow that we are making now. His hands don't tangle in my hair or my shirt and he does not push me from him. His lips, however do respond to mine with gentle pressure. He tastes of cinnamon. I break the kiss.
I am gone before his eyes open, nothing but the clear puddle beneath the rickety chair left in my wake. I do not look back.
Ever.
TBC....?
Warning: This will probably be angsty and dark, but there will be a happy ending and I am a descriptive writer so there will be explicit details including violence, lemon, etc. You have been warned. Flames will be laughed at.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any original characters created.
“I'm a frosted lemon coward And I don't know howNo, I don't know to hold you Without shakingNo, I'm not aware of how I could possibly love you Without aching”
- 'This is Everything' by Tegan and Sara
Prologue: Into the Night- 'This is Everything' by Tegan and Sara
I am not by any means a kind person or even remotely generous, but apparently ninety percent of Konoha's population believes otherwise. They know nothing. I will abandon them. I am selfish and I will do whatever I must to get myself to where I need to be. If that means that I must commit treason against them then so be it. I have no intention of allowing them to dictate my life or my future. I am an Uchiha, the last Uchiha and I will let no one tell me how to live.
This night is frigid, rain pelting like beaded ice against my pale skin, but I refuse to shiver. I pull the dark cloak closer around me, enshrouding myself within the depths of the vast, obsidian material. I breath in deeply, the frozen air stinging my lungs. I don't mind the feeling. I catapult my body over rooftops until I land gracefully upon the one I had intended. It belongs to him. I know this because I have spent many nights here watching him in the silence of night. He does not know that I have done this so many times before and he does not know that I am here at this moment. I mask my chakra very carefully, insuring he cannot sense my presence until I wish it. I smile as I peer through one old window, the glass pane not quite clear anymore after years of being subjected to the harsh weather. My smile would seem rare to anyone who sees me, but it is not, in all reality when I am watching my obsession.
Tonight, though, I am not here just to look at him. I watch him as he prepares for bed, the brilliance of his golden hair in the low light catches my breath and the grace that he has no idea that he possesses forces me to swallow. I stare, the rain sliding over my skin and causing me to blink. I curse it for making me miss moments that my eyes could be on him. I lick the chilled water from my blue-tinted lips and move with utter silence to his door, slipping in without his knowledge.
I stand, looming, in the doorway, awaiting his notice. I settle my sights upon him, his muscles working as I watch him move through another kata before bed. I find the smile back on my lips before I can repress it. A droplet of rain falls from my cloak and in the near dead of the quiet in the house, he knows I am here. I allow my chakra to seep through me and he does not falter in his precise movements. My smile broadens as I notice this. He's getting better at surprising me. I become enraptured in watching him, so much so that I nearly flinch when his voice reaches my ears.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, annoyance and confusion clear through his tone. I nearly allow a chuckle to pass between my lips, but quickly cover it with the noise of removing my cloak.
“I'm leaving tonight.” I say simply, throwing the black material of my cloak over a rickety chair in front of his antique desk. I look at him nonchalantly, arrogantly, knowing I am already trying his patience. His body glistens with a sheen of moisture as he finishes his exercises for the evening and I wait, my mouth dry.
“Where?” He asks, his voice low and husky. He already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to hear me say it. I lick my now dry lips and breathe a deep sigh before moving closer to him.
“Towards Mist to find him.” I reply, knowing that he will know who it is I speak of. He shakes his head minutely.
“Do you think it's wise?” He's asking as if he would never be so foolish. I do chuckle at that because I know better. It occurs to me suddenly, abruptly that we are far too young for this tension held between us. Just barely breaching our thirteenth year and we speak to each other like adults. Gone is the mask of a playful student from his face as he stares into my eyes, the beauty of his own cerulean orbs not escaping my notice. It's odd that he is so different when we're alone. I break the stare and glance to the rain outside.
“Does it matter?” I ask back, refusing to actually answer him. We both know that it is suicide. He chuckles darkly.
“And I am the idiot.” He says with sarcasm before continuing, “I won't follow you.” He finishes with complete finality in his voice and I know he tells me the truth. I nod and move close enough to touch him. I reach for him, pulling him to me. I press our chests together, mine cold against his, and cover his lips with my own without thought. This is my goodbye. His eyes close without his knowledge and mine are quick to follow. It is a promise, a vow that we are making now. His hands don't tangle in my hair or my shirt and he does not push me from him. His lips, however do respond to mine with gentle pressure. He tastes of cinnamon. I break the kiss.
I am gone before his eyes open, nothing but the clear puddle beneath the rickety chair left in my wake. I do not look back.
Ever.
TBC....?