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Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve decided to make this a drabble series instead of just a oneshot. So, each chapter will be a separate oneshot revolving around Sasuke and Naruto. I don’t know how often I’ll update this…It’s more like, when I get an idea and write it down and like it, I’ll put it up here, okay? So, that’s the deal. I’ve been wanting to do some drabbles for awhile, so now I can…hope you enjoy it all! Oh, and I know the drabble title is so lame! I couldn’t think of anything!!

For this story: I have no idea where this came from, but I wrote it. Hope you all enjoy. It’s a oneshot, so there’s nothing else to it. Oh, and hopefully you can tell it’s sasunaru… my point was to not make it obvious, but obvious still at the same time…if that makes sense.

Under the Rain

I saw him for the first time after five years.

It was a complete accident that he happened to be there when I walked inside. I could feel his presence long before I even saw him. My heart reacted to him immediately, pounding erratically in my chest. I had to force the ache away. It was impossible for him to be there. But yet, as I sat down at my usual table, I saw him. He looked exactly as he had the day he had left. Seated alone in the corner of the small café, he stared off into space, not acknowledging anyone or anything around him. My heart constricted. Did he not feel my presence the way I had felt his? Even after five years I could not be completely lost of his memory. Everything about him still held on in my heart, in my mind. Had he moved on so far that I was nothing but a part of his past?

It was to be expected, I knew that. He was the one that had left after all. But yet, I did not want to believe that he had not felt any grief or sorrow during our time apart. I had spent too long in the darkest depths of my mind, never surfacing, becoming an empty shell that felt nothing, heard nothing, understood nothing, saw nothing. He had affected me so much. Could he not have been affected himself at all?

A single teardrop fell from my eyes and splattered on my hand. I had not realized I had been crying. I had gone so long without shedding tears; I did not want to reawaken that part of me I had tried so hard to shut and keep locked. But the emotions would not stop; the tears continued coming; falling slowly down my cheeks. All this just because he was here again. Just because he was sitting a few tables away. Why? Why did I have to be so weak? Why was it so hard to face him after all these years? I should be happy; happy to see him, to see he’s well. But the tears will not stop falling.

Suddenly, a shadow looms over me and I freeze as his familiar presence is right beside me. I cannot look up. I know that if I do, the tears would never stop. I cannot see his face. I cannot face him knowing that he must have moved on. While I…While I have been pining over him for far too long. Why does he always see me so weak? Can I not be strong in his presence for once?

I can feel him looking down at me, watching, searching. For what, I do not know, and I still dare not to look up. After a few torturous moments, he sets something down on the table, a handkerchief, I realize, and then walks away. I hear the jingle of the bells above the door a few seconds later. And then, the world comes crashing down.

I jump out of my seat and rush out the doors. I shiver as I realize it has started raining. How befitting, I cannot help but think. I turn in time to see him make his way around the corner. I run after him, only to run right into something. I almost fall onto the wet pavement, but manage to stay on my feet. I realize I had just run into him.

He is watching me again. His obsidian eyes burning into me, into my soul, tearing my heart apart. I cannot let him leave. Not again. Never again.

I reach out to him and he meets me halfway and suddenly, I am full of warmth. Heat rushes through my veins as he presses me against his chest, a hand settled firmly around my waist while the other tangles itself in my messy wet blonde locks. My heart begins to stampede against my chest. My eyes drift close and the tears fall again. It had been so long. So long since I had felt his touch.

He pulls away just enough to look into my eyes. His stare causes my tears to pour out again. He wipes them away with his thumb and I shiver against his touch.

And then, he leans forward and our lips meet after five years of being apart. The sudden bolt of electricity startles me as it shoots up my spine. I feel my head spin as he plunders my mouth with his own. The cold washes away and heat claims me. My heart threatens to fall out of my chest. I clutch at him tighter, wrapping my arms around his back as he pulls me close by the waist. Our desire reaches new levels as we continue to kiss under the pouring rain.

Five years was much too long. Even I cannot recall why we broke apart. But it is obvious to us both that we need each other. Without the other, we are not complete.

Never leave me again.

I love you. I always will.