Author’s Note: Hello, This story is just a simple oneshot that I felt like writing because I’m semi-depressed and needed to write something… anything… And so, this is what I come up with…NaruSasu. Both are 18 years old.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, but if I did, Kabuto would be mine. And I don’t own Unfaithful by Rihanna.

Why am I Crying?

It felt like flames were washing his face instead of tears. He didn’t think that love could be this… painful. Naruto laid back on his pillows stared at the ceiling, thinking, they had always been teammates, but this? It was probably going a step too far for the other boy.

Naruto stood up and slid out of his bright orange jacket in front of his bathroom mirror, sliding off the black shirt behind it. Tsunade’s necklace hung like a cloud in the sky; drawing all the attention from his muscled chest to its blue-green shine. He laughed without mirth, was being gay a disqualification from hokage application?

Naruto opened the cabinet underneath the sink and felt the underside of the top for something special. His fingers met a knife, taped to the top; something he had done after his last heartbreak two years ago; the one with Sakura. When he first found out that he was queer. He ripped the knife off and pressed the point to his left shoulder feeling his emotional pain release as physical pain set in. He took the knife and dragged it down to the top of his right hip bone. Soon tears were falling for a different reason then just Sasuke. He pressed the blade to his left upper arm and dragged it down feeling the pain, and each drop of blood run down his arm.

Jet orbs stared out the window of a tiny apartment in Konoha; his own. His hands were clasped and were resting so that they just barely grazed his bottom lip. How could that Naruto? No, scratch that… how dare he? Sasuke swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. It was his job, his duty, to repopulate the Uchiha clan. No matter how much he loved his unruly teammate. Tears began to dam in his heart, and leak out of his eyes. Why am I crying, damnit? He thought. He flicked on the radio, a somewhat slow song played. The song was Unfaithful by Rihanna. “How fitting,” the young Uchiha said to the air. He looked at the large digits of a digital clock, 11:59 PM it read. It would be weird, going to the blonde’s house at this hour. Someone might think something. Something Sasuke could afford to soil his name with. Finally, unable to bear the truth of the lyrics he shut off the radio slamming his fist on the power button. Making up his mind he took out a bottle of sake and drank it all in a large gulp. Locking the door behind him he set out to Naruto’s apartment.

The lines blurred with each fresh cut he made on his body. He loved Sasuke so much. Loving the Uchiha hurt even more than the waves of physical pain rolling over him. He gasped with the agony of both pains. Life blood splashed the bathroom floor like liquid rubies. The haze of his pain was blurring into unconsciousness. The pain was interrupted by a knock at the door. Naruto slid his black T-shirt on so that it covered the majority of his blade wounds. He opened the door to a certain raven haired young man. “What do you want, teme?” Naruto jeered, drunken on pain.

Sasuke was at a loss for what to say; apparently one bottle of sake wasn’t enough for him to say anything meaningful to the blonde. Midnight eyes scanned Naruto’s muscled body resting on the darkest patches on the black shirt. He couldn’t say anything that was worth a dime, apparently he wasn’t drunk enough. Or maybe he just didn’t have words to say how he felt. Instead he settled on, “You’re bleeding, dobe.”

The hazy outline of Sasuke blurred as even more as time went on, and more blood spilled from his wounds. Naruto was beyond the point where he could think rationally. He invited Sasuke in. “Why are you here?” he asked.

Sasuke couldn’t stop staring at the dark blotches on Naruto’s shirt. It was now obviously blood. “Naruto, I’m going to call Tsunade. If you keep bleeding like that you could die,” he said walking over to the phone to call.

Naruto shrugged off the comment and put his hand on top of the other boy’s hand that was now on the phone. He didn’t care if he died; nothing was worth it if Sasuke was straight. He could see a faint light in the distance; it was coming towards him slowly.

Shivers rippled across the muscled shoulders of Sasuke Uchiha at the light touch of Naruto’s hand on his. He couldn’t say anything; his throat had locked up too tight for him to speak. Instead he leaned forward and forced his lips on Naruto’s. Maybe he was drunk after all.

He was shocked at the raven haired boy; after all it had been Sasuke who had rejected Naruto in the first place. Breaking off the kiss he shouted, “Why? Damnit, WHY!?” Naruto could feel his earthly body weakening from blood loss. The light was becoming brighter by the second. Blood pooled in black of his shirt.

Sasuke couldn’t answer that question, he just didn’t know. Was it love? Was it really? Or was it just an illusion of the heart. Why? He couldn’t answer that question; he couldn’t say the three words that would mean the most.

The light was growing brighter by the second. It was beginning to blind Naruto. He felt himself collapse on the ground. Yet, somehow he was also walking into the light. He had never felt as light as he did now. There was no physical pain at all anymore. He made his physical body say one last time, “Why?”

Sasuke slid his muscular arms underneath Naruto’s body so he could clutch him close enough to whisper into the blonde’s ear, “Because… I love you.” Flaming rivers leaked from his eyes as he already knew it was too late. Naruto… Was Dead.

Rose’s Rant: Damn, I really have got to stop writing depressing fics. This is the second fic where I’ve killed off Naruto. I like how the fic turned out overall though. Anyway, reviews are loved and reviewers shall receive a cookie!!!!!! -gives cookie to reviewer- All flames will be used to burn the damn homework I should have been doing while I was writing this.