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"Should we tell them?"

"They're going to know."

"Well, they were pretty drunk."

"They are going to know."

"Not if we don't tell them."

Neji sighed loudly, put his hands on Temari's shoulders, and shook her profusely. "I can tell you, they are going to know. I was freaking sore all the way to Oklahoma! There's no 'not telling them', if you pardon the double negative."

Temari sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Of what?"

"Pardoning your double negative."

Neji sighed. "My suggestion is that we all decide to go somewhere far, far away so we're not around when they wake up. We could crash at a motel."

"You know Neji," Temari said thoughtfully, "that's the best suggestion you've had all day."

"It's only half past midnight."

"Exactly."


Scream.

"Oh my god!"

Shriek.

"What the fuck did we do?"

Smash.

"Shit shit shit…Temari is going to kill us, please don't break that…"

Shatter.

"She bought that in sixth grade! I hope I can glue it."

Splinter.

"No! It didn't happen." Sasuke bit down on his lip as hard as he could, drawing blood. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He shut his eyes, sliding down the wall he had adopted as his leaning place. "I'm so sorry." His breathing was heavy. "Don't hate me."

Naruto blinked. 'Hate him? How could I ever hate him?' He knelt beside Sasuke, the grooves in the wooden floor biting into his bare knees. "What? Hate you? I love you."

Sasuke's head snapped up, his eyes burning as brightly as the stars in the night outside. "Don't say that!" he demanded, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Never say that! Leave me alone to rot in peace." He buried his head in his arms. His body quaked. 'Zanka…the last flower remaining in bloom.'

The blond haired boy stretched out his hand, resting it on the back of Sasuke's neck. "You don't mean that," he said quietly. "You don't mean that at all." He ran his thumb gently along Sasuke's jaw.

Sasuke hardly ever looked like he had given up. Mostly it was after Orochimaru, usually at night. Sometimes on the phone, or sometimes when he would sneak out of his bedroom window, bleeding. He had never looked like this before though. No…not true. He had once.

Naruto awoke to the sound of frantic pummeling on his window. At first it had seemed like the rain that had been falling all evening, rhythmic and constant, but as it became more desperate, slowed down, and Naruto managed to fully wake his fifteen year old body from sleep, it became very apparent it was not rain. He kicked off the covers and jolted over to the window. He slid it up slowly, coming face-to-face with a soaking, distressed Sasuke.

"Sasuke?" the blond boy asked, as if it would be anyone else. "Sasuke, what happened?" He slid the window open a little further and helped his friend fall in and onto the blue carpet. Naruto shut the window, then knelt beside Sasuke. "What happened?" he repeated.

Sasuke glanced up. "Oro…" it was as far as he got before he started choking. Blood streamed from his body and his lips, a little more with each breath, a little redder. It had already begun to stain Naruto's carpet. Rain water cascaded in little rivulets down his back, mixing with blood and falling to the floor.

"Here, stand up." Naruto hoisted the older boy to his feet and dragged him towards the door to the hallway. "We'll get you cleaned up and dry, alright?" Mentally he wondered the most tactful way to beat the living shit out of Orochimaru. "Come on." He struggled to push Sasuke into the bathroom and set him down on the edge of the bathtub. "You want to tell me what happened?"

Sasuke shook his head. "No…you'll hate me. You'll hate me." He just repeated it over and over again, his arms wrapped around his body, rocking back and forth.

Naruto shook his head. "I could never hate you," he promised Sasuke. "This might sting a little." He reached up to dab a cloth dipped in peroxide over a gash in Sasuke's head. Sasuke didn't even wince. It was like he didn't even notice. "You sure you won't tell me?"

"No!" Sasuke nearly shrieked. "You can't hate me! You'll hate me! Stop it! Leave me alone…" He keeled over. Water that was dripping from his disheveled hair mingled with tears Naruto had suddenly noticed.

"You're in my house," Naruto whispered. "I can't leave you alone. Don't cry Sasuke." Sasuke never cried. Or, hardly ever. Naruto was sure it had happened before, but he couldn't quite recall the blurry memories. It might have been a dream.

Naruto stood up, offering his hand to Sasuke. "I can get you some dry clothes. You can wear some of my stuff while I throw your clothes in the dryer. They'll be dry before school, okay?" Sasuke took his hand gingerly and pulled himself shakily to his feet. In the other hand, Naruto grabbed the peroxide. "I'll put more on the rest of you body when we get back to my room." He groaned inwardly. It sounded like a bad pick-up line.

"Thanks," Sasuke muttered. Naruto lead him carefully back to his room. The blond haired boy turned to go to put Sasuke's clothing in the dryer. "Don't leave," Sasuke said suddenly. "Don't leave me alone." He latched onto Naruto's arm. His body was shaking and his grip was weak, but he adamantly refused to release.

"I'm not leaving. You want to come with me to dry your clothes?" The blond boy managed a weak smile. He hooked an arm around Sasuke's soaked chest, wincing as the other boy sucked in his breath in pain. "Sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

The two trudged to the laundry room. Naruto dropped the older boy's clothes in the dryer, flicked it on, and left it. "Okay, now to get you some dry clothes." Sasuke had begun rampant shivering by now. Naruto pushed open his bedroom door with his foot and shut it again, helping Sasuke over to his bed.

Naruto crossed his bedroom and located a pair of fairly clean sweatpants and a sweater. "Here you go. Just take off what you've got and I can start cleaning your other wounds."

"There are no more," Sasuke choked.

"You're lying, I can see the blood soaking through your shirt." He tugged gently on the hem of Sasuke's shirt. "Let me see it. Let me see what he did to you." Sasuke glanced down, tears still dripping from his eye lashes. He shed his shirt which landed, wet and bloody, on the floor with a splat.

His entire body was shredded. It looked like someone had meticulously, carefully, neatly tried to cause the most amount of pain possible. It wasn't like it had been before. This time…it was different. Naruto restrained a gasp and the urge to go over there and kill Orochimaru with his bare hands

"Lie on your back and hold still," Naruto commanded. Sasuke complied, collapsing backwards. "This is going to sting, okay? I'll be gentle." He dabbed peroxide on one of the cut on Sasuke's stomach. "Do you have more? Don't lie to me, I'll find out anyway."

Sasuke shook his head. "Not tonight. I'm a whore anyway." He winced as Naruto pressed the peroxide cloth against his bleeding stomach. The blond boy found a towel left over from the morning's shower and toweled Sasuke off before discarding the cloth on the floor.

"No," Naruto assured him. "You're not. That fucker is messing with your mind." He groped behind him to locate the shirt he had found. "Put your arms up."

Sasuke complied meekly, the grey fabric slipping over his lithe frame. Naruto helped him dress completely and when they were done they just sat there in the near-darkness, staring at each other. Naruto crawled forward, stretching out and laying his head on his pillow. "Sleep beside me," he ordered. "You can't have the floor tonight."

Sasuke nodded, laying beside his friend. Naruto cautiously wrapped an arm around Sasuke's waist and pulled their bodies unconsciously closer together. "Good night."

"Night." Sasuke shut his eyes and snuggled beneath the covers and against his friend's bodies. When he was sure Naruto was asleep, he added his post script. "I don't know why you care about a whore like me…"

Naruto cracked one eye. 'Never a whore,' he thought. 'Never.'

And they slept.

It was like that. Sasuke was curled up, shaking miserably.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I'm so fucking sorry…"

Naruto sat cross-legged beside him, staring blankly and rubbing smooth, even circles on his friend's shaking back. "You didn't do--"

"I did!" Sasuke interrupted. "I stole from you what you should have given to someone who deserved it!" He leaned against the wall, staring at an unnatural angle into space. Naruto paused. 'Has he finally lost it? I thought it had reached it's worst a long time ago but maybe…maybe I was wrong.'

"Stop it, okay? Just stop it. You're not a whore, you're freaking hung-over." Naruto stood. "Come on, we're going back to sleep." Sasuke took the other boys outstretched hand and hoisted himself up. "Come on." Naruto dragged the older boy up the stairs and cracked open the door to Temari's room. Temari and the others were crashed at a motel and the bed she shared with Shikamaru was more comfortable anyway.

The two boys stretched out next to each other. Naruto pressed his forehead against Sasuke's and for a second there he was afraid the older boy would suddenly and abruptly pull away. But strangely…he didn't. The two teenagers lay there, eyes shut, foreheads resting together. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they heard the rain, the beat and rhythm and music of the rain, and it was real. The music was real.

Sasuke was the first to move, surprisingly enough. He shifted forward, slipping an arm around Naruto's waist. "I'm sorry." Before Naruto had time to protest, however, Sasuke had shifted forward again and claimed the younger boy's lips for his own. Naruto returned the kiss, running his tongue gently along the other boy's lower lip, asking cautiously for entrance which surprisingly, Sasuke granted. They shifted closer still, bodies coming full contact, legs wrapping around each other to gain more access to the other's body.

Only one thought was running through the two boys' minds. It was a thought that both of them could read in the way they moved against each other, the way their lips pressed together. It was the thought for a while there, both boys had both feared and needed, like the next fix of a hated drug. But not anymore. Not any more was it liquescent death. Not anymore was it just a dream, some hope unfulfilled. Not anymore was it anticipation for some fake happiness, some fractured sun.

No…it was real.

'I love you.'

Music of the Rain

Fractured Sun

I love you.


Elsewhere, way on the other side of town:

"Sweet god, my EYES."


They struck me as OoC, but you know...circumstances, creative license, the fact you love me.

So, here we are. At the end. I'll have more stuff out eventually. If anyone thinks it would be an okay idea, I might write a third part of this and have it ACTUALLY HAVE A PLOT LINE! (Why do I feel the need to bring Itachi back?) Plus one-shots and other random stories.

So...there we have it. Review.

Goodbye. I love you. :ambigous statement: