Zorry's Fics

[Zorayda]

Invadin' your space some more to post a bit of writing. These are from some old fan fiction I'd written. I may post other things I write here as well...if I feel like it :3

[Zorayda]

This one's from Naruto. It's not a real scene, just a made-up one, and it's called 'Sunset'.


"Naruto?"

The voice seemed to echo in his head, making it hurt. He slowly opened his eyes. "S...Sakura...chan..."

A warm wetness splashed onto his face. She was crying as she kneeled over him.

"Shhh... don't talk..." she pressed her hand to his neck. He didn't know why. He just knew that there was red... everywhere.

"Sas...uke..." Naruto tried to lift a hand up to touch the pale face, but couldn't. Green eyes, sparkling, green, green, green, green...

"Kyuubi... he... left my body... went back to... demon world...seal... broke..." Naruto managed, the pain making him feel like he wanted to wince, but his body couldn't even manage that. He blinked slowly, willing himself to stay awake. "Sasuke-teme... I couldn't... I...so sorry... Sakura-chan..."

Sakura didn't say anything, but frantically tried to bring as much of her chakra to the surface as possible. She pressed her hands to his wounds and willed them to heal.

They only closed slightly, just to reopen and spill more of his blood.

"HELP!" she screamed, cradling Naruto's head in her arms. Someone had to come, someone had to save him...

But they were too far from the village, where no one would hear her screams.

It was a miracle that she found him in the first place.

Pain thundered through Naruto's nerves when Sakura jostled him, waking him up for a longer amount of time.

"Sak'ra..." he groaned brokenly. She held still and looked down at him, her vision so blurry that she only saw orange, blue, blonde, scarlet...

She blinked her eyes. "I'm here... don't worry..." she tried to smile, but her lips were trembling too violently.

"Listen... I... couldn't... bring Sasuke back... but..." he really did wince this time. He coughed softly, flecks of blood sprinkling the grass below with red dew. "I wanted... to see you... happy... I broke my p-promise... you loved... him..." tears flowed freely, unchecked, down his face and across his whisker marks.

Sakura's heart shattered. "Don't..." she choked out. "I don't love him anymore."

Naruto's eyes glittered with confusion.

"You... don't..." Naruto said, and something in his face told her that a weight was lifted. "...why...?"

"I..." Sakura sucked in a breath as she looked at the broken boy before her. "I fell in love with someone else, Naruto."

More tears flowed from his eyes, and he closed them, sighing softly.

"No...!Naruto, stay with me, stay awake, you'll be okay!" Sakura cried, cuffing his hand and gently shaking his body.

Naruto slowly opened his eyes again, and Sakura looked, really looked, into the cerulean depths and saw raw emotion there.

It had always been there. She just never chose to see it over the smiles, the laughter, the cover-ups.

He grabbed her hand and feebly dragged it to his chest, directly over his heart.

"I... won't be there... anymore... Sak'ra-chan..." he whispered. Her face was directly above his, and his sweet-smelling breath washed over her.

Her eyes filled with tears and her throat choked her. "No! ...You can't leave..."

His skin was terribly cold...

"It was you..." she murmured, her voice trembling as violently as her hands. Naruto's grip was slackening. He didn't have much time left. "I fell in love with you, Naruto. After three years..." it felt like she was discovering it for the first time... she'd never told her secret to a single soul...

A tiny smile graced Naruto's face. "I've loved you... since I met you..." his smile turned into a weak grimace. "Sakura... I'm... trying... can't... so tired..."

She closed her eyes and two tears eased their way between her eyelashes and onto the tip of Naruto's nose. The clouds above gathered and the moisture in the air told her it was going to rain.

She put her hands on either side of his face, gently, tenderly, and closed the gap between them. She gave him a sweet, soft kiss and poured all of herself into it. Tears kept cascading from her face to Naruto's; the rain mimicked them.

She pulled away to look him in the eyes, only to see that they were closed. A serene look had replaced the pained one.

Naruto lay still.

The rain washed away the blood in little red rivulets as Sakura lay her head on his chest and sobbed, trying to memorize his scent and etch his words into her mind forever.

[Zorayda]

Also from Naruto, and this one's called 'Brother'.

(To Itachi, about Sasuke) "Because he's like a brother to me... And I'm a better brother than you ever were!"
-Naruto, Naruto
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Sasuke

He wasn't really dead, but to me, he was.

I killed him. I killed my true brother.

I look down at my hands.

They're pale, calloused. The fingernails are mostly free of dirt or grime, but they're worn down. the cuticles are white. The fingers are long, thin. Delicate. The bones make the knuckles bulge slightly, and there are virtually no wrinkles to mar the skin. Traces of green and blue mark the veins running through them. I flex my hands, balling them into fists and opening them, curling the fingers gently, then tightening them, and tightening them-until I can feel the nails biting the flesh of the palms-and blood gently trickles down my left wrist, the pressure finally too great for the calloused skin.

The hands that killed him.

I disctinctly remember the sound-the sound identifying his death. The vertebrae popping, twisting, the flesh and sinew crunching and making that awful, awful squelching noise. I'll never forget that sound.

The sound of my first real kill.

I'd killed before, or maybe I hadn't... I wouldn't have cared much, being it that I didn't know who it was I had killed.

And then the noises of his body regenerating itself...

My best friend...the one who was so much like a brother to me...

I remember.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I remember how his eyes weren't wide open. They weren't shut. They were half-closed, some of the blue glittering through the lashes. Mouth open in a strange angle. Blonde hair... matted with his own blood.

So much blood.

It had turned the shade of noon sunshine to sunset.

It was almost the same color as the fox-flame that had surrounded him as he fought with every ounce of his strength to bring me with him. To try to take me back. It was his promise to Sakura, but I could see it in his eyes...

He wanted me back. As his best friend, comrade...

Brother.

It was ironic. How much I wanted to kill my blood brother. But, as I think...

Itachi was never my real brother. He lived his life for appearances, until he finally grew tired of that specific front and became the murderer he is now. If I killed him, I would not be killing my brother.

I've already done that, and Itachi wasn't it.

I clutch at my chest. The pain...it kills me. Naruto is dead to me. He will never look at me the same way again. I am the one who killed the Naruto that I know. He'll never trust me again.

My thoughts are interrupted by that... destestable man, the one who was part of the cause of my killing my friend. Yellow eyes and snakes infiltrated my senses.

"Sasuke... don't forget..."

And my thoughts of revenge are tripled.

I push the ache away that is blonde and cerulean and concentrate on my training and powerlust.

Naruto

Hell.

I miss him, the bastard.

He didn't mean it-my death, I mean. I think that inside, he was just a scared and desperate kid who wanted to do right by his family, reconcile himself.

It's been three years since that bloody fight between the two of us. The civil war between brothers.

Brothers. Heh. We acted like we'd hated each other. Which we did.

Sometimes.

It was sibling rivalry-even though I'd never be mistaken for his brother in a million years. We're opposites in so many ways; I'm blonde, he's ravenesque, I'm the sun, he's the moon, I'm loud and cheerful, despite all my troubles, and he's brooding and depressing. I used to joke around sometimes and call him the 'emo kid'.

I still can't believe he did that to me. He really thought I'd die. I sort of knew, in the back of my mind, that Kyuubi wouldn't be too happy about that. But I was afraid.

Sasuke was losing himself, and it was my job-still is-to bring him back, bring him back to his senses and bring him back home to the one waiting still.

He needs to know. Sasuke has to come back, because he needs to know-

He needs to know that I forgive him.

I forgive him.

He's my brother after all, and I... I love that teme, like a brother, and I would gladly give my life so he'd be happy.

[Moonlight]

Well, I don't know much about Naruto, but these seem like very good oneshots. Dark and gritty, which I love, but also very revealing character wise. I'm sure that Neechan (Sabaku) will absolutely love these. ^_^

[Zorayda]

Thanks so much! I don't write many one-shots, and these two were the only ones I could find...:/

[Moonlight]

*Smiles.* Nor do I, really, but I have to say you did a wonderful job on these. Despite being unfamiliar with the characters, you really made me care about them.

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

NEECHAN DOES LOVE THEM >w< SASUNARU, YEEEEEEY <3

Hahaha, jk, yaoi's not my thing (: Great job, although I don't support SakuNaru ^^ My fav was the second one (:

[Zorayda]

Heh, I love SakuNaru. I think they're great together. I...well, I'm a bit of a closet yaoi fan, but that second one wasn't intended to be anything 'couple-y' or romantic, just two really close friends who consider each other family.