[Fic] Four Seasons, chapter 3 of 4
Title: Four Seasons
Pairing/Characters: SasuNaruSasu, in this chapter only very slight though
Warning: not betaed, angst
summary: Life can change in the blink of an eye. Four seasons in four different realities.
Disclaimer: They are certainly not mine even if I want them to be. The lyrics are by Guster.
A/N: Oh god I hate this chapter. I wrote most of it some time ago and then got writer's block and had to pretty much force myself to finish it. There are probably countless mistakes in here but I just wanted to get this over with. This time it's Sasuke who still has his family while Naruto is the orphan and needless to say it's not nearly as fluffy or smutty as Spring and Summer.
Spring
Summer
Once had this dream
Crashed down in Oz
Not black and white
But where the colors are
The warmth of the last sunrays from summer still lingered in the earth as Sasuke lay on the ground after another difficult training session with his brother. All around him the world was tinted red but for once it wasn’t the familiar sight of blood but the thousands of leaves still hanging onto their last breath of life. The fight against his brother had been lost once again and he really didn’t feel like going home to confront his father’s blank gaze passing over him like he was nothing but a ghost waiting to disappear.
Sighing he stood up and slowly made his way back to the village hoping to avoid meeting anyone from his family any time soon.
It was uncharacteristically quiet in the forest surrounding him as if all life living in it was mourning for the future, a quiet song of sadness for all the souls that would be lost in the throes of death without hope of ever escaping again.
When he reached the gates of Konoha a sudden and joyful laugh filled the air with life and his heart with a quiet ache he couldn’t quite understand. A flash of blond caught his eyes and a blinding orange wouldn’t let them go again. Uzumaki Naruto. One of his old classmates, the loser and orphan of the class who he had never even talked to before. Once when he was younger, more innocent and less bitter he had wanted to approach this bright boy, fascinated by the golden rays of sunshine that seemed to surround him every day. He had looked so warm.
But when he had asked his father if it was possible for him to invite Naruto for a training session on the Uchiha compound Uchiha Fugaku had only gone very quiet and then forbidden him to ever even talk to the younger boy.
Sometimes Sasuke wished that for once he had not asked for his father’s permission. As he watched Naruto laughing with his team mates it was one of those times. They were obviously on their way to a long term mission with the bags they were carrying. He observed the way the autumn sun reflected in blue eyes turning them into a kaleidoscope of azure, wondering just how he could still be so loud, so full of joy when he had been alone for all his life. He stood there watching the blond for several minutes completely forgetting about entering the village in front of him when Naruto suddenly turned and caught sight of him. Sasuke froze and he could see the surprise showing in the blue eyes only to be replaced by a glare.
“What do you want, bastard?” he almost growled at him, his eyes turning to slits and his mouth transforming into a scowl.
Taken back from the hostility being shown to him Sasuke glared right back and only answered with a nonchalant grunt that obviously only angered the blond more.
“Are you too good to talk to me or what? Who do you think you are?” even though Naruto seemed to harbour some grudge against him there was really only one thing in Sasuke’s mind.
Naruto’s anger was magnificent. It made his eyes dance with fire and his whole being vibrate with life in a way that Sasuke had never seen in anyone else especially a member of his family. He wanted to catch that fire and lock it away from this world to only ever be looked upon by him and no one else. That overwhelming feeling of being alive was wasted on a world that thrived on death and the greyness of a cold heart.
Nothing of his fascination with this bright boy showed through of course. Only the slight tilt of his head and the faint flicker in his eyes told of his feelings and there was nobody in this world who was able to read him like that.
“I have no reason to answer an idiot like you.” his mouth had curved into a smirk and his fascination only grew when Naruto began to make his way over to him, his fist clenched tightly at his side and ready to strike at any moment. His body seemed to thrum with life, anger and frustration and Sasuke had never seen anything so full of burning heat and colour. Naruto’s team mates chose that moment to hold their hot-headed team member back and tried to get him to calm down.
Sasuke observed them for a bit longer not even registering what exactly they were saying to the blond until he abruptly turned his back to them to enter the gate into Konoha. He didn’t have time for stupid distractions like this anyway.
--
Several weeks later while he was delivering a S-class mission report to the Hokage he found out that Naruto’s team had indeed left for a mission that day. It had been a trap that left no survivors.
--
When he stepped out of the door that day he stopped for a few moments to look up at the sky. The sun was cold in it’s beauty so opposite to the blood that had stained the earth only hours before. The smell of snow already lay in the air and the last leaves had spent their breath falling to their death in a storm of bloody red and dirty yellow. He could feel his hands itching to wash them of the decay that had touched them on his mission, like it had touched them so many times before. Sasuke ignored it and for a moment thought of the man , boy really, who had died today. A golden sun flashed in front of his eyes blinding him in glorious beauty. Eyes the colour of a summer day, so unfitting for the cold autumn day on which they closed for the last time and a ever-present smile, sometimes real and often without a thought. He had never really known him, had only talked to him once in all the years but it still felt as if he had lost something important. Something precious that should be cherished and could never be recovered. He wondered why. He didn’t miss anything in his life, he was the perfect Shinobi , the perfect Uchiha. Closing his eyes he let the cold air in his lungs stinging them in perfect cruelty. It didn’t matter. He was going to strive towards perfection, towards surpassing his brother and nothing could change that. Not the blood on his hands or the dreams of stolen springs and love.
His eyes opened again and he walked away from the warmth of the room behind him shivering under the first snow of the year.
Pairing/Characters: SasuNaruSasu, in this chapter only very slight though
Warning: not betaed, angst
summary: Life can change in the blink of an eye. Four seasons in four different realities.
Disclaimer: They are certainly not mine even if I want them to be. The lyrics are by Guster.
A/N: Oh god I hate this chapter. I wrote most of it some time ago and then got writer's block and had to pretty much force myself to finish it. There are probably countless mistakes in here but I just wanted to get this over with. This time it's Sasuke who still has his family while Naruto is the orphan and needless to say it's not nearly as fluffy or smutty as Spring and Summer.
Spring
Summer
Once had this dream
Crashed down in Oz
Not black and white
But where the colors are
The warmth of the last sunrays from summer still lingered in the earth as Sasuke lay on the ground after another difficult training session with his brother. All around him the world was tinted red but for once it wasn’t the familiar sight of blood but the thousands of leaves still hanging onto their last breath of life. The fight against his brother had been lost once again and he really didn’t feel like going home to confront his father’s blank gaze passing over him like he was nothing but a ghost waiting to disappear.
Sighing he stood up and slowly made his way back to the village hoping to avoid meeting anyone from his family any time soon.
It was uncharacteristically quiet in the forest surrounding him as if all life living in it was mourning for the future, a quiet song of sadness for all the souls that would be lost in the throes of death without hope of ever escaping again.
When he reached the gates of Konoha a sudden and joyful laugh filled the air with life and his heart with a quiet ache he couldn’t quite understand. A flash of blond caught his eyes and a blinding orange wouldn’t let them go again. Uzumaki Naruto. One of his old classmates, the loser and orphan of the class who he had never even talked to before. Once when he was younger, more innocent and less bitter he had wanted to approach this bright boy, fascinated by the golden rays of sunshine that seemed to surround him every day. He had looked so warm.
But when he had asked his father if it was possible for him to invite Naruto for a training session on the Uchiha compound Uchiha Fugaku had only gone very quiet and then forbidden him to ever even talk to the younger boy.
Sometimes Sasuke wished that for once he had not asked for his father’s permission. As he watched Naruto laughing with his team mates it was one of those times. They were obviously on their way to a long term mission with the bags they were carrying. He observed the way the autumn sun reflected in blue eyes turning them into a kaleidoscope of azure, wondering just how he could still be so loud, so full of joy when he had been alone for all his life. He stood there watching the blond for several minutes completely forgetting about entering the village in front of him when Naruto suddenly turned and caught sight of him. Sasuke froze and he could see the surprise showing in the blue eyes only to be replaced by a glare.
“What do you want, bastard?” he almost growled at him, his eyes turning to slits and his mouth transforming into a scowl.
Taken back from the hostility being shown to him Sasuke glared right back and only answered with a nonchalant grunt that obviously only angered the blond more.
“Are you too good to talk to me or what? Who do you think you are?” even though Naruto seemed to harbour some grudge against him there was really only one thing in Sasuke’s mind.
Naruto’s anger was magnificent. It made his eyes dance with fire and his whole being vibrate with life in a way that Sasuke had never seen in anyone else especially a member of his family. He wanted to catch that fire and lock it away from this world to only ever be looked upon by him and no one else. That overwhelming feeling of being alive was wasted on a world that thrived on death and the greyness of a cold heart.
Nothing of his fascination with this bright boy showed through of course. Only the slight tilt of his head and the faint flicker in his eyes told of his feelings and there was nobody in this world who was able to read him like that.
“I have no reason to answer an idiot like you.” his mouth had curved into a smirk and his fascination only grew when Naruto began to make his way over to him, his fist clenched tightly at his side and ready to strike at any moment. His body seemed to thrum with life, anger and frustration and Sasuke had never seen anything so full of burning heat and colour. Naruto’s team mates chose that moment to hold their hot-headed team member back and tried to get him to calm down.
Sasuke observed them for a bit longer not even registering what exactly they were saying to the blond until he abruptly turned his back to them to enter the gate into Konoha. He didn’t have time for stupid distractions like this anyway.
--
Several weeks later while he was delivering a S-class mission report to the Hokage he found out that Naruto’s team had indeed left for a mission that day. It had been a trap that left no survivors.
--
When he stepped out of the door that day he stopped for a few moments to look up at the sky. The sun was cold in it’s beauty so opposite to the blood that had stained the earth only hours before. The smell of snow already lay in the air and the last leaves had spent their breath falling to their death in a storm of bloody red and dirty yellow. He could feel his hands itching to wash them of the decay that had touched them on his mission, like it had touched them so many times before. Sasuke ignored it and for a moment thought of the man , boy really, who had died today. A golden sun flashed in front of his eyes blinding him in glorious beauty. Eyes the colour of a summer day, so unfitting for the cold autumn day on which they closed for the last time and a ever-present smile, sometimes real and often without a thought. He had never really known him, had only talked to him once in all the years but it still felt as if he had lost something important. Something precious that should be cherished and could never be recovered. He wondered why. He didn’t miss anything in his life, he was the perfect Shinobi , the perfect Uchiha. Closing his eyes he let the cold air in his lungs stinging them in perfect cruelty. It didn’t matter. He was going to strive towards perfection, towards surpassing his brother and nothing could change that. Not the blood on his hands or the dreams of stolen springs and love.
His eyes opened again and he walked away from the warmth of the room behind him shivering under the first snow of the year.