Drabble for Sasuke's birthday. A week late, but still angsty.
Title: Wish
Author: desolate butterfly
Pairings: NaruSasu
Genre: drabble, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: On a certain day, Naruto makes a night time journey to the Uchiha Compound.
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Creeping into the old Uchiha compound is surprisingly easy. Naruto hardly has to dodge any traps to set foot in the household of Uchiha Fugaku. The floorboards creak ominously underneath his feet.
Naruto knows he should take his shoes off before entering. He remembers how Sasuke always did, even when he was in a hurry, or trying to escape a 'conversation'—if you could call yelled insults a conversation—about Sasuke's attitude. He'd yank his boots off and toss them at Naruto's head before running into the house, if he felt like it, but Sasuke never forgot to show respect to his dead.
Naruto keeps his shoes on because he doesn't feel much like respecting the dead right now. The dead are the reason Sasuke isn't with him, where he belongs. Naruto thinks the dead should leave the living the fuck alone for a change.
There is a room to the right, which is small and holds a bed, and Naruto pretends that this is Sasuke's room, but for all he knows it could be Itachi's. Sasuke has never allowed Naruto in here, even when Naruto had been allowed inside Sasuke's mouth and inside his body.
Now no one can stop Naruto from entering, and crawling onto the bed, onto the dusty sheets, leaving dirty tracks with his shoes.
Slowly, Naruto removes a candle from his pocket, a smear of icing lining the bottom. Naruto had found the cake on his doorstep and knew that Sakura had made it. And although the tag on the box had said his name, Naruto knows who the cake was really for.
He lights the candle and stares at the flame. He is gripped by a sudden urge to burn the entire place to the ground.
Instead, he closes his eyes and makes a wish.
Naruto blows out the candle and watches the smoke rise. He licks the icing off the candle and hears Sasuke's voice in his head—I hate sweet things, moron—and laughs.
"Happy birthday, you asshole. Next year I'm going to make you blow out this candle yourself."
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fin.
Any commentary is appreciated.