A/N: It's 2020, but I don't care! I am back on my Naruto bullshit! lol. This is a project I came up with just a few days ago, but I'm so passionate about it already (I've literally been losing sleep to my ideas, hahaha)!

The idea behind this is simple: while this is not meant to be a Sauske hate fic, I have always believed that Naruto deserves so much better than Sasuke and how much he suffers because of him, and he has that in the village - people who love him so much, would do anything from him, would die for him - and after ep 215, I wanted to see what would happen if Naruto finally realized that Sasuke can't be saved. Fair warning: this story is not going to have fighting as the focus. It'll focus on cutting ties and letting go, healing and moving on, and living well (which is the sweetest revenge) by building and rebuilding the healthy, wonderful relationships Naruto has with his friends and mentors in the village (and outside it, 'cause gotta include Gaara and the Sand Sibs and all, haha).

Canon Divergence start: Different from the actual episode, Naruto and Sasuke's fight goes on a lot longer and is way deadlier. It ends up a fight to the death. The only reason they both survive is because Tobi swoops in to steal Sasuke away, and Naruto passes out a second later. That's where the fic opens.

If this is of any interest to you, I hope you enjoy this! There will be a lot more to come!

(A note explaining any possible OOC-ness in Shikamaru's character can be found at the bottom.)

Also, fun fact: Shippuden Opening 8, "Diver," illustrates my point perfectly (end 1:03-1:04; the rest reinforces the Sasuke stuff), so that is highly recommended viewing!

"Naruto!"

He remembers coughing up blood, a lot of it, and then…his eyelids were so heavy…

"I can't… We have to…the village…"

He remembers hands on him. Warm and slick and…shaking…

"Stay awake, Naruto…"

He remembers intense pain shooting through him, coughing up more blood…

"Hold on!"

He remembers rushing paws, so many and so loud it became a roar…

"Just a little farther! You can…"

He remembers being set on something soft and cold, tasting more blood…

"Come on, Naruto… You're…be Hokage…"

He remembers pounding feet and familiar voices barking orders…

"Don't you dare… Stay with me, you stubborn…"

He remembers machines screeching and a well of grudgingly-protective rage surging through him…

Don't give up, brat!

And then…nothing.

When Naruto wakes, it's to sights, sounds, and sensations that are becoming more and more familiar over the years.

Machines beep into an otherwise silent, still room. Sterile floors and walls in dull colors that are supposed to relax and provide a sense of calm. Chemicals most might not be able to smell, the pinch of an IV, a few actually, in his arm. Slightly itchy white sheets and a starchy blue hospital gown that's too big for his small frame. Bandages cover almost every part of him, and he thinks one of his arms might be in a sling – or at least, bound to his side temporarily. Some seriously strong pain meds must be in his system because, at least for the moment, he doesn't feel even a fraction of the pain he's sure he should be in. Sakura or Granny Tsunade, maybe both, must have ordered that for him. He's grateful.

Giving his body a few minutes to adjust to being awake after…who knows how long, he turns his head slowly to look around. He almost regrets it when his vision swims, but something else he notices almost immediately takes precedence.

Body heat at his elbow. There's…someone else here…?

For a split second, his heart rate spikes, but it calms just as quickly. His vision might not be clear yet, but he can tell from the steady heartbeat and gentle breathing that whoever it is isn't here to hurt him. Besides, if the splotches of color he can make out are right, he thinks he knows who it is anyway, and in that case, he's definitely not worried.

When he can finally see, Naruto can't help but smile, what little he can manage anyway. He was right. It's Shikamaru, fast asleep at his side with his face in his arms. Naruto breathes a laugh. It's the same way he used to sleep in class at the Academy when they were kids. If he's asleep, though, Naruto wonders how long he's been here. He hopes not all night. Besides getting him in trouble with the nurses or, worse, Sakura and Granny Tsunade, leaning over on the mattress like that must be really uncomfortable.

All the same, he can't help but soften. He never thought he'd wake up to find Shikamaru Nara, of all people, at his bedside, but he's certainly not complaining. On the contrary…he's happy and touched. Shikamaru's a great friend, one he's lucky to have, and he knows better than most that the genius doesn't put his energy into anything he doesn't believe in. So for him to be here…

Lifting his good arm experimentally, he finds it doesn't hurt too much to use. Satisfied, he reaches over to rest a bandaged hand on Shikamaru's shoulder and shake him gently. "Hey, Shikamaru," he whispers, not wanting to scare his friend. "Wake up."

Shikamaru instantly shifts and opens bleary eyes. Blinking a few times, he pushes himself back some and stretches, yawning so long that it leaves tears at the corners of his eyes. Wiping at them with his sleeves, he looks his way and freezes, blinking a few more times and even rubbing his eyes for good measure. "N-Naruto?" When he sees his friend really is up, he perks up instantly, face breaking into a wide smile, maybe his brightest Naruto's ever seen. "Hey, you're finally awake!"

His smile is contagious. Naruto's isn't nearly as big and bright as it normally is, but Shikamaru wasn't expecting it to be. Not yet, anyway. "Y-yeah, I guess I—I am!" Naruto cringes and coughs at how raw and croaky his voice sounds from disuse, his throat dry as the Demon Desert. Shikamaru helps him sit up enough to drink some water, and Naruto sighs happily once he's done. There's more life to the smile he gives this time. "Thanks, Shikamaru! It's good to see you, too!"

Shikamaru's exhale is helplessly fond, the other's voice and smile the last pieces he needed to know he really is okay – or, you know, going to be. He hangs his head with a heavy sigh, all the tension bleeding from his shoulders as his relief takes all his energy at once. "Thank goodness…"

Naruto, meanwhile, is silent, studying Shikamaru's face. Now that it's not hidden in his arms, his friend looks paler and definitely more tired than usual. There are some pretty dark shadows under his eyes, too. The blond's brow furrows in concern.

"Shikamaru…are you okay? You don't look so good…"

Shikamaru looks up, startled, and then he laughs, the action helping to further relax him. He can't help it. He swears Naruto is the most selfless person he's ever met in his life. "You're one to talk. You're practically a walking bandage roll." Naruto doesn't let up on his worried stare, though, not swayed by the joke and possible deflection, and Shikamaru sighs a bit, smile sobering along with him. "I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all." He scrubs his hand down his face and then gives Naruto a semi-scolding look, smirking lightly. "You scared the shit out of us, you knucklehead."

Naruto has the grace to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his head before he remembers that hurts. "S-sorry… But, uh…what exactly am I apologizing for…? How'd I get here again…?"

Shikamaru huffs a laugh. Honestly, this guy… "With how hard you hit your head, I'm not surprised you need a refresher." He gets more comfortable in his chair and then fixes Naruto with a serious stare. "Depending on how this goes, this might not be the easiest thing to hear, so fair warning. Frankly, I'm glad you're already lying down." Naruto's caught off guard for a moment, but he nods in the next one. Shikamaru takes that as a signal to start. "Well, for starters, you've been out for over a week."

Naruto's eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. He doesn't think he's ever been in the hospital that long before. "W-wait, really? How long?"

Shikamaru nods, resting his chin between his knuckles. "Eleven days, counting today."

The blond pales a bit, good hand moving to the Seal on his stomach. He's a little surprised that his immediate reaction is to worry about the Beast locked up inside him, but hey, stranger things have happened. To him, at least. He wants to try talking to it to make sure it's okay, but he doesn't want to freak Shikamaru out. Maybe if he explains it to him, he can try later.

As if reading his mind, Shikamaru offers, working to tread carefully, "I'll get to the Nine Tails in a minute. But for now…what do you remember about what happened?"

Figuring the Fox is sleeping to regain its energy like he was anyway, Naruto takes a breath and does his best to think back. Everything's so…hazy… He mostly remembers pain and blood and familiar voices…Kakashi-sensei, Sakura, and Granny Tsunade's, specifically… Before that…—!

A face appears in his mind's eye, and he bolts upright, Sasuke's name on his lips, but the pain chokes it off and Shikamaru's urgent, careful hands stop him halfway. It takes a moment for him to get his breath back. "Sa-Sasuke…! He was…!" Suddenly distracted by more important things, he doesn't even register Shikamaru gently pushing him back down on the bed. "S-Shikamaru, is—Kakashi-sensei and Sakura—!" He swallows, blue eyes blazing as he breathes through the pain. He doesn't want to even entertain the thought of being wrong. "A-are they okay?"

Shikamaru swears, no matter how old they get, Naruto's insane devotion to his friends will always be one of his favorite things about him. He nods, a reassuring smile on his face. "They're just fine. They made it back here with barely a scratch." He pokes Naruto's forehead gently. "It's you we've all been worried sick about."

Naruto's whole body sags with the force of his relieved sigh, spring-coiled tension gone in a second. "Thank goodness…"

Shikamaru's smile grows before he sobers again. "So, what do you remember? Let's start there."

Naruto narrows his eyes in concentration, and as the memories start to come back, he feels his stomach drop. "I-I remember…Kakashi and Sasuke about to fight when…S-Sakura tried to—" he swallows, "—to take him out h-herself. Sasuke retaliated by—by t-trying to stab her with a—a k-kunai through the—" The last word turns to ash on his tongue, too awful to say, but he gestures to his throat with a trembling hand to finish the thought regardless. His words are shaky, horrified, more so as he goes on, and he swallows again, curling a fist in his sheets for purchase. "That's—that's when I jumped in. I-I saved her, and then…t-the three of us, all of Team 7, we…w-we tried to convince him to—to come back with us…b-but…" he breathes a laugh, a bitter, angry, almost scared thing, a like smile on his face, "…h-he was talking crazy… He said he—he killed Danzo and that h-he was—was going to k-kill us and then…d-destroy the Leaf to—to 'cleanse the Uchiha name'…" His fist in the sheets tightens, though he tries to take a shaky breath to steady himself. "I've…I've never seen him like that before… It was…" he glances up at Shikamaru, knowing he'll understand, "…it reminded me of the old Gaara, like he sounded when we stopped him from killing Lee all those years ago… That's what he sounded like..."

Deranged. Unhinged. Totally unrecognizable from the person they knew. Hell, those are being generous…

Shikamaru swears under his breath, frowning as he glares at the floor. He knew the Uchiha was a little sick in the head, but nothing like this…! Looking back up at Naruto, he asks, "Anything else?"

He thinks, but then shakes his head. "Everything after that is…a blur, really. Bits and pieces, a lot of blood and pain, but that's it. Mind filling me in?"

Shikamaru's frown deepens, but he sits up a little straighter nonetheless. He's always been one to rip off bandages quickly. "You used your clones to stop Kakashi-sensei from interfering and then went after Sasuke yourself. Once you two started fighting, there was nothing Kakashi and Sakura could do but watch. There was no way in hell they were getting between you two." He can only imagine how hard that must have been for them to watch. "The fight went on for a long time, and it got pretty brutal. Sakura had to look away after a while. She couldn't stand to see you two hurt each other like that. The only reason it stopped without both of you dying was because some guy in a mask showed up and took Sasuke away. You wanted to go after them, but you ended up coughing up blood and passing out a second later. Kakashi and Sakura got you back here as fast as they could, and then Sakura and Lady Tsunade headed the three surgeries necessary to save your life. According to Lady Tsunade, though, it wasn't just them who saved you."

He nods toward Naruto's Seal. "It was the Nine Tails inside you, too." Naruto's eyes widen, and he looks down at where the demon resides. "It used up a lot of its chakra to keep you alive after yours was depleted. That's also why it's taking you so long to heal. Since the pair of you are basically out of chakra, the Nine Tails can't accelerate your healing like it normally would, so your recovery's pretty much slowed to a crawl." Taking a sip of his water, he continues, "Anyway, after you got out of surgery, you were still in really bad shape. All the doctors and nurses did their best to take care of you, and Sakura and Lady Tsunade even stepped in and did some special medical ninjutsu stuff where they could, but it was touch and go almost the whole time. Some days were better than others. We were all really afraid you weren't gonna make it this time." He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, mostly in relief. "But thankfully, you're awake now, so that's over. Thank goodness… I'm getting way too old for this stuff…"

When Naruto doesn't immediately laugh and spout some quip about Shikamaru only being a few weeks older, the chunin looks up to make sure he's okay.

He finds Naruto staring up at the ceiling, for once completely silent. His eyes are dull, a shade or two darker than they were a few minutes ago, almost listless. His expression is much the same, but Shikamaru can tell there's a whole maelstrom of emotions playing behind both.

"Where's Sasuke now?" Even his voice has lost most of its inflection. He sounds…exhausted, but it's more than that. Almost...defeated.

Shikamaru swallows, trying to quell the worry starting to turn his stomach. He hopes it's just the shock and maybe a reaction to the memories coming back. "Hard to say. According to Kakashi-sensei and Sakura's reports, when that masked man came for Sasuke, it was like they just vanished into thin air. There wasn't a trace of them left, not even a chakra signature. Kakashi has a theory that it was some kind of jutsu unique to that man. An ANBU team was dispatched to the area to see what clues they could find, if any, and they did find a red-haired woman who claims she was Sasuke's…assistant or something, but as far as Sasuke goes…" He shrugs, next words riding on a tired sigh as he scratches his head. "For now, it looks like we're back to square one."

There's a long, pregnant silence for several moments. The clock ticks by, but Shikamaru can't bring himself to break it, waiting instead on bated breath for his friend's response.

Naruto, for his part, heard everything, it's just…it's like there's white noise playing in the background of his mind. He's not sure if it has something to do with the Nine Tails' weakness, his own, or maybe it's all in his head. He's trying so hard to process everything he's just remembered and learned, but…it's too much. All of it's too much. He wishes it would stop, especially the static. It's not helping anything. Maybe…he just needs more sleep. "I see…"

His voice is even more despondent than before, and that combined with the way he rolls over onto his side, his back to Shikamaru, sets the older boy further on edge. "Naruto…are you okay?" he asks softly. He's well aware how stupid a question like that probably is right now, but he doesn't care. He needs to know, and more than that, he wants to. This would be a lot to take in for anybody, but especially Naruto, who loves with absolutely everything he has in him, and hell, he basically fought his former teammate to the death (for a second time), so it makes sense that this would negatively affect him. Of course it does. It's only natural. He remembers the last time Naruto shut down like this, after his first near-death fight with Sasuke in the Valley of the End. But still, this…it feels…different somehow. He can't quite put his finger on why yet. He just hopes it won't be worse. God forbid.

Finally, curling into himself a little more, Naruto answers, "Y-yeah…" His voice is so hollow and low that Shikamaru almost has to strain to hear it. The brunette swears he's the worst liar in the world. He's not even trying at this point. It only makes him worry more. "Hey…Shikamaru…?"

Said boy leans forward so he can hear better. "Yeah? What's—?"

Suddenly, there's a bandaged arm around him, and the next thing Shikamaru knows, Naruto's hugging him. He couldn't even sit up before without being in intense pain, but now, through sheer force of will, he's hugging him. Shikamaru breathes an exasperated laugh. "Thank you, Shikamaru. For staying."

It's barely more than a whisper, but Shikamaru hears it like it's the only thing that matters. Right now, to him, it is. He gets the feeling Naruto isn't just talking about being here when he woke up either. He can't help but smile and hug his friend back gently, not wanting to hurt him more than he's probably hurting himself. He feels Naruto relax in his arms, and he holds him just a little tighter, letting his face tuck just slightly into the blond's shoulder. He's so, so glad he's alive. "Don't mention it. What else are friends for?"

Naruto actually does manage a chuckle at that, and Shikamaru considers it a personal victory. They stay like that for several seconds more before settling Naruto back in bed.

"H-hey, um…" Shikamaru's steady, calm gaze never leaves the blue-eyed boy; he wants to help in any way he can, "…don't leave?" Then, even quieter, "Please?"

The whirlwind in Shikamaru's gut dies down, if only a little, and even though Naruto's too embarrassed to look at him, feeling his request childish, he hopes he can feel the way his gaze softens. He leans back in his chair to get a little more comfortable. If the nurses want to throw him out now, they're going to have to contend with Naruto's word as well as his own. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises quietly. "Sleep well, Naruto."

"I'm going to kill all of you…"

"You never had a family! You couldn't possibly understand!"

"The Hidden Leaf will be destroyed by my own hand!"

Images of the Hidden Leaf in burning ruins pass by, nondescript screams and sobs piercing the air. Bodies everywhere—crushed, burning, impaled, cut in half, dismembered—so many there's almost no open ground to be seen. Moving closer to the center, all of Naruto's mentors and friends are lying on the ground, unmoving and unseeing. They've been killed, murdered, in chilling, gut-wrenching ways, each worse than the last. Those closest to Naruto were dealt the worst deaths by far.

In the middle of it all, Sasuke holds a dying Naruto by his collar, grinning at him like a lunatic, eyes wild. He leans in close, his Magekyo Sharingan glowing an unsettling red. Naruto can see and smell the blood coating his lips and teeth, gushing from now-blind eyes. "I win…Naruto!"

"No! Sasuke!"

Naruto shoots upright instantly, screaming loudly enough to wake the rest of the patients on the floor.

"Whoa, hey!"

His good arm clutches at his chest where a huge hole was a second ago, he's sure of it.

"Naruto!"

He's shaking like a leaf, drenched in sweat, breathing and heart rate erratic.

"Damn it! Can't you hear me?!"

Tears flow freely from blue eyes that can see nothing but the carnage and world-ending in his nightmare. Part of him knows it's not real, but he can't—he can't shake it—!

"Hey, Naruto!"

Naruto snaps his neck to find Shikamaru standing at his side. He has a tight, tremulous grip on his shoulder, and the older boy's looking at him like he's afraid he'll pass out or start screaming again any second. They're both breathing hard, but for two very different reasons. Shikamaru, seeing the change in him immediately, lets out a shaky breath, worry pinching his brow hard. "Hey, hey…" He squeezes his shoulder a little more to hopefully help ground him in reality. "You with me?"

Naruto takes a minute to catch his breath and slowly ease his white-knuckled fist from his shirt so he can reach up to wipe his eyes and face and then rest it on Shikamaru's. He nods. "Y-yeah…I-I think so…" Shikamaru doesn't let up right away, not moving an inch, and Naruto tries to manage a smile for him. It's pitiful, but it's something. "S-sorry if I scared you…"

A few more cautious seconds, and like the string holding him up has been cut, Shikamaru's whole body slumps and he takes a heavy seat on the edge of Naruto's bed. He sighs wearily and buries his face in his hand, just trying to breathe. He shakes his head. "No, it's…don't worry about it…"

He says that, and yet his shoulders are trembling, just slightly. Naruto isn't sure he's noticed. He gets the feeling his friend might have had a tougher time waking him up than he wants to tell him. Suddenly worried he might have actually hurt him in his terror, he looks him over for any injuries, but doesn't find any. He lets out a relieved, silent sigh of his own. Thank goodness… "I'm…I'm sorry…" He winces at the sound of his own voice. It's even worse than when he first woke up. Probably from all the crying and screaming. "It was…" he looks away, embarrassed and ashamed to have caused all this trouble, voice falling, "…it was just...a nightmare…"

Shikamaru, while listening intently, takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He does that a few times before he lets his hand fall. It's a calming exercise Asuma taught him years ago. It almost always works, and this is no exception. He's grateful.

Turning back to Naruto, he hesitates a half-second ahead of reaching out to squeeze the blond's fingers lightly. After so many years of being friends and as observant as he is, the notion that physical affection is something Naruto lives for hasn't been lost on him. Never mind that he's not usually especially physically affectionate himself, if he can give Naruto some comfort right now, damn it, he'll do just about anything. "I know. I heard. About Sasuke attacking the village and killing everyone in horribly brutal ways, right?" Naruto looks at him like he's grown two heads, and he explains, a tiny, wry smirk coming despite himself. "Unfortunately, your mumbles and screams didn't leave much to the imagination."

Paling, Naruto shakes his head roughly to get rid of the resurfaced images. "S-sorry…"

Shikamaru frowns. "Hey, stop that. This is not something you have to apologize for," he tells him firmly. "After what you've been through, I don't blame you for freaking out, even in your sleep. Any sane person would."

Naruto breathes a laugh at that, somewhat relieved. Still, something in his expression is almost… haunted. 'Sane,' huh…? "So I'm not a drag, then?"

Shikamaru recognizes that look on sight. He used to wear it all the time as a kid, and it comes back once in a while when he's reminded of back then. Hell, even just a few short years ago. His answering almost-snarl makes Naruto look up at him with wide eyes, but Shikamaru can't help it. "No, of course not." He doesn't care if it's been years. He still wants to punch all the ignorant bastards in this village who ever made Naruto feel like he was nothing but a worthless demon. He was a child, for God's sake! "You are not a drag, idiot. You never could be."

A heartbeat, and something in Naruto's face and eyes softens, the shadows leaving his eyes, and a more believable, if still small, smile paints his lips. Shikamaru feels himself relax at that alone. "Got it. Thanks, Shikamaru."

"You're welcome." It's quiet for a good few seconds, and then, quietly, hesitantly, "So…do you wanna talk about it?"

Naruto blinks and then thinks. He could tell him what he's thinking and feeling, but…right now, it's all still kind of a mess inside, and that nightmare didn't help. He might be able to help him figure out a solution, but he also gets the feeling that Shikamaru would tell him this is something he has to figure out for himself. With that in mind, he slowly shakes his head. "Not yet. I…I still need to…sort some things out. In my head and…my heart, too. How I'm feeling…you know?" Blue eyes leisurely move to meet brown. His tiny smile's grown a bit. "But thank you. I'll tell you when, okay?"

Shikamaru isn't so sure he likes letting this lie, but…he trusts Naruto. He trusts that he'll come to him if he needs someone to confide in. "Sure. Take your time. I'll be here."

Naruto softens, tries really hard not to think of the three clean-through sword wounds that traveled the length of Shikamaru's midsection in his nightmare. He swallows, does his best to remind himself that the blood on his tongue isn't real. His smile wavers, turns fragile, but then bounces back to be even bigger than before. "T-thanks, Shikamaru. You're the best."

Shikamaru's cheeks color slightly at the compliment, not expecting it. Avoiding his gaze momentarily, he gently pushes Naruto back down on the bed. "Again, you're welcome. Now…" he moves from the mattress back to his chair so he doesn't crowd his friend, "…get some sleep. For real this time." Sensing he's nervous, he reaches out to squeeze his fingers again, leaving them there. If it'll help him sleep and avoid any more nightmares for the night, he doesn't mind. He offers a reassuring smile. "It'll be fine, you'll see. If I'm wrong, I'll eat my words and do something we both know I think is a total drag."

Naruto laughs, for real this time. It looks like some of his color's finally coming back, too. That's good. "A—" a big yawn interrupts him, and his eyelids start to droop; his exhaustion's rushing back now that he feels warm and safe again, "—all right... Night…Shikamaru…"

He's out like a light in just a few seconds, and that means Shikamaru can finally relax himself. He doesn't plan on sleeping just yet, wanting to make sure Naruto really will be okay first, but he'll get there eventually. Leaning back in his chair, head propped against the wall, he looks out the window at the clear, starry night sky. They might not be clouds, but they'll do.

Something about all this tells Shikamaru that Naruto's recovery won't be as smooth as the last time.

But lucky for him?

This time, he has Shikamaru at his back.

A/N: About Shikamaru here, just in case: while he might be less 'what a drag' than usual, I have my reasons for that. My thinking is that he was really freaked out when he thought Naruto was really gonna die (they all were), he's pissed at Sasuke, as he gets older and more mature (espec following Asuma's death) he says it less (as shown in later eps/movies, so applying it here, lol), and he knows (as much as he can,at least) how hard this must be on Naruto, so he wants to help in any way he can. Plus, helping his friends like this is one of the few things that isn't a drag to him.

Thanks so much for reading! Can't wait to hear what you think!