I shall conquer the world! Well, actually I am just trying out new stuff. Hmm, this is my first war fanfiction and I am quite fond of it. I hope the war and medical terms are not too hard or confusing, but I felt that they were needed to create -hopefully- a realistic story. I would like to hear what you think, since this genre is new to me and I just want to know if you enjoyed it :)
I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke / Sasuke x Naruto
Summary: War is unfair, but somebody has to fight. You have got your partner beside you, yet sometimes bullets are too fast. Are you willing to sacrifice everything for the one you love, Naruto? What if he is your partner? (NaruSasu, rated M for SEX)
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
I have started to like the walks in the parks although I need my walking stick with me. It is kind of ironic, since I am barely twenty-five years old. I have got my own apartment near the centre and I have started to read books again. My life as a soldier seems so far away. The only thing besides my legs which remind me of the time is the picture of me and Sasuke when we graduated the military academy together. Does he look as radiating as he did back then, I wonder?
The morning paper states that the war is over and we have won. It took so many lives and lasted almost two years. The victory is widely rejoiced although so many had to give up their lives so we could have one nation, our nation under our own regime.
The saddest facts are the letters that are sent to the families to inform that their sons or fathers have died defending their country. I hate how the letter praises the dead saying that they died with pride and in order to save others' lives. Why did no one save them? Why our nation sacrificed its sons and daughters for a cause that does not make up the damage done?
After loosing the ability to walk, I understood that no war will justify the loss one suffers because of a war. I do not know where my beloved one is, I do not even know if he is still alive or if anyone saved him. I would have and still would sacrifice my all for him. Now it just kills me that he might be lying covered in blood somewhere.
I sit and sip my tea folding the paper with my right hand since it is easier with it. Someone knocks on my door and I sigh. Every morning I fear the letter informing me that Sasuke is dead. Neither of us has a family so we are bind to each other like that. I limp to the door with my walking stick, and hands trembling I open the door.
The one I see behind the door is someone I never thought I would see. Sasuke is bruised and he still has his ripped uniform on him. The scars on his face and hands do not bleed anymore, but he looks like something the cat dragged in.
His eyes are puffy, yet he looks proud and elegant in my eyes. My walking stick lets out a knock as it drops on to the floor and he just embraces me. I encircle my hands around him and I cannot help the tears and he cries too, his body shaking like an autumn leaf. Oh God, he sobs and we both drop on to our knees and keep holding each other like there were no tomorrow.
I kiss his forehead and I thank God that my prayers were heard. I take him by the hand and walk him into the bathroom. I prepare the bath water so it is just the right temperature. I help him to get into the bathtub and I clean his scars and wounds. He has closed his eyes and looks like sleeping. After we are done with cleansing, I help him out of the tub and I say to him that I will go and make some tea.
He halts me with his hand and he pulls me close. There was a bigger war inside my head, he whispers. No amount of pain could erase the fact that you were not there with me, he continues and squeezes my shoulder. My life does not exist outside yours, he smiles sadly and I am silent. It is my turn to brush my lips against his and our salty tears mix together.
We kiss fervently and he slides his hand on my skin. He unbuttons my shirt and lets it drop on to the floor. Let me be your eyes and you, be my hands, I whisper and he smiles. He undresses me, since it is hard for me to bend. I take him by the hand and lead him into my bedroom. His hand feels rough and edgy and I kiss it gently.
We lie down on my bed and move so close to each other that we can feel one another's breathe. I run my fingers on his scars and he does the same with mine. He presses his moist lips on my neck and licks it and kisses it. I feel warm waves hit my body as I let love ravish me. How much this differs from the last time…
We touch each other everywhere, learn every bump and pit in each other's body. You do not have to get up, he says and raises his body above mine. His eyes shine like two diamonds as he towers above me and I just fear that this is a dream. He spreads his legs and sets himself to the right ankle. I just watch him as he takes my right hand and leads it to his backside.
I begin to fondle the skin around his hole and he whimpers. I push my finger in and he just closes his eyes and enjoys my finger moving in and out. Soon he halts me again and moves my hand. He lowers his body and with the help of his hands takes me in. The flashes from the last time fill my mind and I start to caress his inner thighs.
The warmness entangles me in a soft haze. He moves up and down without caring for his wounds, just filling us both with love and yearning. I pull him into a passionate kiss and I help him move. My left hand makes goose pimples, since it is quite chilly and I apologize to him. He just laughs and kisses me.
We ended up making love the whole night and neither of us wanted to cum, we just wanted to swim in that ocean of passion and love that was us. I just made love to him, him sitting on me and when he came, he filled my ears with such lovely sounds that it made me cum too. He kept sitting on me huffing and puffing and I squeezed him closer so I could drown in him and his scent.
I love you, I muffled to him and his tears just rolled down my shoulder. I love you too, he whispered back eyes closed. I pressed my head against his chest and I could hear how his heart was beating like it was about to explode. Stay, I said. I promise, he replied and cuddled up to me. We fell asleep after the heat had faded away, leaving only pleasant silence and tenderness.
That night I saw a dream where I sat in my wheelchair in the same park when Sasuke left and disappeared alongside the sun. This time I waited and waited and then, after an eternity, I saw him walking to me wearing the same black suit. He smiled like the sun while walking and my heart skipped a beat or two. I woke up to the dream and when I opened my eyes, I saw Sasuke sleeping next to me. I just ended up watching him sleep next to me; how his chest rose and lowered due to his breathing.
After awhile, I brush his hair and whisper to him that war alters people but saves others. I lost a lot but gained much more, you, I say and he just purrs in his sleep. I smile and I kiss his forehead, tomorrow I will make you the best breakfast you have ever had and to that thought, I fall asleep.
The next morning I do what I silently promised the night before. He walks to me and hugs me from behind. Morning love, he says and I just smile. We sit and start eating breakfast together. I think I resign too, working in the army is not for me, he says thoughtfully.
We both walk into the main building and he tells the patrons what he intended to. While telling, he takes me by the hand and says to them that his -our- war is over and we just walk away hand in hand. Our figures vanish into the scenery alongside with the sun and no one can say we did not fight for this.