I like where we are

When we drive in your car

I like where we are

Here

Those days, when I was still a Hidden Leaf shinobi, when we'd spar, when we'd dart through the trees—I still remember them. Now, I wish I'd never left. Revenge means nothing if I can't be with you.

Fear was the only thing that kept me from ravishing you on the training grounds. Would you think I was weird because I had feelings for a boy? Would you be offended because I love you? Even with those fears deep in my heart, I couldn't help but want to be near you.

Your energy, your eyes, your aura, your golden locks; they're all too addictive.

'Cause our lips could touch

And our cheeks could brush

Our cheeks could brush

Here

That night—our first night—in the woods. An innocent spar turned adulterated. I couldn't help myself; you were just so tempting. We were so close for so long as we fought. You'd finally succeeded in catching me off guard and straddled my hips, pinned me to the hard ground.

I just couldn't resist. Your plump, pink lips were staring me right in the face, taunting me. The warmth of those kissable virgin lips was delicious against my mouth. Heat radiated from your body flush against mine; soften from your sunshine-gold locks—it was too much to handle.

So I ran.

Well you are the one

The one that lies close to me

Whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly

I fell in love

In love with you suddenly

Now there's no place else I could be

But here in your arms

Running away didn't fix my problems, didn't break the bonds like I intended. My feelings for you only intensified. Each night after I'd train with that snake of a man, I would lie in my bed thinking of you. Your voice, with your silly "believe it!" and all, rang in my ears. When I heard your voice, I regretted ever leaving you alone like I did.

Then one day, I just couldn't take it anymore. After three long years of reminiscing and beating myself up over that one night, a realization dawned on me.

I was in love with you, Uzumaki Naruto.

So that night, when Orochimaru was asleep, I escaped into the dank night air.

I climbed into your window with the stealth of an s-class ninja that night. Your chest rose and fell with the even rhythm of your breathing. Blonde locked were splayed across the pillow beneath your head. Kyuubi's seal-mark was barely visible from where your shirt rode up. Everything was perfect.

I couldn't help myself.

I crawled next to you and snuggled into your side, my head resting in the crook of your neck. Your hair tickled my forehead as I took in the scent that is purely you; too perfect for words.

You're too perfect for words.

I like where you sleep

When you sleep next to me

I like where you sleep

Here

I've returned to Konoha for good. Itachi is dead. Orochimaru is dead. I've gotten my revenge.

Now it's time to get you.

But I've already got you.

In our cozy home, every night, I take in the beautiful sight of you undressing. I take in the sculpted muscles of your whole body. Your blonde hair still mesmerizes me, after all these years. Blue eyes that blink curiously at my antics still captivate me. You'll never get boring to me. You'll always be my dobe.

And every time you snuggle into my chest after our nightly love making session, I kiss your forehead. All those kisses could be my last gift to you; I could go at any moment.

But for now, Uzumaki Naruto, you shall be mine, and only mine.

Our lips could touch

And our cheeks could brush

Our lips could touch

Here

I'm pinned beneath you right now, Naruto. You have a kunai held to my throat, ready to kill me at any moment.

But I still love you.

I lean in and brush my lips against yours for the last and final time.