The Crow and The Butterfly

Note: This was originally posted on how2live's profile. It has no dialogue. I am mostly responsible for the idea - it is mostly written by her, I did a few touch ups, she said I could post it because she is taking all of her stories down.

What Naruto does after Sasuke dies AU Oneshot NaruSasu - More drabble than oneshot

It wrote this based off the song The Crow and The Butterfly by Shinedown it's a really good song I suggest listening to it. I don't own anything regarding Naruto.

Young, blonde man stood in the middle of a room staring at the walls. He was covered in paint, sweat, and tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks. His name was Uzumaki Naruto and person whose room he was painting was Uchiha Sasuke. He was trying to paint away what happened just the week before. Naruto dropped the roller out of his hand as he looked at the finished room and walked out. He looked at the clock to see that it was midnight.

He looked around the room to see pictures everywhere of Sasuke. It hurt too much to look at them. Everything was his fault, or at least that was how it felt. It was only a week ago that he was holding Sasuke in his arms and Sasuke was being stupid and getting high, and then suddenly he slipped away. It all happened so fast and he wasn't able to save him, all he could do was watch, terrified and paralyzed. As he stood in his living room, all he could see was a ghost staring back at him.

He started to take the pictures off the wall, silently wrapping them in newspaper before he put them in the box. He frowned as he remembered all the good times they had and thought of how there was no possibility of them having any others. He looked toward the bookshelf, saw all of Sasuke's books, and let out a sigh. He picked up the ones that were scattered around the room in various places and started putting them all to the top shelf, the one he wouldn't notice. He didn't have the heart to put them all away, as Sasuke loved his books far too much so he merely moved them up.

He rubbed his eyes; it felt as if it had been a century sense he had last slept. He had spent that night in the hospital as they tried to revive Sasuke, only to pronounce him dead. He couldn't sleep since then, it had been a week and yet he couldn't sleep. He felt like it was hard to breath and part of him just wanted to punch something for taking Sasuke away so soon.

Yet he felt like it was entirely fault. Because he was the one who introduced Sasuke to drugs, however he was also the one who got out of drugs first. He had been trying to get him off, as he saw him going down a bad path, but Sasuke wouldn't listen. He felt that if only he would have tried sooner, he could have saved him.

The excuses that Sasuke used to give for needing the drugs haunted him. He would tell him the stories from his past that he wanted to forget and how the drugs helped him, which was how Naruto knew he was in too deep.

As he thought more about it, he thought he should have never gone after Sasuke, it was like a crow chasing a butterfly, he was never meant to be a part of Sasuke's world. Sasuke was a beautiful butterfly that was never meant to be his, otherwise why would he be taken away from him so soon? He sat in the living room, it felt bare without Sasuke's presence, and he felt that he could never get used to the feeling of loneliness again.

The End