Love.

It's a word he had had some trouble digesting.

Not that the concept was foreign to him. It had been a problem because it had been a word that had to be applied to Naruto.

For weeks, Sasuke couldn't understand what was up with him, and the day he had finally found out,

it had took him another few months to accept it. And then, he had been faced with yet another problem.

Bigger than all of the others.

He had fell in love with his best friend. With Naruto. The most oblivious person on Earth.

Sasuke had struggled against this feeling that wouldn't stop creeping up on him whenever

he was near the blond. And when he had given up, when he had admitted that the idiot was the

one his heart was beating for, he found himself in front of the greatest dilemma of his twenty

years of life.

To tell Naruto, or not to tell him?

He had settled to the easiest situation at first.

Pretending like he wasn't attracted at all, pretending like he never had an epiphany

about his blond friend. Didn't work well enough. He'd found himself wishing for the boy's

attention more and more until one day he had just let everything out in the open, uncapable

of holding his feelings back anymore.

And it had paid off. Eventually.

After tears and struggles and angry kisses and shouts and punches, Naruto had finally given up.

And why had he even wanted to struggle ? It was meant to be, was it not ?

And that's how, in complete and utter disorder, it happened…