A/N: UGH SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG LIKE I WAS SO BUSY AND SHIT AND SCHOOL STARTED FOR ME UGHHHHHHHH!

BUT ANYWAYS! HERE'S THE SECOND PART MY LOVELIES! SASUNARU! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE! (SORRY THAT IT'S SHORTER THAN PART 1)

PART 2

Sasuke had never liked the smell of blood.

Neither had he ever been fond of the taste.

He didn't know how long they've been laying there, just staring into each other's eyes. Their bodies hurt beyond any other time, and their chakra levels were dangerously low; to the point that neither of them could find the energy to even move.

Naruto discovered that Sasuke's eyes weren't as onyx as people tend to believe. In fact, they were a dark gray, that if you look as closely as Naruto was currently looking, you could see the emotions that the raven was trying so hard to hide.

There was a sense of tiredness in those eyes.

A sense of emptiness.

As if all hope has been lost.

Naruto had the sickening feeling he has felt this before. That he had seen those orbs reflect such depressing and apathetic emotions. And that he had suffered for them.

The moon was high up in the field that had now widened in size, coincidently showering Naruto with its light, and shadowing Sasuke, who was right next to him. It was as if the world could see it too.

The difference between them.

Sasuke had learned throughout experience in his life, and maybe another's, that when a spark in those blue eyes enlightened them, it signified a defiance. A yearning.

A determination.

Naruto has always been unpredictable.

But so has been Sasuke.

The blond somehow managed to not only shift his body to the side, away from Sasuke, but also grabbed Sasuke's wrist, dragging him up closer to him, to where the moon shined above them.

Sasuke shouldn't have been surprised.

But he was.

Specially when their noses were brushing, eyes never leaving the intense gaze they seemed to both be lost to.

Naruto opened his trembling lips. "I-I'm sorry."

Sasuke blinked. 'Sorry? Why? Why are you sorry?'

Naruto gave him a heartbreaking smile. "For losing you once."

It was raining.

And it was cold.

Hashirama didn't know how long he had been standing there.

All he knew was that he felt empty.

Empty.

He finally fell to his knees, head bowed, the weapon sliding out of his grasp, the rain matting his long brown hair covering his face. His hands by his sides were motionless.

Just like the body in front of him.

A sob coming out of his throat shocked Hashirama, as if he didn't realize he had been crying and making awful heart wrenching wails ever since his best friend fell lifelessly on the ground.

His best friend.

His lover.

His life.

"M-Madara..." Hashirama gasped between his sobs, stretching out a shaking hand to the body.

The body.

It was just a body now.

Hashirama let out a short yell as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He dashed on his hands and knees, not caring the slightest about his own severe injuries. He turned the suddenly heavy body so it could fall on his lap, and he was presented with a face he loved.

A face that had a smile.

A smile.

The sight choked him, one of his trembling hands lightly touching the cold pale cheek.

His eyes were open.

His eyes were empty.

Empty.

'Empty.'

Hashirama's body stilled, quieting down as he stared into those orbs. Those eyes. The window to his lover's soul.

He had no soul.

Not anymore.

And it was because of him.

Hashirama cradled Madara's body closer to his chest, digging his face into his lover's freezing neck. His dark hazel eyes were wide, tears rolling down his cheeks as the sobs that broke throughout his soul echoed all around.

Madara.

No one understood the Uchiha. But Hashirama did.

He did.

Memories were drowning him deeper into his sorrow.

Madara's smirk.

The day they met.

Madara's full blown childish smile.

The day they made a pact for a peace they both wanted.

Madara's friendly sympathetic pat.

The day Itama died.

Madara's shouts and insults, and yells, and scowls and laughs.

Every day.

Madara's tears.

The day he stood in front of Izuna's grave.

Madara's anger.

The day he was defeated.

Madara's hand firmly gripping the kunai meant to end Hashirama's life.

The day they achieved their dreams.

Madara's eternal mangekyo sharingan.

The day Hashirama lost Madara to insanity.

Madara's cry of pleasure.

The day they made love.

Madara's first adult smile.

The day Uchiha Madara died in the hands of Senju Hashirama.

Hashirama screamed.

He was holding Madara's lifeless body tightly, screaming and shouting out his pain. A pain so deep that his whole body shook.

That made his soul break.

Because a part of it had been taken away.

It had been taken away by Madara.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hashirama cried.

Uchiha Madara.

The running man.

That left a shattered soul in its wake.

Sasuke jerked reflexively when he felt Naruto's hand on his cheek.

Naruto didn't say anything.

Sasuke frowned in confusion. "Y-You dobe..."

Naruto chuckled, but it was forced. "Teme."

"I'm not returning."

"You don't have much of a choice now."

"I won't consent to anything."

"You don't have to. I'll make you."

Sasuke gridded his teeth. "Why do you keep pestering me?! I don't understand!"

"You don't need to understand."

Sasuke snarled, attempting and failing on pulling away from the hold on his face. He let out an exasperated yell. "Naruto!"

"Sasuke." Naruto's smile widened, if possible. "I've caught you."

Sasuke swallowed thickly, glaring into those way too gleeful eyes that made his so called frozen heart clench.

"And I'm never letting go."

It's been weeks.

Since the Great Uchiha Madara's death.

And yet her husband had not come back.

Mito stared, sitting down a chair facing the window that revealed a beautiful garden in a rainy day. She watched Hashirama standing in the middle of it, drenched, facing the sky.

She didn't know if it was rain or tears on her husband's face.

"Mito-sama."

She turned to face her brother-in-law. "He's a shell, Tobirama."

Tobirama remained silent, observing his older sibling's motionless body.

Mito closed her eyes painfully, hugging herself closely, trying to find comfort in some way or another as she whispered her words. "He's gone. Madara took him from us."

Tobirama remained stoic.

"He's a walking corpse. I can't even sense his chakra."

Tobirama remained emotionless.

"He's dying. Slowly. And we can't stop it."

Tobirama remained impassive.

"Tobirama..." Mito muttered, tears escaping her onyx eyes.

He faced her.

"He wants to die."

Tobirama gridded his teeth, his face flaring into uncontainable fury. He swiftly turned on his heel, marching toward the garden. His feet splashed on the small puddles, he was growling with obsolete anger. When he was inches away from beating and berating the older man, Hashirama spoke to his younger brother for the first time since Madara's death.

"You know...I never understood how you could've done it."

Tobirama froze. He stared at his older brother's back. "What?"

Hashirama tilted his head just a bit, so his left eye was looking at Tobirama almost pitifully. "I never understood how you could kill him."

Tobirama blinked, his body rigid. "You knew?"

Hashirama laughed hollowly, gazing at the clouded gray sky with a taunting and fake smile. "You're stronger than I ever was. Both our soulmates died, you moved on, yet I cannot. You will be an amazing Hokage."

The rain seemed to be pouring harder.

Tobirama closed his eyes, his fists clenched by his sides. "It's...not entirely like that. He-"

"Kill me."

Tobirama's eyes widened, a gasp escaping from the words he never hoped to hear from his only family. "W-What?"

Hashirama turned completely to face his younger brother with a wide empty smile and eyes. "I'm sorry, but I must ask the same thing Izuna asked of you."

Tobirama gaped, taking a step back. "N-No...You can't!"

Hashirama fell to his knees, his body shaking with an odd maniacal laughter while tears streamed freely on his face. "Please. End this sorrow, end this pain. If you had an ounce of love for me, kill me."

Tobirama screamed a little from the frustration, his watering eyes blurring his vision. It could not be happening again.

'This can't be happening again!'

"I won't! You're Hokage!" Tobirama yelled.

"You'll take my place, otouto." Hashirama closed his eyes, throwing his head back so he could feel the freezing drops of rain hit his face like needles. It barely hurt. "Please."

"You should carry on your dream, brother!" Tobirama was shouting now, trying his best to push Hashirama away from the edge leading to insanity. "It was Madara's dream too! I-"

"I'll meet him again." Hashirama opened his eyes and again, an astonishing thing happened.

His eyes shined with determination. But most of all, with life.

It left Tobirama breathless.

Hashirama grinned heartedly. "I'll see him again. And this time, this time..."

"This time?" Tobirama kneeled in front of his brother, slowly taking out his sword.

Hashirama chuckled, raising his arms out, his eyes closing, but the smile was still as radiant as ever. That smile that made everyone believe in him.

"This time I'll catch him."

"Ah!"

Naruto gasped, throwing his head back as the shivers coursing through his veins intensified. He moaned, pushing his hips against his lover's, grunting from the extreme pleasure of finally having him inside. Of finally becoming one with the man he had loved his whole life. And maybe another's.

Sasuke grunted, closing his eyes tightly, one of his hands grabbing the blond hair sprawled on the ground while the other gripped his lover's hip roughly, rocking back, almost pulling out completely before thrusting back in until he was fully seated within the forcefully accommodating flesh once more. Naruto cried out briefly, biting his bottom lip, resisting the urge to scream in pure ecstasy, the dirt bunching in his hands as the electric pleasure resonating in every pulse of his heart. Before he could recover, Sasuke was thrusting deep within him again, creating aftershocks of barely containable sensations that left Naruto panting, his breath leaving him.

Neither were sure how they had gotten this far. Sasuke had angrily lashed on Naruto after the blond spoke the words, and they had began to wrestle with the last bit of strength they had. Somehow, the fighting had turned into frantic humping, and now they were here.

It was heart wrenching. It was cruel. It was painful. Yet it was beautiful. So beautiful. They could feel it. They could feel their sufferings becoming dust, they could feel a desperation they weren't sure was theirs, to be closer. To finally be one. Their souls were shaking as hard as their bodies, struggling within the human shells they were encased in, to reach out. To hold each other again. Again. They were internally screaming, hearts picking up a startling pace. Their souls were shouting. They were crying out. To remember. To remember. Remember.

Naruto's moans and mewls became louder as Sasuke's control evaporated and the raven resumed to slam into his body, digging his back to the ground. There were tears.

Tears of pain.

Tears of relief.

Tears of joy.

Sasuke groaned Naruto's name, opening his eyes and nearly coming as he stared down, mesmerized by the erotic vision Naruto made as he continued to pound into the all too willing body below him. The raven pulled his lover's legs tighter over his shoulders, their red faces close and waiting for the blond to open his eyes.

He didn't.

Sasuke sobbed a little, for some reason. He was desperate. He wanted to see those eyes, he needed them so much right now. He felt like he was a whole different person. Yet he has never felt more alive. He tugged on Naruto's hair, their lips, for the first time tonight, brushing each other.

Naruto's eyes snapped open as an electricity ran through him, making him frantically drag Sasuke down by the nape of his neck, pulling him down to his face, their eyes locked.

Their eyes revealed everything.

Everything.

A flash of faces.

Itachi.

Izuna.

Jiraiya.

Tobirama.

Sakura.

Mito.

Madara.

Hashirama.

"Sasuke!" Naruto smiled, tears falling down like waterfalls.

"Naruto." Sasuke connected their lips to a passionate kiss. They bit and sucked on each other's lips until they gave in to the need for more. Their kiss deepened, hot and consuming as their tongues plunged and slid against each other. Their souls were intertwined.

Just like their fate.

Finally, they broke apart and Naruto fell back onto the ground, breathless and writhing, while Sasuke lifted his hips higher in order to resume his manic thrusts. Their skin slapping together, along with their loud panting and moans, was the only sound in the forest. Naruto screamed, arching under the raven above him, as Sasuke's cock pounded harder onto his prostate, Sasuke attacking his neck when it was presented to him by the blond, who had thrown his head back from the unbearable pleasure. Their gazes never broke.

They were close.

But they needed something else.

They needed unspoken words to finally be said out loud.

Sasuke bit the tan skin, bruising it as he spoke. "Naruto, I-"

Naruto shook his head madly, suddenly digging his hands into the black tendrils and forcing Sasuke's head up to face him, their lips sloppily locking into another wild and heated kiss. The intractable pace causing their moist bodies to jerk. Naruto bit Sasuke's earlobe when the raven lowered his face so they were cheek to cheek. He could feel the raven's panting on his neck.

Naruto pressed his lips close to Sasuke's ear.

He whispered the words.

Words filled with so much emotion, so much struggling.

So much love.

Sasuke gasped loudly as he came, coating Naruto's insides with his warm seed. The raven was sobbing, his eyes closing in pure bliss.

He finally found it.

He finally found peace.

Naruto shrieked a little, his nails digging into the Uchiha's shoulders, the feeling of being filled until no more with such a meaningful liquid pushing him to the edge, his cum sputtering between their abdomens and chest.

He finally has him.

The running man.

He finally has him in his arms.

"I love you."

Sakura stared at the graves in front of her, already decorated with numerous of flowery. She shifted her gaze unto the two statues standing tall and huge above Konoha like guardians.

Her hands clenched harder on the tulips in her grasp.

"It's hard to believe it, isn't it?"

Sakura simply nodded. But it wasn't that hard to believe at all. Naruto's overuse on the nine-tails chakra had cost him an early death. And Sasuke's depression was too grave for anyone to heal him.

Hinata stood beside the pink haired female, her hands filled with her own white roses. They were silent for a while, the wind picking up and causing their dresses to flap quietly.

"I miss them."

"Me too."

"I loved them. So much."

Hinata smiled, closing her eyes and extending one hand for the girl next to her to hold. Sakura grasped it like a lifeline.

"They're in a better place."

"Hopefully."

Hinata laughed sadly, smile widening, confusing Sakura.

"And they're together again."

A blond man growled under his breath, utterly pissed. He marched through the pedestrians walking way too sluggishly for his own liking. They were in Japan, for Buddha's sake! And it was morning! Why were they all so peaceful?! They were all too slow, goddamitt! He was going to be late if they didn't hurry up and he couldn't have that! It was his first day at work!

Apparently, he wasn't the only one in a hurry. Unfortunately, the other person happened to be going the opposite way.

"Ow!"

"Shit!"

The two men slammed against each other, sending them on their butts to the hard pavement. The blond sighed, quickly retrieving his things that had fallen out of his grasp before the uncaring people still walking by them stepped on them. He quickly grabbed a phone that must've been from the other male before it could smashed down by a heel.

He extended the phone to the man when they both stood up hurriedly. "You should be more careful, dude."

The other man scowled, snatching the phone away. "I was in a hurry."

The blond was about to respond until he suddenly paused, a sense of déjà vu hitting him when he looked at the male's face.

The raven rolled his gray eyes at the dumb look he was receiving. "Whatever, thanks." He ran passed the blond, who gasped and turned around quickly, watching the running man go.

He stared numbly at the man's back, the pedestrians going by hitting him with their shoulders and shooting him annoyed looks. But he could care less.

That man.

Why did he feel like he had known him?

He sighed, shaking his head and reminding himself he was late for work. He swiftly turned on his heel and was going to start running to his own due destination until his foot suddenly stepped on something plastic, making him stop. He blinked, glancing down and picking up the ID card of a Uchiha Corporations employee.

"Uchiha Kaimei, huh?" Namikaze Akari smirked.

THE END

A/N: Sooo? What did you guys think?! Sorry I didn't give you guys a full lemon, but I was just so emotional while writing this, so I didn't feel the pervertedness kicking in xD

So, REVIEW! Pretty please?! I worked hard on it!

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Notes:

Akari means 'light, illumination, glow, gleam'

Kaimei means 'darkness'

Ironic, huh? xD

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~NaoHinaMuza