Mar 4
Every breath he drew, every gesture he made, every beat of his ravaged heart sang of only one thing — a blood-soaked tale unfolding beneath the violent glow of the crimson moon. But Naruto knew that somewhere deeper than all those visible torments, somewhere at the level of the genome, the white blood cells and the dopamine in the synapses, somewhere behind the veil of hatred clouding those dim, almost sightless irises, an entirely different song was rising — Sasuke was begging for his love.
Narusasu
