uzumengan:
just like an open book— naruto never tried to hide ANYTHING some people might deem ‘intimate’ and ‘secret’. the jincuriki liked both MEN and WOMEN equally — he found both genders to be rather ATTRACTIVE. he had many crushes in his ( short ) life but only one person managed to ( fully ) steal his heart. ❛ ughhhh no —- he’s like a DOG i’m not zoophilic, dattebayo! ❜ the uzumaki grimaced with an obvious disgust ; an unpleasant shiver running down his spine. oh hell no — he’d NEVER find the the inuzuka beautiful or handsome, he had better tastes than…. that. he wondered why sasuke was ( suddenly ) so CURIOUS about his love life, though — he didn’t expect his ex-teammate to care so much about who he might ( or not ) have romantic feelings for. ❛ it’s not about ‘giving up’ in this case —- i just want to make him SAFE and HAPPY, even if we’re not together ! ❜ a selfless kind of love —- he didn’t expect the other man to return his feelings and he wouldn’t try to steal his heart as well. for now, what he ( truly ) needed was a loyal, protective friend and that’s what he’d give him. ❛ loving him — it’s enough for me. ❜ a melancholic but sincere smile ( barely ) bloomed on his lips as he tried to catch a flower carried away by the wind —- as long as he could save his partner, he considered himself LUCKY to exist. to share a bond with him. he shook his head ; a more radiant smile distorting his facial features as he crossed his arms behind his nape. no need to be SO GLOOMY right now ; at least he got a great opportunity to spend some time with the uchiha. perhaps this small interlude would dissipate the darkness in his heart — naruto would never stop believing that there’s a persistent light buried under all his wrath, his grief.
Something ugly wound its way through the pit of his stomach, whispering accusations he knew to be more than truth. They were law. And yet he could not bear to bring himself to admit that he was in the wrong. Not yet. He still had so much farther to go.
“Do you think he feels the same? Even a little?” Curious, because that little feeling which gnawed away at his insides like a festering poison (and he would know all about those) began to sprout a new feeling. One which, when combined with the first, simulated the rising of bile in one’s throat, the watering of one’s mouth. His fault Naruto was in pain. His fault that smile seemed softened with layers of sadness placed one over the other throughout the years apart.
“I’m sure he does. If he means that much to you, he feels exactly the same way...even if he doesn’t show it...”
