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Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or any of its characters - no suing please!
Many thanks to Shaq for the beta. Don't know what I'd do without you making my fics readable.
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He stared listlessly out the semi-fogged window and wondered just what he had been thinking before. Everything had stayed the same, unchanged and unmarred by whatever he had done in the past few years. It shouldn't have been a shock to the system; he should've by all means expected this. After all, he was only Uchiha Sasuke; the world didn't stop just because he decided to throw his life into the little hellhole Orochimaru had tricked him into.
What an egotistical bastard he had become.
Pausing at the thought, the corners of his lips twitched upwards before settling back to the expressionless line he had moulded his face to be, all those years ago. Yes, a certain blonde moron would certainly think that. And said blonde would most likely add in 'What? You just realised this now you self-centred prick!' just for good measure. He sighed and settled back into the uncomfortably hard plastic chair that tended to be the norm in hospitals.
Making a conscious effort to ignore the sole occupant of the room - which stupid because he was here to visit and to avoid looking at the moron in the room was making this visit pointless - he glanced at the few vases of flowers Sakura and Ino had left to make the dreary room less gloomy and scoffed. It wasn't like the idiot was awake to even appreciate the brightly coloured daffodils and daisies.
And who was the cause of that, hm? his mind questioned and he scowled. He didn't need his own mind to tell him how low he had fallen. Crossing his arms protectively over his chest, he went back to people watching and picked up where his thoughts had left off.
Just because he was the last Uchiha - Itachi didn't count because picturing the murdering bastard procreating was something his mind could not handle without it imploding - didn't mean the whole of Konohagakure was going to freeze over until his return. The idea was ludicrous and really, he had to give his mind some credit for being able to pull that over his eyes without him questioning any of it.
Of course, no one was going to stop just because he had somehow convinced his already unstable brain that he should leave the one safe haven he had, and run after a power hungry maniac with an unnaturally long tongue, strutting about with a large coil of purple rope tied in a large bow at his back.
And that was exactly what he found when he had been dragged back kicking and screaming bloody murder by an equally loud and angry Naruto. Everything hadn't stopped, not really. People gaped when they saw him, and whispered and gossiped. Things like 'Have you heard that the Uchiha Sasuke is back?' or 'Yes, the poor clan. The founders would be rolling over in their graves if they could just see what has happened to such a strong prestigious family.' and Sasuke's favourite 'Did you know that he was reduced to being a plaything for that traitor?' circulated like wildfire. That was before the Fifth Hokage stepped in when a visibly upset, and very injured Naruto - if Sasuke looked like he had been mauled by a pack of hell hounds, Naruto was close to looking like Death itself - threatened to rip off the gossipers' heads and feed them to Gamabunta while coughing up masses amounts of blood.
Everyone had shut up after that and life resumed. People shopped, children squalled their little heads off, parents shushed and puttered after their young, and he had been carted off to a secure hospital room until they decided what they were going to do with him. The moron received the same treatment - minus the secure room - before the blonde's body decided it was a good time to declare that it had thrown in the towel by keeling over and acquainting itself with the ground.
What happened after that was something of a blur. He had been brought before the Council and sentenced, and he found himself amused by the fact that they couldn't really punish him. It was true that he had been forbidden to leave Konohagakure - ever - and if he did, the hunter-nins were going to kill him instead of bringing him back alive; he was under constant watch, but it was more a slap on the wrist than a full out you-have-committed-a-heinous-crime-and-you-shall-be-punished-by-having-your -legs-broken penalty. He was still mostly free to do as he pleased and no one came near him.
The fact that he had reinserted back into life here as though he had never left at all didn't exactly make the punishment that terrible. Sakura was no different from when he had left, although there was a tightness to the corners of her eyes every time she tried to talk to him, and the rookie nine were as distant as ever - but he had never been part of the group to begin with - and Kakashi was still an observant pervert.
And he was still alone like always.
He sighed and frowned. While he had mused over the happenings of the last few months, the moron had done nothing but lay in a hospital bed throughout that time. It seemed that whatever Naruto had pulled to get him back the had trapped him in his mind and was now slowly but surely fighting a losing battle in his head. Against what, Sasuke honestly couldn't guess.
Everyone had been upset and distraught by the news, and Sasuke himself wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. He had been angry at first - anger tended to be his fail-safe emotion - and then confusion had settled in. The blonde had saved him, he wouldn't deny that, but at a cost. He hadn't really expected it. Yes, he had done the same thing all those years back, but surely that had been a spur of the moment thing and nothing else, right? He didn't truly care that much about a blonde moron who couldn't get anything right even if he tried way back then. 'Course not! And the idiot shouldn't be feeling the need to get someone as worthless and stupid as himself back at the cost of his life.
His frown turned sour.
“Stupid moron,” he muttered darkly, and he flicked at Naruto's forehead. The idiot was lost in lala-land and he couldn't complain to the nurse that he was being picked on anyway. “If you fucking die because you couldn't find your own damn way out of your stupid head then you deserve to be stuck there!”
Leaning over the guardrail that flanked the sides of the bed, Sasuke poked and prodded the slightly shrunken body. “Come on you,” he huffed. “Wake up.” Jabbing some more, he swiped angrily at his eyes - he was not crying! - and growled.
“Moron, wake up!” he yelled angrily. “If you fucking die - If you fucking give up I will never let you live this down. I'll fucking taunt you about this forever and you'll never be rid of me! So fucking wake up!”
The only response he received was the minute movements of the other's chest. His shoulders slumped - Uchiha Sasuke was giving up so easily? - and he stood on shaky legs. God help him. If Naruto never woke up.....
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. No. He had been coming here everyday for the past three months; his efforts were not going to waste!
“Wake up, you moron,” he muttered, eyes misting over. “I really will run you through with my chidori this time if you don't.”
Not giving the bed another glance, he marched out of the room and closed the door. He knew he was going to be back tomorrow - he knew he was going to repeat the day over and over again - so really, there was no need to look back. It was going to be the same anyway. Why he bothered coming back, though, was a question he was unwilling to answer.
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The beeping and whirring of the various monitors filled the quiet room with their noise, and while the sun began its daily journey towards to the West. Birds chirped and the wind blew. The world spun on its axis and continued its monotonous course.
No one was there to notice the slight twitching of a tanned finger and the dry croak that filled the oxygen mask.
“You..... wish..... bastard.”
Author's note: I have no idea what this is. This just came to me and was written in a few hours so it is ultra cliché (cringes). I blame it on being plagued by nothing but unhealthy amounts of chibi-Naruto and Yondy-papa. But yes, look Ma! I wrote angst! (bounces proudly)
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