What happens when Sasuke joins Akatsuki...if he kidnaps Naruto...what if he realises his folly...will he be forgiven...
Deidara is abused by the entire Akatsuki...if Itachi helps him...but then something happens...he hates Itachi now and Itachi dies...
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Sasuke's POV
I was infuriated beyond words. Why in the world did Naruto think it was a good idea to take me to that restaurant? All it led to was getting caught and me using a transformation jutsu to turn into a girl.
"Sasuke," Naruto's voice reached me, pulling my attention away from my anger.
"Hn," I replied curtly. At least now, I wouldn't feel overly guilty while kidnapping Naruto.
"I am really sorry... I didn't think of any of this. Please believe me, I will never let anything harm you. I'm just a bit of a dumbass."
A few tears welled up in his bright blue eyes. I felt a strange mix of emotions at the sight—irritation, tenderness, and an overwhelming desire to ease his pain. I never wanted to see sadness in his eyes; they should always reflect his vibrant spirit. I loved the soothing quality of his voice, the way it could erase worries in an instant.
'But tonight, my actions would shatter that. He would never utter such words to me again, not after what I was planning to do.'
My heart ached with the knowledge.
***
"So, do you forgive me?", He lowers his head a little, to hide his emotions I think...
He was asking me for forgiveness. It should have been the other way around, even though deep down, I knew I wouldn't be granted any forgiveness.
"Sasuke, I'm sorry.", he says sniffling...
'Fuck, it's hard to stay angry with him. And I needed to stay angry, to maintain my resolve in capturing him.'
He began to cry softly.
'Damn it.'
And I didn't even respond, due to my thoughts... allowing him to think I was still upset. And then he started sobbing more openly, his tears soaking my chest as I drew him closer into a tight embrace.
"Sasuke, I-I don't even know what to say anymore."
My chest is filled with a funny feeling...like its in a steel armour and someone is shrinker it slowly...the lump in my neck also starts to hurt again...
I would betray him...and that realization strikes me like a dagger. I didn't want to do this, but my path seemed irreversibly set.
"Naruto, it's alright. People make mistakes. I forgive you. Don't cry," I said softly, wiping his tears with my thumb, my touch gentle against his cheeks. I didn't understand why, but I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss.
Interrupted by a loud growl from my stomach.
"Damn it, I hardly had two bites of ramen."
"Sasuke, should I make tomato soup?"
"You know how to cook?" I was surprised. I didn't expect that from the dobe...
"Of course, teme. How else do you think I survive? Although, I do make ramen more often."
"I prefer tomato soup."
"Sure. I'll be back in a bit."
***
"Sasuke, it's ready."
"Thanks." I accepted the bowl of hot soup, savoring every bite. These might be the last moments where I could enjoy his company, his gestures of kindness.
Tears streaked my face as I ate, my emotions a mix of gratitude, sorrow, and guilt.
"I'm sorry, Naruto." I kept sobbing into his shoulder, his warmth and the wetness of my tears blending into an intimate embrace.
"For what, Sasuke?"
"I can't tell you." How could I possibly confess my intentions? It was an unspoken burden that I carried.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me," he said, his words surprisingly gentle.
Oh, if you only knew, Naruto.
"But if you ever do want to talk, I'll be here to listen."
'Yeah, I bet you would, Naruto.'
I leaned into him, and he lifted me up and placed me gently on his bed. A small peck on my forehead and he moved to sleep on the floor. But I stopped him, "Stay."
"Nani?"
"Sleep with me please..."
"Sure."
He laid down, and I pressed myself close to him, seeking comfort from his presence. Phase 1 was complete, my anxiety grew as I approached the next phase. My thoughts churned in a whirlwind of emotions.
Did I love him? Was that why this was so difficult? I've never felt guilt for taking lives, but the thought of causing him pain was almost unbearable.
I don't know... I truly don't. I never felt this way for him before... but there were instances, like when he saved me from Haku's needles, moments I wouldn't have had with Sakura... only him or Itachi... Thoughts of Itachi were swiftly suppressed. He would never forgive me, nor would I permit him to.
Perhaps I do love Naruto. I-I... I've never felt guilty about killing anyone, yet the idea of hurting him is inconceivable. I can't betray him.
"I love you, Naru," I whispered into the quiet darkness.
"I love you too, Sasuke," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.
I just wanted him to know. To know that despite everything, despite what I was about to do, I truly loved him.
***
I woke up. It was around 2 in the morning. Carefully, I extricated myself from Naruto's warm embrace. His frown deepened in his sleep.
"Go back to sleep, Naru," I whispered, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
"Hmmm."
I moved closer, intent on my plan. But then he stirred, and I panicked, hiding both my hands behind my back.
"Give me your hand," he said, his voice thick with sleep.
Does he suspect something? I handed him my free hand.
"The one with the chains, teme."
He knew. I swallowed nervously, then reluctantly brought forth my other hand.
He guided both of his hands into the cuffs and turned towards me.
"Lock it," he instructed, his lips touching my forehead in a fleeting kiss.
What the hell? Was he inviting his own capture?
"WHAT?" I blurted out, shock coursing through me. How could he be so casual about this?
