The Last Gift (Sasuke fanfic)

Hachi

Naruto POV

Ama's funeral was underserved. There was only me and Kakashi at the service. No strangers, no friends, no loved ones, but I still said my eulogy to empty pews. 

As an attempt to hide from Sasuke, her last request was for me to send Sasuke a voice mail saying that she actually going to Australia for the rest of her life and never come back. Sakura told me that when Sasuke heard that, he chucked his phone on the ground so hard it shattered, then stormed out the door. 

"He loved her so much. How could she do that?" Sakura had complained. I quietly tapped the end button, and thought back to their love. Knowing Sasuke, Ama was right in saying that Sasuke will die with her when she leaves, and apparently breaking his heart was better than killing him. I sighed at their destructive love, rubbing my temple. Sitting on the armchair beside Ama's death bed, I can still imagine, hear her light breathing with the occasional whistle instead of a snore. 

And she claims that she can't whistle. 

Soon night settled on the city like a blanket, and I watched in part fascination as the lights blinked to life, breathing beauty to the otherwise dead horizon. Night was where Sasuke searched for freedom after he canceled their engagement. The same shackles now binds Sasuke and I, and everyday I struggle to move with the burden of unrequited love. 

He searches for freedom in others, I search it in alcohol. 

***

"One more of your strongest vodka!" I yelled at the barista, the back of my hand struggling to support my head. The barista hurried off, occasionally glancing at me worryingly. 

"Hey sexy, you were fantastic," a familiar voice that once comforted me for years now stirred hatred and wrath as I spun around, and glared at an unfamiliar sight. 

Sasuke was holding a bottle of sake, and both arms was occupied with a bar girl. The one on the right's dress sparkled, and for a moment she became Ama. 

Then I blinked, and revealed that she had wrong coloured eyes. 

"YOU!" drunk and angry, I stormed across, grabbed a fist full of Sasuke's hair and yanked him up. The girls left, leaving him dazed, with a sneer on his face. 

"Oh look it's the cheater. I thought you went with that bitch," Sasuke spat, pushing me away. Blinded by rage, I shoved him into a table, and he went crashing, buried in the empty cans. The customers there screamed and scattered. 

"Wake up! Can't you see what you're doing with your life?" I screamed, yanking him by the collar of his shirt. He regained his balance and punched my face with fury. I stumbled back, holding my stinging cheek. 

"What, apart from trying to numb the pain?" he shot back, prowling forward. I swept my leg under him, and he fell on his back. I straddled him, elbow on his throat. 

"SHE...SHE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING JUST FOR YOU TO LIVE ON! AT HER FUNERAL, THERE WAS ONLY ME AND KAKASHI. ME AND KAKASHI!" I yelled, but by the end of the sentence, I was a sobbing mess. 

"W...what?"

"She was diagnosed...with leukaemia. Fatal leukaemia. She didn't want you to suffer, and in your worst moments, die, so she came up with a plan to pretend to cheat on you with me. She called it the last gift she can ever give you, and in her final moments she smiled because you were alive," I choked out to a shocked Sasuke. 

"I..."

"It is true that you will go with her if she didn't make you hate her, right?" I added softly, and after a long time, he nodded. 

"Then cherish this last gift, the ultimate sacrifice," I said, just as the police siren sounded.