Yandere Sasuke x Naruto

Chapter 12

Wet, cold pellets drip across his defeated body. The crisp smell of nature didn't calm the crumbling of his heart. Naruto's blue eyes stare into the bleak sky. The gloom that hindered the atmosphere reflected his mood.
A clack of thunder rattled the earth, but he alone felt still.

Weary eyes tears away from his stark resemblance: sick of its depressing appearance. Freezing hands wipe at his cheeks. A shivering thumb passes over the dry tear tracks, their cold touch felt like death itself.

"Everyone is gone; taken by law enforcement. It's unfair." He whispers.
A flash of lightning illuminates the dreary sky, revealing a new world.
'But then again, this should be a good thing, no?' A chip on his shoulder comments, 'This is everything you could've asked for. The person who tormented you and his loyal followers are all caught, presumably to never see light of day again. You can live a normal life now—start over.' A quaky tug on his lips pull upwards.

The abysmal light is gone as quickly as it came.
Another chip, more down to earth, contradicts the other's thoughts,  'But Sasuke has a specialty of getting himself out of the law hands. His "freedom" would be nothing but a short film that even HE would forget.'
Naruto's lips fall into a straight line.

Torn between his own thoughts, he brushes them both off. Gathering his mopey body off the soiled ground, he rises and heads inside the ravaged building.
His nose inhale gun powder, furniture are flipped or have bullet holes in them, appliances are sprawled on the ground (probably broken), decorations are tossed or torn. If he didn't witness what happened prior, he'd think the place had been ransacked.

He travels up the stairs and goes into a room he had familiarized with. Opening the door, the room appeared to have not went through anything significant unlike downstairs. The bed isn't made, just as he had left it this morning. He stalks forward and plunges his body weight onto the comforting mass.

Warmth seeps into his body and a contempt sigh eases out of him. His cold hands fiddle with the comforter. Today has been a lot. Mentally and physically.

Closing his eyes. He doesn't think about today or the people he had lost. For now, the soft pittering of raindrops against the window and silence in the halls, lulls him to sleep.

(Hello everyone! I didn't have a real plan writing this 😭, but I hope you enjoy its nevertheless. Also, I wrote this because of some funny commenters. I love reading comments (even the hateful ones bc younger me definitely was on smithing with these ships lol.) thank you all for sticking around even when I haven't updated it means a lot. Really.)❤️