Sasunaru Oneshots

Happiness

A/N: (Simply felt like making depressed!Naruto because I'm a horrible human being. M for language and for suicidal thoughts and or actions)
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Naruto had decided long ago that he hated life. Stupid life's a bitch, and she doesn't give a shit about anyone. She's unfair, she's depressing, and most of all, horrible, simply atrocious for making Naruto. He hated life, he hated himself, he hated whatever God there was out there for creating him, because, kami knows that he didn't want to be here. Couldn't he just vanish? Leave? Nobody would care anyways.
Nobody. And he'd be gone. Dead. The word was bittersweet and made him cringe every time someone mentioned it. Death was a fickle thing, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth when he spoke of it. He wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere but here. This village was hell. Everyone was always running and running, and never asking why.
Why? Why did he have to hold it in him? The Kyuubi, the monster, something more hateful than himself. Why? Why did everyone judge him without understanding him, and make him want to slit his wrists every time someone looked at him? Would he ever know happiness?
That was, until he met him. Uchiha Sasuke, the most talented, strong, nimble person he had ever met. He was his hero. His goal. It didn't matter to him that the boy looked at him the same as everyone else. Hell, he didn't mind if the boy started to hate him. He knew he would eventually, just like everyone else.
The boy's name tugged at his heart strings, and make him want to give a grin so large it reached his ears. And when he actually started to acknowledge him, well, let's just say he loved him even more. Then they were friends. Best friends. The word was foreign to his lips.
And instead of going home and crying, he went home and smiled until his face felt like it was going to split in two. Because, his whole life he had been waiting for someone like this. Someone who made him feel this way. Feel loved, a word he had simply dreamt of. And hell yes, he loved him.
So they got closer, and closer, and closer. They loved each other. Love. Every day he couldn't help but feel more giddy than the last. He found himself waiting and wishing for the next possible moment he could see the other, and never again would he think of hating himself, because he had him. He was perfect.
And eventually, the other boy grew to love the blonde just as much. They dated, and got married. Nothing was missing. They didn't need anything more, because, as Naruto, at the age of 98, dying as his lover slowly died next to him, he could only feel one emotion. Happiness.