Strawberries (A Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Shocking Revelations

Author's Note

Hola! Im sorry about the delay in the last chapter's put up but hey, I told you I'm a procrastinator. It makes me wonder why I even started a new story, which means I have two responsibilities to attend to. Double the procrastination :/. Anyway, this chapter is out of the blue and was just a faint idea I had that I thought I should write down. It goes into depth about how close Menma and Sasuke are and Sasuke's take on Menma's new friendship with Furea. I have no idea if it's good or not but that's up to you to decide. Fav, Follow, Rev, I don't really care as long as you ENJOY!

Disclaimer= No. I don't own Naruto Shippuden OR it's movies OR it's characters even though me and Kakashi are in love in my mind and Sasuke and I have our own relationship and Deidara :3...lemme not get into my fantasies. I only own mine. And you can read now ..

Every time I went over Sasuke's house to play as a child, I've always hated how cold it was. It almost felt empty.

He'd never told me how his parents had died. All he told me was that they died when he was young and left it at that. I could tell he didn't want to discuss it.

He'd been living with his brother for most of his life but, honestly, I wouldn't call it,"living." His brother, Itachi, was a busy man, never having time to stay in the house for more than a night. He owned big companies in Konoha, so he was strictly all business.

Sasuke was always alone. I never felt it appropriate to ask how it felt to be neglected, ignored by the only person left to care for him.

But he'd never mentioned anything about it, anyway.

One day, when we were both about 10 years-old, I'd asked him, out of empty curiosity, "Hey, Sasuke...Do you think you will become a business man like Itachi and barely come home or hang out with me?"

He's answered, smoothly, voice unwavering: "No. I would never do that to you...Or stress over stuff like that. After all...you are really the only one I have, Menma."

And with that answer he showed me how truly alone he was.

I remember, in the past, we were inseparable. Never leaving each other's sides for too long unless it was an emergency. People used to ask me why I'd hang out with a social outcast like him.

I'd got into a lot of trouble because of people like that. I'd grab that foolish person by the collar and ask, "Who are you to ask that? Do you even know him? His life? How he feels? I act no different!"

Sasuke put a stop to that after a while. He'd never liked pity being taken on him and he didn't like seeing me suffer because of it. It's an odd understanding I share with him. Both from different worlds but startlingly similar.

Today was Thanksgiving, a day Sasuke usually spends alone. Itachi never has time to be home on holidays and even though my parents always offer him to come over for family holidays like this, he always respectfully declines.

I usually go over his house on Thanksgiving before the big dinner. I feel like it means something when I do since he has no one to spend it with.

We were in his room, idly chatting quietly and eating Ramen cups. He sat in his lone, computer chair while I, sat on the floor.

"So how's Sakura?," I asked looking up from the golden, lukewarm, liquid that I'd been previously slurping on.

"She's doing well. She is coming over later on," he answered casually.

Sakura, also, was someone I could always count on to stay with Sasuke on days like this. Though she's rough around the edges, she'd been our friend forever and is almost like a second mother to us. She'd always been selfless; to good for her own benefit. I'd even had a small crush on her once.