Back to Future's Past {SNS}

Ch.1 Unrequited love! Could he ever love me?

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Naruto. 

This is a Fan-Fiction: I'll do whatever the hell I want. Deal with it. 

Any and All Rude Comments will be Deleted On Sight. 

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[Sasuke's POV]

 

Naruto and I have just gotten back from another mission. It was simple enough, delivering information of various things, which in turn reinforces the idea of peace between all the five nations. After the war, the "Shinobi Alliance" was still in effect and although it's not as if we're all still at each other's throats or anything like that, that didn't mean 'instant friendship', despite what Naruto might say....

People still had their doubts on how things could continue working now that the threat to the world had ended with Madara's death. Hell, I still found it slightly hard to swallow.

All the years worth of war between clans and countries, ending just like that? Keh. It's a foolish dream. A dream Naruto wishes to realize no matter what the cost.

Sighing to myself, That Idiot. He's way too optimistic for my taste. But then again, that's just me. I'm not one to put my faith in such things, unless I know for a fact that it'll pull through, otherwise, you'll just be setting yourself up for disappointment. And I don't like being disappointed. 

"Hurry Up Sasuke! We've gotta report back to Grandma Hokage!!"

Huh?  Blinking, I just now noticed the overly energetic blonde pushing himself into my personal space. His hands waving in the air exaggeratedly, blue eyes locked on mine and his face close enough for me to kiss him. The temptation was nagging at me in the back of my mind.

So close..... It would be so easy to just lean in a few centimeters more, closing in the space between us and locking his lips in mine. So easy......

Naruto you make it too easy for me.

You're too trusting.

Too Open.

Too Defenseless when you're in front of me.

I can't stand it.

Why do you always torment me?  Keeping my restraint, as I came back fully into reality from both my thoughts of the mission, the past and present. Casually brushing off my emotions, As I've grown accustomed to doing for so many years already. "Hn"

He sighed to himself, puffing out his cheeks in an annoyed huff as his shoulders slacked and arms dropped back to his sides. I resisted the urge to smirk and scoff, he's too cute. Groaning to himself as he brushed a hand through his hair, still looking me directly in the eyes. 

The small fear that someday, he might look long enough to see the hidden emotions that I've locked away inside. Then he might ask me what I'm thinking; And if the day ever came for him to ask - I'd answer him.

I no longer feel the need to hide anything from him, I won't lie to him either... I'm done with that. Where has telling lies ever gotten me anyways? Its what's kept me from him. Its what's kept him from honestly understanding me. No More. If he asks, I'll answer. Its as simple as that.