Demon [SASUNARU] || [BOYXBOY]

this cant be what im thinking it is*

"Naruto?" Sakura knocked on my room door.

"Go away." I said, hiding myself deeper into my covers.

The room was now dark, despite the perfect summer weather outside. The blinds were covered with heavy curtains to block out the sun.

Unused clothes were scattered all over the floor, the food that was delivered was sitting untouched by the glowing red lamp, illuminating the room in a dim red glow.

Sasuke loved that effect.

Sasuke.

His clothes were on the floor. The ones he tried on before driving us to the party, they were left as they were.

His bed, our bed, was still left unmade from the night we had before the party. I hadn't sat upon it, nor did I want to, otherwise. . . otherwise what?

My head sunk deeper on the thick black covers Sasuke loved. This is the only thing I touched.

It smelled of him. Of us. But mostly him.

And ever since that day, two weeks ago, I've done nothing but sit on the floor with his covers wrapped around me.

"Naruto, you need to come out, we're all worried about you." Sakura's voice somehow penetrated through the thick covers and into my ears.

I gave no answer.

As usual.

Why do they keep trying?

"That's Sasuke." Ino said, standing out from the crowd as she walked over and grabbed the ID.

She looked at me.

"What. ." I was starting to cry, immediately regretting kissing Sakura as I thought what could've happened to Sasuke. "What's wrong?" I asked the officer.

"He's dead. Car's wrecked." The officer harshly informed, looking around at the number of drunk people standing behind me.

That memory wouldn't leave.

"He's dead."

No.

". . .dead."

Go away.

"Car's wrecked."

Stop!

I cried into the covers, my mind pulling up memories I never want to remember.

His funeral.

The hysterical sobs that came out of my mouth upon seeing him so lifeless.

The insults his mother threw at everyone for getting him drunk and drugged.

These memories. . they need to disappear.

Why can't I stop remembering?!

Why wasn't I with him?! Why?! Because I was so mad, so stupid, to drunk.

But what could I have done?

I could've died with him.

I would've.

I don't care.

If I die with him, I'd be happy.

Yes.

Death. Death is the answer.

There must be something . . .

* * *

"Naruto." Sakura's voice once again woke me from my sleep.

"Naruto, how are you feeling?" She asked me, and I opened my eyes to see I wasn't in Sasuke's room. Our room.

No, this room was too white.

"Like shit." I said, my voice too raspy. "Where am I?"

Sakura sighed, "Idiot, we're hiding every medication from you."

Medication?

"Naruto I know it's hard to accept Sasuke's. . ." I glared at her. ". .his death, but I can't loose another friend." She said, her face sad.

"I don't care what you think." I said.

"I know I'm being selfish here, but I'm not letting you die. I need you, we need you. Sasuke would've wanted - "

"Sasuke would've wanted nothing! You don't know what he wants! What he wanted! Don't you dare ever speak his name!" I shouted, about to slap her but realized my hands were tied down.

"I don't care what you think, I don't care if you're being selfish, I'm going to die, I'll join Sasuke, and you can't stop me!" My yelling must've been heard from the outside since two women in white came in rushing through the door, trying to calm me down while Sakura looked away, unable to watch as they injected something in my arm.

And slowly, I drifted off to sleep.