Prologue

"What a shame"

A blonde-haired boy in an orange and black sweatshirt and orange pants stood in front of the Hokage tower.
He was waiting for his teammates because they had agreed to meet in faith in the morning and undertake the next mission.

So he waited.
Waited and thought about a certain black haired boy.
Recently rumors reached Konoha that Uchiha Itachi was killed by his younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke.
'I can't understand it, Sasuke, how could you have made such a mistake?' The boy opened his eyes looking towards the sky, even though his blue eyes looked much more beautiful than that. 'Which one was it again? To think that I could have been dead by your hand, even though we are so similar to each other... '

The voice of his pink-haired friend broke him out of his thoughts, the boy immediately moved towards her with a smile, there was something good in this village, something that still kept him in there.

The entire team left the Hokage's office in great disappointment, it turned out that the Hokage had no mission for them, and just wanted to let them know that, together with the other Kage, they had recognized Sasuke, their former friend, as a terrorist and awarded a reward for his capture... or kill.

This information upset the blonde to such an extent that he had to bite his tongue not to smoke something. So as soon as they left the Hokage's office, the blonde immediately headed home.

"I can not believe it!" he screamed, slamming the door. "So I have wasted these years after all? And what for? That this imbecile would now be chased by ALL nations, because he had to kill his brother without knowing the truth about him first!"

The blonde threw helplessly on the bed, he didn't know what to do. He spent years training and searching, trying to convince the black-haired boy to come back to the village,to his home.
And now such a thing!
"Haa... Does that really make no sense? Further pursuit... "

Suddenly he heard a knock on the window, it was strange after all his friends were always knocking on the door, unless his sensei forgot something again.
The boy got up to sit down and turned towards the window.
To his surprise he didn't see any of his friends or his sensei, but the black-haired boy.

The blonde immediately jumped up and opened the window, letting the boy inside. It was an even greater shock, because the raven haired man immediately attacked him, but not to hurt him, but to... hug him?

Naruto looked uncertain at his ex-teammate and he really couldn't believe what was happening, it wasn't just that the boy had come to him or that he was hugging him, but mostly that the boy was crying.

"So you found out the truth?" he asked quietly wrapping his hands around him, he didn't get an answer, he didn't have to get it, he knew it was about it. "Naruto..." the black-haired man said softly in a brittle voice, "Could you help me forget, just for a moment?"

The consent expressed by the blond was the biggest mistake of his life, a mistake for which he will pay with his own suffering in the next few years...

The war is over, they have won

Sasuke put himself in the hands of the ANBU. The truth was, he regretted many things.

"You have a visitor." he heard the warden's harsh voice, followed by the sound of the bars being opened. "You better behave, Uchiha." the guard said, leaving the cell, after removing the blindfold from his eyes, it took a moment to get used to the light.

Imagine his surprise when he saw the silhouette of his blonde friend in his cell. But could he really call them that?
Friends don't do the things they did.

Although he was happy with the visit inside, he didn't show it, something told him that it would not be a pleasant conversation, the boy's face indicated it. "Naruto-"

"What a shame, baby" he interrupted the black-haired boy, his face was mocking, and the black-haired himself blushed imperceptibly at the term the blonde used to describe him. "Tell me Sasuke, how does it feel?" he asked with an ever clearer mockery.

"You saved the world and let yourself be locked in a cell, would you... regret something?" the boy didn't say a word, and he didn't have to, never had to, the blonde always knew, he knew the answer without saying it. "What a shame, you could have stayed with me, but you chose that fucking snake." The blonde's voice was saturated with venom.

Sasuke had to admit, he didn't know this face of the blonde and he was sincerely afraid of him. The boy standing in front of him wasn't the same blonde who was comforting him, the one that him wanted back in the village, wasn't the one who loved him...

Oh no, the boy was cool, his words cold and sharp as a blade ready to deliver the killing blow. He was hostile and it terrified the black-haired boy.

"Just think, you had a victorious position, people who cared for and loved you, and you rejected it in the name of strength. For revenge, for sins that were not entirely your brother's fault." He continued inflicting more and more painful blows on the conscience, no, on the boy's heart. "Naruto, you just still don't understand-"

"No Sasuke, you don't understand. You got millions of chances, you won't get more." Sasuke tried not to show his emotions, but his would-be lover really made it difficult for him. Was the person in front of him really the same man who loved him so much that he was ready to get down on his knees in front of the Kage and beg him not to kill him.

Was it really the same person who had been steadfast in bringing him back to the village for years?
Really, this face of the blonde terrified and upset him, yet he decided to provoke him a little.
"Can't wait forever?"

The blonde's reaction surprised the black-haired one again, the boy snorted with laughter. "I'm getting bored." he turned to the exit and, looking at the boy one last time, he tossed. "It's really a shame, baby ~"

Since Sasuke's wedding with Sakura, the blonde acted as if he didn't know the black-haired man, even if he helped him to "relax".

The blonde was paying the price for the mistake he had made.
It was an unhappy love for a black-haired man, which over the years turned into envy and sincere hatred towards him.
Although he was grateful to him for only three things that he kept like an eye in his head.