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The universe liked to remind the world how beautiful tragedies could be. It is what made the sun and moon fall in love. Two celestial beings that could only meet at the dawn of time. Yet their fate forever entwined in the writing of the sky.
Tragedy was a regular occurrence for people born to the Uchiha Clan. Their power was forged from the worst day of their lives. Strength built through blood and tears.
Uchiha Sasuke knew tragedy.
It was as familiar to him as the back of his hand. Guiding him through life like a friend. Long ago he accepted his own life would end in tragedy.
And then there was Naruto.
He was a violent whirlwind of stupidity. Constantly failing further downward with no self-preservation to stop standing back up. Bolstering that next time he would succeed, despite all the evidence to the contrary.
“Naruto! What are you doing here?” Sakura asked the same question that has been on Sasuke's mind since he sat down next to him, “This class is for people who passed.”
“What? Can’t you see the headband?” he pointed at it with his thumb, pink tongue sticking out. It was in fact a real standard issue ninja headband with the leaf insignia. How he earned it was a mystery.
“Tch. Whatever. Can you move?”
“You want to sit next to me?” Naruto got up, making room for the seat between them, “Yeah. Sure. Of course, Sakura. Whatever you want.”
She shimmed past him, with the fakest smile, sat down and said, “Good morning Sasuke, is this seat taken?”
Sasuke didn’t say anything, Sakura didn’t mind. Her eyes were too distracted by hearts to see what was going on. The crowd around them talked about nothing of significance. Each was too cheerful to become a great ninja. In the corner of Sasuke's eye, Naruto was grumbling about something.
“That's it!” Naruto got up, walked across the desk, and squatted in front of Sasuke, “What's so great about you?”
Nothing.
Everything.
Sasuke was going to be the last of the Uchiha. That was what made him worsebetter than everyone else. He was the end of the greatest dynasty of ninja Konoha had ever seen.
Naruto was nobody. His name meant nothing. His words meant nothing. His stupid smile meant nothing.
“Naruto you jerk!”
“Get lost.”
“Hit him, Sasuke!”
The girls around them swarmed like flies to a pile of rotting meat. Buzzing about, for their own piece of the destruction. They were just as sick of Naruto’s bullshit as Sasuke was.
Angry blue eyes mere inches away from his own, their noses practically touching. Electricity flew through the air between them, locking their future in place. Neither of them backed down from the challenge. They were going to fight.
Oppse.
Smooch.
The universe had different plans.
“Naruto you piece of shit! You're a dead man.” Sasuke coughed out.
Naruto tried to wipe the remains of their kiss on his sleeve, “Posin! My mouth is ruined!”
The moon met the sun.