Author: chris_90
Rating: Don't know..... hmmm..... why would I tell you? Either way, you won't read it... So, why bother?

Naruto was pissed off. Why was he always the one who messed things up? Because of him, Konohamaru's diary was confiscated by Sasuke. Only the thought of Sasuke was enough to make him angrier. How did he dare to do that? And, on top of everything, he crushed Konohamaru's feelings by telling him he was useless because of the simple fact of having a diary. It was true that Naruto was at fault. He insisted so much that he wanted to know how a diary would look like, that Konohamaru had no other option than to give it to him. And in that precise moment, Sasuke had to come in. Of course that Naruto tried to hide it, but nothing escaped from Sasuke's eyes. So, that's how Nauto's curiosity ended up bringing trouble. <<That Sasuke ! The jerk ! >> he thought as he arrived before Sasuke's house. Naruto considered it was his duty to get back the diary. He was sure that Sasuke put it somewhere inside the house, so he made a plan. Konohamaru was responsible of distracting Sasuke's attention until night came while Naruto would have enough time to get the diary. He was sure he'll need it.

He entered through the window. Wow, Sasuke's room sure was tidy. Even his scrolls were put in order. He was sorry he had to get the diary. One thing was sure: by the end of the day, the room will look nothing like now. It'll be more like his. Messy. Sasuke deserved it. It was his fault. So, Naruto started to search for the diary. After about an hour, he found a strange looking book in a closed drawer. Of course he had to struggle a bit, but he didn't want to break it. So, together with two clones of his, they managed to open it without leaving behind a single scratch. Now, he had it into his hands. But, it didn't look like Konohamaru's diary. Anyway, why would Sasuke hide it if it wasn't a diary? That thought made him curious. Maybe it wasn't his business, but he wanted to know what it was. Forgive me, Sasuke, but I'll find out what you're hiding.

It wasn't so hard, after all. He managed to ignore his scruples and opened it. It was not what he was expecting. It wasn't a terrible book, it was only a diary. Wait a minute......... if it wasn't Konohamaru's, then whose? It didn't have a name, but Sasuke's writing was all over it. Oh, so Sasuke had one too. And he dared to take Konohamaru's. Well, he deserved it. If Naruto didn't have the opportunity to find out more about a diary, then he'll use Sasuke's. So, the first page had only two words on it.......... Dear diary. Oh, so Sasuke wasn't as inaccessible as he wanted to seem. He turned the page. Well, this one was filled with Sasuke's writing. Naruto sat down on the bed and decided he'll read something. There weren't too many pages written. He'll read them all.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He found Sasuke's weak point. His diary. And, for some reason, he felt like it was his right to invade Sasuke's mind. Or, wasn't that the purpose of a diary?


Dear diary,

As I told you, I go through a difficult period of time. Why do I keep having those dreams? No matter how hard I train or how exhausted I am, when I return home, I always end up having those dreams. Each and every single night, I can't get a good rest. So, I ask you: why me? Of course, you can't answer. Well, you do serve me of something. I can tell you all of my dirty thoughts without fearing you might tell anyone, and especially not him. Anyway, they can't find you because nobody enters my room in my absence. Oh, there was once that baka Naruto..... but he is so dumb that he wouldn't know what to search for. Hehehe......................................

Where was I? Oh, that was it. Do you know my latest dream? Don't think I told you. It started like this. After I had to endure an entire day seeing his face, I finally returned home without having to be ashamed of anything. You don't even know how difficult it was to restrain myself. Not being able to control myself is my deepest fear. Today, as always, I wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to make him mine. But, by not touching him, I discovered I can control myself. Well, the temptation is still there. Huh....... I bet that if I'd ever do something like that, he would avoid me for the rest of his life. And I wouldn't survive..................

Well, I arrived home. After a cold shower (as you know, I always do this to prevent the heat... as if I could), I went to bed. I couldn't even move my feet right because of the training... I was so tired. I believed that this was the day. The day when I'll finally be able to fall asleep without dreaming of him.

Ironic, huh? I always try to avoid him and he always comes back following me. Even in the real life, he always follows me. He thinks he's safe with me. Well, he's as dumb as ever. Well, I think I was able to get a quiet time for about three hours. Man, I must've been really tired. I don't even remember when it started. One moment, I was sleeping calmly and the other I was dreaming of him.

Have I told you how much it pisses me off? I can't escape. No matter how much I try to avoid him, he always finds me. I'm not even able to ignore him. Why it had to be him? I tried to fall in love with Sakura, but nothing. I always have to do things in the worst way for me. It could've been so simple... No, I had to fall in love with a boy. And not anyone, but him. I guess that's my punishment.

Well, I have to be true with my feelings. And I have to tell someone. But you are the only one who would listen to me without judging me. Well, let's finish with it once and for all, shall we? I'll tell you everything because I always feel better after doing this. It's my only... Here it goes.

I want him so badly... I open the door to his house. As always, it's messy. I barely manage to avoid crushing into something. But I can't handle it anymore. I want him. I need to rape him, to take away his virginity. I'm sure he didn't do it with anyone. Here I am. I am in his room. Oh, the mess... But I don't care. I can only see him. He's sleeping. I think he always does it this way. With his clothes on, while I do it naked. If he would be mine, I'd teach him to enjoy his nudeness. Now, I am beside him. I watch his sleeping face. It is like a child's. So damn innocent. It makes me want him even more. I lean forward, watching him, listening to his breath. He doesn't suspect anything. His breath touches my face. It's refreshing to be so close to him.

I think he's dreaming of food. He keeps whispering... He must be hungry. I am too. But of him. He's my favourite type of food. I touch his lips with mine. He moans and surrounds my neck with his arms. But he doesn't wake up. I think he isn't dreaming of food. Not anymore. He makes me to come closer. The sudden movement makes me to fall down. On top of him. He still doesn't wake up. I kiss him with all my passion. I want to eat him up. I lick his lips and try to enter them. He opens his mouth. It's all that I need. I experimentally push my tongue forward. It's moist and hot. I like his morning kiss. He moans as I continue to know him. I like the way his body gets closer to mine while I find his tongue. I want him to respond. I want him to acknowledge me. He does it. He kisses me back. His tongue rolls against mine, inviting me deeper. I suck his tongue into my mouth. This pleases him. I hear his guttural moan. But this isn't enough for me. Not anymore. I start to undo his buttons. Soon, his chest is naked. My greedy hands touch him.

I can feel his muscles, his ribs as I continue my search. Now, he is the one that attacks me. He doesn't want to let me go. He keeps sucking my tongue, preventing my mouth from leaving his. It's so good. My fingers find his nipples. He suddenly chokes. I leave him, but he clings on me. So, I start nuzzling at his neck. It's soft and it smells good. Like a baby's. I lick him. I can feel his arousement. This makes my heart to beat faster. I make sure his heart does the same thing as I caress his nipples. I don't do it all of a sudden. I slowly circle them, nearing the circles around the hard center. I want him to want me. He moans as I suck his tender flesh. But I can tell he's still sleeping. I lower my mouth, licking my way until I find his collarbone. I suck it. Hard. I want to leave my mark on him, so leave him a kiss mark. In a very visible place. And another and another. I want him to know he is mine. But I discover it's not enough. I almost get to his nipples, leaving a hot trail behind. I can feel his anxiety. But I am close. I want to give him what he wants.

My fingers are on his nipples. I put butterfly kisses all over his chest. Finally, he's ready. I can feel his hands leading my head. I know what he wants. And I decide I want it too. My mouth suddenly covers one of his nipples. His left one. I can feel his heart beats as I suck it. I lick it, while playing with the other one. But it's not enough. I bite it. Hard. I can feel his surprise. But I don't want him to be in pain. So, my tongue is now licking him, taking his pain away. I can't get enough. If I could, I'd eat him up. I get my mouth to the other one. I repeat the process. Now, I have him at my mercy. He pushes himself into me, wanting me to get more of him. I am like a wild beast. I feel him wanting... waiting... pleading. One of my hands lowers its way. I cup him through his pants. I can feel his hardness. It's getting more and more alluring. I want to have him. Now... to push myself into him. To make him completely mine.

I touch him, building up his erection more and more. He whispers, his head creasing the pillow. His hands cling on the sheets. He whispers again. I think I hear a name. Can't say if it's mine or not. I feel sick. Not even once he opened his eyes. Maybe he's dreaming about his beloved. Not me, but someone else. This thought makes me angry. I want to wake him up and to rape him. To make him know who's the one who made him hard with desire.

But I can't do it. I feel sad. Like I've took advantage of a child. I push him away. I see him searching for me, but now I'm far. He can't get me. I somehow get to catch his hand. I give it a butterfly kiss. Our goodbye kiss. And I walk away.

It's morning now. As always, I can't touch him. Not even in my dreams. I'm pitiful, amn't I? But I'm glad I didn't hear the name. I won't confess, but I still got a part of him. The part from my dreams. It's not enough, but at least I can touch him and love him from the distance. I think in horror that he'll fall in love with someone one day. And it won't be me. What will I do then? Will I have the courage to congratulate him? Even if I'd tell him I love him, I don't know if he'd understand what I mean. He won't even have a clue. Because he's........

Oh, forgive me, diary. I can't tell you his name. Not yet. But maybe one day......

I have to go. I'm not sure if I'm able to meet his eyes without letting him know, but I'll try. Wish me luck. I'm sure I'll write soon. After all, he's my obsession.


Naruto closed the diary. His eyes were in tears. But, more importantly, who was Sasuke's love? He got a sentiment of jealousy. Who could be? And a man...............
That meant he could be one of the candidates. Strange, but that thought didn't offend him. And he wanted to know....... so badly. He decided he won't take Konohamaru's diary. Not today. He wanted to have an excuse to come again, so he cloned himself and he tidied up the room. He put the diary in his place, making sure that nothing betried his presence. He left the room.

Well, so that was what Sasuke was up to. He wanted to know more about him. Naruto was even more curious. Who would've guessed that Sasuke would be so passionate? But a thought started to annoy him. Who was the one that captured Sasuke to the degree of losing himself? He died to know.