Prelude

Something of Love: Ai no Koto

Summary:

When Naruto falls in love with the popular, rich Sasuke, problems are bound to appear in a small, northern city in Japan. The reserved way of thinking, customs and traditions of the community will prove a large barrier for the two as they try to find themselves, and each other.

Warning:

Ai is a story intended for a mature audience. I will not tone down any of the messages I'm putting in this "romance story," because I'm trying to tell my audience something I find important. Please note that this is a story containing the "coming out" of two characters, Sasuke and Naruto, and their eventual dating.

Some angst, shonen ai (male/male relationships),Sasuke + Naruto, and in later chapters, mature themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and I'm making no money off this story. The plot is my own, however, so don't steal it.

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Prelude

A thing of “love.”

An emotion that seals the heart.

Is it a curse?

I believe it is one of the basic human desires to be loved. Whether or not this is something to be cherished or feared, I’ve yet to decide, but the feeling remains still.

I know this; there does not exist a child who desires not the love and affection of another. Nor is there a man who yearns not for the touch of a loved one.

I recognize it. Man has loved from the beginning, and shall love until the end. From birth to death the need to be so endeared grows within each of us like a festering wound—one that will not relinquish its position. This weakness grows within each of us. But some possess more fortune than others. There are those who find a loved one; for better or for worse.

And then there are souls who are connected with a person for reasons unknown, and their love will be as unbearable as the stars’—not meant for the bonds of mortal flesh. Ones such as they have a lamentable fate, and will know a bittersweet, agonizing love few men deserve.

For what mortal crimes beg such a beautiful, terrible punishment?

I have loved.

I have felt the pain of loving someone more dear to me than life itself, and the grief that persists when love is gone.

I have loved.

I realize the sweet, innocent bliss in a soft kiss, and understand the searing pain of a misspoken word.

What am I, then, to know these things?

A wise, foolish man once said, “It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” His words would seem as wisdom, if it were not for the anguish that dwells within my heart. How can those sad, simple memories of mutual feeling outweigh the agony I face now?

In my memory, his eyes, wide and crystalline in frozen beauty, hold mine, and we look away, awkward. A moment passes, and he takes my face between two callused hands, gentle, sweet, and we lean together. Our lips meet, and for a moment, time, life, existence is still.

I am a fool to think love will withstand everything. Anything.

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On to Chapter One

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