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Naruto didn't know when it had happened, perhaps a week ago or a month or maybe even a year when it had sneaked up on so ruthlessly upon him. All he could remember was a fitful span of darkness and nightmares suddenly and unwelcomely broken by the unyielding stream of moonlight. Moonlight that he was forced to watch turn daylight before airy and breathless sleep finally arrived.
He had become an insomniac.
However, it wasn't for the demons that kept blue eyes wide through the through the silence of the night--no. It was something else.
It was how the thumping of his heart was too loud against the barbed wiring of his ribs. It was how the rushing of air within his lungs was too raspy against the fleshy muscles of his chest. And it was the tell-tale tapping of his lover's footsteps against the cracking cement of his balcony.
And just like always, tonight his lover came arapping. Softly, too faint for anyone to hear, and not for the fairytale wail of permission. All it was was was a sign that he was there.
And coming.
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