a/n: fixed chapter, not much difference
disclaimer: do not own naruto
Sasuke sighed, before he stood up and walked away from the bench he had been sitting on for the past hour and a half. His onyx eyes briefly glanced up at the cloud covered sky, as snowflakes caught on his eye lashes. Returning his attention back to the earth he saw his breath in the light from the street lamp over head that lined the wooded walk way.
'It really is winter,' he thought passing back into the darkness between the lights. It was December 14, two weeks before his birthday. Winter had started out really warm, before dropping drastically, and now it looked like a white Christmas, that is if it stayed in the twenties.
Sasuke sighed again, wiping his cold flushed cheeks with his equally cold hands. He passed into another light before he heard it, faint footsteps echoing from the opposite direction. Passing back into shadows, he saw an orange and blonde streak ahead, and humming reached his ears.
"Let it snow, let it snow." He mumbled to himself, naming the song. He passed back into the light as the other person did, not even noticing that he had stopped walking.
He was male, and young, from what Sasuke could tell, a year or two older than himself. He wore a loud orange trench coat, and apparently the cold didn't bother him, since he left it open. Tight black pants, that hung low on his hips, showed off his stomach, along with his long sleeved (he assumed) black shirt that he hadn't buttoned on the top or bottom. He was muscular, and had a natural tan. His eyes were closed, leaving at least something to the imagination, and a wide smile covered his face. On each side of his cheeks were three black whiskers-like scars, and his ears were covered from top to bottom in piercing.
Sasuke's breath hitched slightly as he walked past him, lightly brushing his arm. The man gave him a sideways glance, before stopping behind him. Sasuke had never seen such a blue. It even put the sky to shame, making it look fake; a bad copy-cat for a hidden original.
"Do you like the snow?" The stranger asked, his voice soft but slightly childish, as if his voice wasn't meant for him to do such things. Sasuke shivered, and this time it wasn't from the cold.
"Do you?" he asked, not even knowing why he was talking to a total stranger, besides the fact that he had to will himself from jumping him.
"No, it's too white. Too pure."He spat the word like it could burn his tongue if kept there too long. Sasuke turned, meeting the true blue eyes that he hadn't expected to be there. "Do you?" the stranger repeated, looking into his eyes.
Sasuke didn't know how to answer, and the others eyes weren't helping. He switched his focus, looking up at the sky instead, watching the snow flakes fall. He felt it then, the faint ghost of warm lips on his own, and the piecing blue eyes that clouded his vision, and then it was gone. As soon as it was started, it was gone, and the stranger had passed into the night that waited on the other side of the light.
Naruto, walked into the Dungeon, ignoring the eyes that turned to look at him, and some of the whispers that came with them. He waved briefly at the bartender, ignoring the pupil less eyes that glared at him, and move to the back by the stage.
His mind still traveled back to the dark haired boy, and what he could have done. He was only a boy after all, probably not even past eighteen. But for that brief second, he had tasted his lips, and he had tasted good. He couldn't exactly tell what the taste was, but he knew he wanted to taste it again . . . along with other tastes.
'NO! That's a dangerous thought!' he told himself shaking his head. He had reached the back of the club, and he opened the door. Quietly placing the door back closed, he hung his coat on the wall to his left. He walked along the hallway, ignoring the sounds from the many rooms that lined it, and stopped at the last one. He took a deep breath, trying to rid himself of the dark haired man. "With black eyes," he barely whispered to himself, then pulled the door open, and walked into a room that held a darker sin then the famous seven.