Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are Kishimoto Masashi's.
Summary: And I had done like he had wanted; I came back to him. So why doesn't he notice me now? Why doesn't he laugh with me, hold my hand, talk to me like he does to her.
A/N: Just a little fic I wrote inspired by a song by B'z called 'Ima dewa... ima nara... ima mo' (Search 'imadeha' at imeem dot com if you want to hear it) The song is real sad, and I was going to make this fic real angsty and dark and hopeless, but I wanted to leave an open ending instead.
There he is, standing under the too bright and hot sun, his hair shining like gold under the light. His blue eyes are bright and happy; a smile is on his lips.
He is laughing with her, giving all of his attention to her, holding her hand, talking to her. He has no eyes for anyone else.
He has no eyes for me. He doesn't even notice me, though I am soon going to pass him.
Why doesn't he notice me? Why? A while ago he had not seen anyone else but me, he had run after me, he had sworn to get me back.
And I had done like he had wanted; I came back to him. So why doesn't he notice me now? Why doesn't he laugh with me, hold my hand, talk to me like he does to her. Had he grown bored of playing around with me? Had I waited for too long to surrender to him?
Here I am now. Why doesn't he notice me?
I see him, his lovely eyes. I hear his voice, the soft yet strong voice. It is the only thing I hear now.
My feet are taking me closer to him, but he doesn't notice. He doesn't even give a glance towards me.
He touches her cheek and she laughs.
Why hadn't he ever done that to me? Wasn't it stronger, the feeling we had? Wasn't it unbrekable, the bond between us?
And I get closer to him, and I feel like I should stop and do something to get him to notice me. What should I do? Should I say it out loud, my love towards him?
But I am too late now.
I had surrendered to his eyes, to his voice, to his will. But I was too late to everything. He had already given up on me and moved on.
But I haven't. I am the slave of him. Whenever I see him, my heart stops and I forget everything else. I could reacognize his voice everywhere, no matter how loud the noise around would be.
I give one last glance to him as I pass him. His eyes are closed. He laughs.
My footsteps get quicker. If I can't get him, I want to be as far away from him as possible. I can't look at him from far away. It only breaks what is left of my heart.
If he would just call out my name now, I would turn around and tell him everything, no matter what would happen after that. No matter if he would crush my world with his lovely voice, I would say it, because I don't want to be a coward.
"Oy, Sasuke!"
And once again, he has saved my world.
