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IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!
1. SASUKE IS THE NARRORATOR FOR THE PROLOUG ONLY!
2. Set DURING/AFTER the time skip.
3. The beggining is KABUSASU.
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.The Last Tango.
I killed someone I loved. Pretty baby, I miss you. I miss you. You were right, as I always believed you were but you never did.
I am alive to this day not for myself but for others. For you, Sensei, for you.
"It's called a 'tango', Neko-chan." He smiled, I would scowl, but it was normal. I just wasn't used to you holding my hand. Hell, I wasn't used to anyone holding my hand anymore. I slept alone, I thought alone, I was always forever alone. Won't change that, sensei, no matter how hard you always try. "...And it's very pretty. Look at you in all that sunlight." You look better in the sunlight than I ever would, Kabuto-sama. It's too soft, too kind.
"Please don't call me Neko-chan, because I don't look at all like a cat."
"Oh Sasuke, please stop fidgeting. Let me teach you?"
"Oro-sama will hurt you, sensei. He might even kill you." I snorted. "So don't blame me, okay?"
"You've been blamed for too much, Neko-chan. I wouldn't hurt you like that, I like you too much."
Why are you smiling?
"Don't call me Neko-chan, okay? I'm too old for that, I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm fifteen years old. I was too old for that four years ago."
"Please cooperate, Neko-chan." His eye brows furrowed as I swiped my hand away. "This fills up time, somthing we have too much of here, Sasuke-chan."
"But it's not useful. You can teach me medical ninjutsu, I wouldn't complain."
"Oh Sasuke, you're much too serious. Who knows, you might impress the next pretty girl you fall over if you can do this, Neko-chan."
"Don't call me Neko-chan."
"But you're so cute..." The strong, masculine hand pressed into my lower back felt akward. "Or are you too old to be cute?"
"You're my sensei." I shook free of his grasp. "You shouldn't be calling me cute, it's not proper, Kabu-chan. Plus, we're both guys here, right?"
"So? Since when has that ever mattered?"
I said nothing, he didn't expect me too, I didn't either.
"We're friends, you don't love me, I don't love you."
"Who said I don't love you, Sasuke?"
The blonde, for now anymore, bless him, he was beautiful, had a beautiful heart.
"We're just friends. Just a couple of friends, right? Just a couple of guys messin' around in the sparing room of Orochimaru's place...Nothing special. Just friends."
"Yes, of course. Every person thinks about it though, just once in their lives and decides, am I correct? You're into wemon anyway, right?"
I said nothing, he didn't expect me too, I didn't either.
"Well, Oro-sama needs me now, I suspect." He glanced at the stoic clock looming over the wall, watching me squirm under the weight of the truth. "Goodnight, I will see you in the morning for practice I presume?"
"Yes." My face was uncomfortably hot.
"You're turning red, are you sick?"
"No, Kabuto. I don't get sick. Don't worry about me, Kabu-sensei. I'm alright." I tightened my yukata, turning my head so I wouldn't have too look at that whitish blonde hair falling over his charcole eyes, and the heat radiating from his smile.
"...if you say so." But sensei never left. He reached in for a kiss on my right cheek. My mind was suprised, but not my body. Nor, I thought with distain, my heart.
"Friends don't kiss eachother!" I hissed. "It's not what ninja do!" But Kabu-sama never listened to me. He kissed me again.
"Friends don't kiss there, right? Not on the cheek?"
"No." Friends don't kiss at all, I wanted to scream from the highest rooftops but my common sense fell silence. Too stunned, like a little rabbit.
Doki Doki Doki Doki
Kabu-sensei glanced at the yukata falling off my shoulder and placed his lips apon the exposed, pale skin. Doki Doki Doki Doki
"Do friends kiss-doki doki doki-eachother there?"
"No." I breathed-doki doki doki-. "Friends don't kiss eachother there." Doki Doki Doki.
Kabuto sesei wouldn't-doki doki doki-look me in the eyes. I was breathing hard, it felt terrible.
Silver-blonde hair swept past my blush and chapped, boyish lips captured my own-doki doki doki-in a chaste kiss.
"Do friends kiss eachother there?"
"Yes..." What's coming over me, sensei? And why?
"Thank you, Neko-chan." I hated seeing sensei's back turn to me and leave me all alone again.
I saw sensei again.
For another year.
Each time was
a blessing.
Sweet kisses
Passion
Heat.
Nothing I
ever felt after
my family was killed.
Sensei had me
forgetting about
Itachi and hurting
He had me remember
what it felt like to live.
Then
Sensei
was murderd.
And I
felt what it was like
to
Die.
Again.
That was three days ago.
I never told sensei I loved him.
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Jeez. I'm such a looooooser. Sorry I havn't updated Roses Are Red! I'm back on track (i was distracted by a brilliant series called Loveless) and will be up with the next chapter by Teusday (do you capitalze the 't' in teusday?), if you guys even care that much at all.
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