fixation.

(m)irakuru (r)ein.

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A/N: Teehee, I wrote this during English class while we were supposed to be writing an essay. :D

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Fixation. Fixation is what he felt when he saw the red sunset gleam, small pockets of half-day half-night, like some grotesque hybrid that no one refused to love. Pixels in his eyes dilated, contracted – he felt the muscles in his arms slow to an eventual stop. He says, this is it. This is enough. He stands over a still body with tears in his eyes.

She does say he never had enough, that his current life was a poor excuse for a family. That even if a thousand birds took him in and made him a cage, he'd always curse himself and believe that there are worse things in life. Pessimist, she says, shaking her head. He says, I know.

It doesn't help that every time he sees her, he feels a little faint. (fixation deux.) No, this isn't right – this isn't the way it's supposed to be. She's supposed to be the one fawning over him, throwing stars or hearts or flowers or words in his face like it was nothing, nothing at all. Yet here she is acting like the most normal thing in the world and he wishes he was the most normal thing in the world with her. Like it's possible. He rests his head on her shoulder.

This wasn't what an avenger does and even farther from what an avenger wants to do. His name is Sasuke, and her name is Sakura. Like it's realistic. These things don't exist between people with polarized names.

Yet she is the one wiping his tears at night, and he holds her hands and hopes she's always warm.

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fin

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