A single touch sends shivers down my spine,
A single press of his lips sends shockwaves though me,
It sounds almost like we're in love.
But no.
A single touch of sharp, ragged nails,
And a touch of lips that are chapped and bloody,
It is not love.
Not anymore.
This is not Sasuke.
It it horror,
And fear.
And a mind that has broken.
But still, I remember.
And as my claws drag against his skin,
I wonder if he remembers too.
The days when we were in love.
Not war.
I wonder if he remembers the nights.
I wonder if he remembers at all.
But then again.
Maybe it is better if he doesn't.
Because after all, I am not Naruto anymore.
I am Kyuubi.