(A/N) Another piece I uploaded to dA a year or so back but not to here... what's up with that? It's a short, melancholic, romantic, one-sided sleepy-Itachi-centric I-don't-know-what-you'd-call-it romance/fluff/tragedy drabble?
It's probably been over a year since I read/wrote Naruto fanfic, but this pairing never fails to get my heart a-flutter ;A;
Disclaimer: Naruto and it's characters belong to Kishimoto-Sensei. (Were you hoping I'd say something clever, or glad I didn't? :P)
Sometimes, after a long tiresome night, when the morning light was still dim and misty and sleep remained a cloudy haze over his tired mind, Itachi would wake into semi-consciousness where the whole world, his whereabouts, his memories, his emotions, everything, would momentarily vanished behind the fog of unconscious memory. Nothing would mater; nothing would exist, save the essence of his being and the distillation of his feelings, untainted by reality or painful memories. And these mornings his heavy lids would flutter open, long eyelashes flickering over dull onyx irises, framing them delicately as they sleepily took in the world around him like a newborn fawn, seeing for the first time. He would remain motionless, so as not to entangle his body in the real world. His hair would lie smooth and soft like rich rivers of silk flowing over his ivory skin into a lake on the sheets, washing softly up against the shores of his sides as he breathed steadily, the ebb and flow of life. His eyes would follow a hazy line of sight, seeing without needing to see, until they fell upon a blue figure, rising and falling steadily. The smooth contours of rough cerulean skin over strong rippling muscles would shift with the pulsing breath of life and he'd be momentarily overcome with warmth at the inviting sight of the sleeping form. Sometimes, even, a pleasant curve would sneak into the corners of his lips, and he would admire the familiar figure as it engulfed another bed, or sometimes a patch of grass, in his disillusioned haze, and his fingers would twitch and begin to move towards the unconscious man. Then the movement in his hand would stimulate the flow of waking into his body and consciousness would sink back into him, the feelings fading as if they were a dream, intangible and never existing. He would slowly return to his state of unfeeling numbness, as the flood of reality would wash over him, washing the life and feeling out of him, leaving only the fleeting traces of innocent sleep-induced emotions for him to cling to half-desperately, like a wonderful dream that had been chased away by the cruel world of reality and awareness. He would return to being Uchiha Itachi, a man he never wanted to be, in a world where things that shouldn't have been were true, and things that should have been couldn't be, and he'd close his eyes to seal himself from the taunting blue image of a world that could never exist.
(I started a Kisame version as well, but I never finished it... ... m(_ _)m sorry, Universe, for my monumentally poor work-ethic O.O)