Author: theshinykitty
Warning: Angst, (one-sided) SasuNaru, Death.
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine.
Let's pretend, for this fic, that Sasuke killed Naruto at the waterfall.
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So... How Was Your Day?
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"So... Sasuke-koi, how was your day?"
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It's the same question,
Every day,
At dinnertime,
Right when the Local News Station has gone on it's third commercial break.
And it's always the same reply from me.
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"Good."
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She always seems so happy,
With just one word from me,
That it almost makes me sad.
But I remember,
It's not her pathetic attempts at making me into a loving husband.
No.
What really makes me sad,
Is this stagnant, empty marriage.
Wake up.
Eat Breakfast.
Go on a mission.
Come home.
Eat dinner.
Fuck.
Sleep.
In this monotone routine,
I have realized that I have died.
An empty husk of a body,
Eyes as blank as the umbrage that is within me.
I live, if that's what you would call it,
On the commands of another.
Can she see me?
Can she REALLY see me?
Inside of me?
No, no,
She's too busy,
Living in her own daydreams.
Cherry blossom hair wafts in the stale air as she goes around,
Doing the mundane things she allusions herself with.
She has taken her man-made prison and turned it into a form of escapism.
Is she happy?
Am I happy??
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"Sasu-koi, is something wrong? You didn't even touch the naruto in your ramen, I thought it you liked it."
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Naruto.
I remember.
The boy with the hair the color of sunshine.
I remember...
Days,
Months,
Years,
Staring at the back of his head,
Almost slightly jealous of my future spouse,
Whom he ran up to, ignoring me.
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"Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan! Come get ramen with me!"
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I often disillusioned myself with thoughts that he may,
To some small degree,
Love me back.
And when I ran away from him,
Chasing after that insatiable dream of power,
And he came after me,
I almost started to believe.
Memories are coming back to me so quickly,
Like flow of water down a waterfall.
Waterfall...
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"Why... Sasuke... What made you like this?!"
"...What does any of this have to do with you?"
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Everything.
After that, I remember...
I remember electricity surging through my veins.
I remember... charging.
And...
I remember...
The stench of blood.
His golden hair,
Which I had so admired all those nights alone;
Now a dark red.
A hole through his heart,
Which I once hoped would someday belong to me.
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I remember...
Me...
Screaming,
As realization to what I'd done hit me.
Then...
Black.
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And after that,
I remember,
this... existence.
I realize now,
That my soul hasn't been evaporating,
Slowly since this perfectly grey monotony.
No,
It died the moment my hand touched his heart,
His lifeless body burning an image into my eyes,
When I extinguished that bright flame.
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"So... How was your day?"
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…So… Was it any good? Oddly enough, it was actually inspired by an episode Seinfeld. Cool.
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