"Naruto…."
He says my name like a moan, begging me to kiss him again. And I do. And I almost enjoy it.
With his milky white skin, black hair and eyes, I can almost pretend he is someone else. Almost.
I can almost pretend I'm holding someone else in my arms. Though I know deep in my heart the time for that is long gone.
Gone with countless night of pain. Countless nights of pretending he was still with me, not in a box underground.
It isn't fair to use him like this. The guy really loves me. But he doesn't have to know. And besides, I'm getting a little sick of doing things for other people. After living through the war, and losing my true love, I think I've earned the right to be a little selfish.
I kiss Sai harder. I can almost pretend he tastes like Sasuke did.
Almost.