He just can't stop. He stares. He touches.
The black-haired one removes his clothes and he examines him.
He runs his finger down the raven-haired boy's spine.. Oh, his skin, his pale skin, looks so fragile. It's cold to touch. He moves to his abdoment. So stiff. As expected. Up to the chest. It's cold here as well. He runs his hands across the other's waist. So thin.
So weak...
He leans, and kisses the dark hair. They smell like the sweet smell of rain.
He tastes his pale lips. They have his taste. As expexted.
He takes out a thick needle and quickly inserts it into the black hair. With force. A drip of blood runs down the Uchiha's face.
He is dead.