Blindfold

Darkness

It was all that he could see, something was covering his eyes. The folded fabric brushed against his eyelashes and tied in a knot at the back of his skull. His hands were bound behind his back, behind a chair. It was smooth, the rounded corners slid against his bare forearms and the ropes that held them together felt scratchy and bit into his skin. Some stray fibers from the rope tickled his wrist. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair and his feet rested on a cool slab of concrete. The air was dank and whenever he breathed in, he felt it slide down his trachea. It felt slimy, nothing like the crisp, fresh air he was so used to traveling in.

Pain

It finally hit him, the throbbing in his side from where his flesh had been torn to shreds by a Rasengan. Moisture had long since soaked into his shirt, the edges already cracking with dried blood. He shivered as a draft breezed over him, chilling his sweat dampened skin. He felt as if there was static in his brain, originating from the back of his skull and spreading to envelop his entire head. Blood pounding through his ears, heating them in a way that flashed through his body.

Creek

His head jerked in the direction of the sound and a stronger draft washed over him, cooling his flushed skin. Footsteps made their way towards him, swift and almost undetectable in a way that could only be produced by a well-trained shinobi. They stilled right in front of him and he could feel their eyes on him, staring at him and he had to suppress his sudden urge to fidget. A sudden crinkling noise made him start as a wave of flower petals and sweat wafted through his senses.

Warmth

It radiated off of the shinobi, alerting him to their proximity. The air around his wounded side wavered and a strange sensation crept along the damaged flesh, not at all unpleasantly. He felt the edges of his wound stretch and fuse together before the strange sensation found its way to his forehead. It was so cool against his flushed skin and he felt the static in his skull dissipate and the pounding in his ears ceased.

Sasuke-kun

That voice tugged at his memories, memories of brighter times and brighter people. Memories of warmth and protection and the softest of flower petals. A splash of moisture burst against his hand and he remembers all of the times he had seen her cry. There were so many, and each and every one of them made him feel gritty with regret.

Sakura

He heard her breath catch for only a moment, and for only a moment he thought she had died. But then she started breathing again and made a vague noise of affirmation. More water splashed against his arms and his shirt, hitting with a dull plopping noise. He felt her trembling hands brush against his hair towards the knot of the blindfold and felt the fabric stretch taut over his eyes before it loosened and fell around his neck. He opened his eyes, feeling the coolness of the air sweep over them. He could only see darkness, no matter where his pupils swerved. There was no silhouettes of her crouched form in front of him. He looked down and couldn't see his own body. His heart plummeted to his stomach when he realized that he couldn't see her vibrant viridian eyes, glassy with tears, gazing at him.

I can't see.

I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun

HaHA! This little ones done :)

I was actually planning on using my second chapter of To Trust Again for this prompt, but I couldn't make it fit, ya'know? So I wrote this little one shot to appease myself so I didn't need to worry about trying to warp that story to fit the prompt and I'm kinda diggin it. But enough about me, tell me how you like it! Please, I practically live for reviews so... I mean, if you wanna make my day...REVIEW!

Please?