It had really just happened. Like a volcano erupting in a matter of seconds. And maybe the entire thing was building up through all of those years. Almost like the buildup it takes to get one person to hit another square in the mouth.
This time though, it was a kiss.
Ashita had been sitting there, looking up to the sky with her lime green eyes, all curled up on the forest floor. Today, she was wearing her favorite spring pink cotton kimono with the small white flowers that littered it, like leaves falling to the ground during autumn.
Something about her—perhaps those cheeks so full of rouge or her smooth porcelain skin, made the kid lose his mind for a second. He earnestly forgot that she was older by a couple of years; that they were only supposed to be friends and this was probably as wrong as wrong could be, excluding incest and all the other horrible, terrible things two people can do to one another.
Their lips touched together, and they clicked. Like fingers intertwining.
And when they broke apart, after long, long seconds, Ashita stared. She stared with her eyes wide open and her face a peculiar shade of red that was reminiscent of a cherry. Even parts of that slender and paper white neck were turning swollen pink. And all she said was:
"Sasuke."
Milliseconds, and their mouths connected again. It was like tasting blood for the first time. Both of them were hungry. The train had been coming forever, but just now, it derailed and crashed.
Finally.
That young woman was entirely responsive. She pulled on his clothes and yanked him in nearer, until their stomachs were touching and she was practically in his lap. A set of slender fingers sat, right against the nape of his neck reeling him in closer. A fish right on the line.
The hook poked from his cheek, but the Uchiha boy just couldn't manage to give a fuck.
And that's when the storm started. That was the chemical reaction that would send everything to hell in a ten story tall explosion.
But that was alright.
Ashita had been holding a ten gallon container of gasoline since the moment she arrived in that snake pit.
All she needed was a spark.