Title: It Always Was
Author: Piper Goddess of Fire
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto
Warnings: Slight OC, Fluff
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own!!!! I Wish I Did, What I'd Give To Own Them :D
Summary: Sasuke's thoughts on Naruto if Naruto had succeeded in getting him to go back to Konoha.
This is my first time in a looooooong time to publish anything here, but I reread this a thousand times and I think it kind of fits Sasuke and Naruto. I'm proud of this short drabble so don't hate, hehe, please do enjoy. REVIEW PLEASE!
All critics are welcomed, it helps me become a better writer, I will not go crazy like last time, hehe my bad then. If things go well I might go on writing. I might rewrite some of my other stories too....Anyways, enough with my rambling, now seriously, ENJOY!!!
It was unnerving and flat out wrong on many levels. This was completely insane and often I can imagine that this would eventually drive us both into a spiral of chaos. It seemed right to push away, far away, ignore it all, the feelings. To hide and run and keep on crawling deep into self dug holes that I had long ago left, incase I ever needed them. True, I myself have lost all sense of reality and often confuse reality with the hazy world of dreams. I'm not quite sure this within itself is real. It just seemed all to fake and plain old to have to be real. Maybe it was but I was so used to lies and charades that I had completely blurred the lines, so what I once knew as love was distant and wrong now.
I always felt a pang in my heart whenever our eyes met. How completely clumsy and foolish I was around him and how often I ran away whenever he was getting to close to breaking through the thick ice barriers around my heart. I think he grew tired of it, but he doesn't seem to be stopping. In fact, he is determined to break through and won't ever let me fall off that hill we managed to climb, if not together, on my own with him pushing from behind whenever I got tired.
This is why I am foolishly kneeling besides him, cleaning away the sweat that had stained his flawless looks and occasionally replacing the now warm towel with a cool wet one. He looked so peaceful and not worn out and so out of energy as he often did.
He never seemed to give up, as mother never gave up on father. I often compare my parents love to the love he has for me. I know the feelings are there but I find it too hard to reciprocate, I fear it will only lead us further into a heavy world of dangers and horrors. Though he doesn't seem to mind waiting. In fact, he told me he'd wait a lifetime if it meant finally being able to hold me, it was his goal, he said, to hold me, to kiss me and to be able to continuously love me without fearing that I'd run away.
I grew tired of myself. Of making him wait, of giving him hope only to shatter it all for him. He doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve someone like me.
He shifted slightly when my cold finger tips trailed down his cheek, smiling when he leaned on to my touch. Our relationship is not impossible, I realize, it is only made impossible by my constant fears and running. I am tired of it all, because I am being an idiot, a completely stubborn idiot.
That's why, when morning comes, when he is better, when he awakens, I hope, silently, he'll understand, that I won't run anymore. That I'll be here, and I will need him when I panic, because only he can stand my panic attacks and my constant trying to run, because he'll hold me down and tell me that it's okay. It always was.