Warnings: Angst. Poetry-in-text. No pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Someone help me with a summary, and a title, please?

Author's note: welcome to my wonderful world of shorts...these are stories I write on whim, usually for a friend, about things that touch me. My friend (and beta) Sweetie-Pai thought it would be interesting if I assembled these in a "shorts" collection, so I did.

NONE OF THESE "CHAPTERS" ARE RELATED UNLESS SPECIFICALLY NOTED. THESE ARE ALL SEPERATE, SHORT FICLETS IN A SERIES...

If I say "up for grabs" in the status heading, that means that I'm open to you (the reader) writing a spin off. You can borrow my ideas, my characters, my characterization, whatever. But you have to tell me, and I'll likely brainstorm with you, and then I'll comment happily on your fic.

Note: I reserve the right to write my own version of the stories, even if you start one before me. I will credit you if I borrow your idea, I will note that you wrote a different version. But, writing is fun for me, and so is reading, so I'll mostly just write what I want...

Summary: Sasuke is a musician. He muses.

Title: "Can you hear it?"
Narrator: Sasuke.
Rating: PG-13 for profanity and teenager-type thoughts.
Author: Taes.
When I wrote it: August 13, 2005.
Status: unknown. Up for grabs.
What I wrote it for: Sweetie Pai (paytakprenses)'s "O B S C U R E". Retype the link for an interesting take on Sasuke.

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I stand here, swaying gently, and I see you seeing me, seeing my body like it's a thing. I hear my voice ensnare you, watch your eyes glaze and your guard drop. I have you now, and there's never any letting go.

I smile coldly, smile wide, and watch as your eyes start to fall, fall from your head in your sweet insanity, and I try and remember to keep the words going.

Keep the words strange and beautiful in my own little world, hear the only thing as it is, and keep it the way it should be.

Hearing you, hearing me, watching us watch you, that's

you

and I listen to all the silence filling my voice and the music filling your head and I hear only what I want to hear.

Nothing more, so I smile.

I smile a tiny little grin, and you shy away...shy away from the thing that has

me

like I have you.

Dreams and things and fate have me,

hold me tight

tearing me down from

reality

as I smile at you, singing a song of

death

-- my death--

and peace

-- your peace--

to the sound of their laughter.

Listen.
Listen.

Can't you hear it?