A/N: Soooo…just a warning, there's some OOC, and swearing. This is SasuNaru, just cause it might not be that clear. The POV is, in fact, Naruto.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto….
….yet.
Love and Hate: Prologue
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I stared down at the carpeted floor with little interest. It was old, they rarely carpeted floors nowadays; they were hard to clean and they'd start to smell funny after a while. Breathing in gated breaths, I noted that the floor did seem to radiate the lovely stench of dust and socked feet. I sighed, and then winced. Pain shot up my arm.
Fuck, I thought. It hurt.
But I pushed that aside, renewing my infallible gaze at the grey-green floor. I was sitting down, my right arms resting on my knee lazily. The other was held against my stomach by a blue sling. It was annoying and I had to be cautious whenever I moved even slightly. Whatever. It'd get better eventually. I wasn't even worried. Instead, my mind travelled back to that morning. Those dark eyes haunting my every thought. Pain, I thought bitterly, now that was pain. Just imagining his grimace, his eyes wincing, his hands, his slightly down-turned mouth, turned in a way only I could notice…only me…
Suddenly, the door behind me jerked open. I felt his gaze on me as he walked quietly in my direction. The room was pretty small, so he was there in a matter of seconds. I didn't look up as he sat down silently beside me, less than a foot of space between us. We were both quiet for a few minutes, before he finally spoke.
"Hey," he said monotonously.
I shifted my eyes without bothering to move anything else to look at him. He was looking at his pale, scraped hands with that empty look of his.
"Hey," I replied in the same tone. I watched him sit like a stone for another minute of perilous silence. Then his eye shifted over to my injured arm, avoiding my eyes.
"Broken?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah."
"'S it hurt?"
"Yeah."
"You okay?"
"My arm's broken."
"Yeah."
"…"
"I'm sorry." He said, still staring down at the sling.
"Yeah." I said quietly.
He sat there just staring at my arm for what seemed like forever. It was probably just a few minutes. But I could feel the guilty tension emanating from his body. Finally, he pushed himself a little closer to me, our sides now touching softly. He reached out an arm tentatively, placing it around my shoulders, and leaning on me. It fucking hurt. Bastard-did he forget the broken arm? Fuck.
I bit down hard on my lip to avoid gasping out in pain. I winced. Jeezus, it hurt. Okay, I said to myself. You can do this. Breathe slowly. It doesn't hurt that much, right? 'Kay…breathe. I took a deep breathe and forced my body to deal with his weight against my broken arm. Okay. Okay. Good. I relaxed a little. Embracing his touch wholeheartedly.
He must've been looking down at the carpet now, too.
"It's okay, you know…" I said to him softly. I think he nodded, but I can't say for sure. It way too quiet for my taste. And then I felt something wet touch my bare shoulder. Shit. Tears. He shouldn't be crying. God. He never cried.
"Sasuke…" I practically whispered.
He didn't say anything and we sat their for hours, unmoving.
The pain in my heart was crushing me. Broken arm? I mentally scoffed, laughing at the bitter irony. I wilfully numbed my throbbing arm and pressed closer. It was nothing, nothing…
A/N: So, this was just a prologue. I just kinda had this idea, but I'm not sure if I want to continue. So if you think I should please review and let me know. Thanks ^^
-Kirian Knight