I don't own Naruto.
Sasuke stares at her like always does. His eyes scanning her movements as though she was a hypnotist and she just so happened to draw him with her mythical powers. She submitted to his every will no matter how sinful it was. How infernal it may be, she would do it. Only for him. Why was it that she treated him as though he was some god when in reality he was just a human. A demonic human who slaughtered people in every direction, seeked revenge only to gain morosity, tried with vigorous will to achieve those tasks which are evil? Why?
Why would she even dare?
Why would she even try?
Questions like these were best unanswered because he knew the answers would only be harmful to himself. He knew she possibly did not just lust after him. She tried to ravage him every second she could, but he knew, even if he hated to admit it, that it was something more. She held an attachment to him that he couldn't understand.
Why would she want to?
So he did what was unclear and detrimental to him. He pursued her. And for god knows why.
She was at her usual stance. Preparing to please every aspect just for him and he led her to his room where he did concupiscent things to her. He fingered her and touched naughty parts of her and he came to the realization...just maybe he too was attached to her. She moaned and begged for more and pleaded and whimpered and smiled.
Why would she smile?
Why would she like his touch when his hands were bloodied?
"Hey, Sasuke-kun." She said as his fingers dug into her panties. She made another moaning sound.
"What?" He asked blandly. Not really wanting the sound of her voice to only further derange him. Her everything drove him insane.
"You know that fluttery feeling in that bottom of your stomach?" She said as she shoved his fingers out of her panties and pressed her body against him.
"Sure." He had felt that feeling ever since she donated her own chakra to him. Why she would do that? He had no idea of that either.
"I get it when your around."
Why would she?
Why did she love him?
He pushed away the questions as he pushed her body away from him. He didn't deserve love. He didn't deserve her. Yet, he turns around and glances at the befuddled Karin and still asks this:
Why does he love her?
