summary There's a warmth, but the shuriken remains painfully cold.
theme Bull's Eye
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infitiatio
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The shuriken was stiff and cold-like touching newly glazed ice upon the tips of your fingers; nerves wracking and telling your brain to pull away, just pull away (its way too dangerous and you might get hurt)—yet your hands are too entranced to the frost calling, the coldness beckoning, the darkness overwhelming…
"Sasuke-kun."
Her voice cuts off your trance, and you manage to acknowledge her presence.
"Hn. Sakura."
And she is there, her face framed by the falling leaves, pink hair flowing with the motions of the soft zephyr. Her lips are cherry red, and her eyes have the softest glow of emeralds-both are glistening against the enlightenment of the sun, reflecting something even more bright and cheery than day. And somehow you notice and know that this certain smile (the smile she's smiling now-isn't it pretty?) in her face is yours, and yours alone—
You find yourself staring.
"Sasuke-kun?"
Still, you manage to compose yourself before she notices that the object of your gaze is her.
"…Yeah?"
She doesn't speak; but instead, she smiles that smile again and you can't help but look away. There's a giggle in her eyes that's entrancing and you don't want to get caught in a sticky web where you can't get yourself out of-
(Because you're afraid that walls have ears and certain people might find out the deepest spot of your weakness—)
…There's too much that has been taken away and you're not letting that happen again.
Your heart wrenches and you frown to hide emotion. Still, her smile stays and it doesn't waver.
(But you're already walking away—why is she like that?)
You grip the shuriken in your hands; its coldness is suddenly dull.
There's a warmth somewhere and you have no idea where it came from.
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FINI - 110105