This is my poor attempt to write romance/fantasy/horror/. I would like to hear your opinions and whether I suck at this or not (probably yes). This is a whole new territory for me, so do not shoot (I catch the bullet with my teeth though). Yeah, I am testing my skills as a daring writer…(you can laugh now)
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors. (Twoshot)
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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke
Summary[New story! Never-ending nightmares…blood…a raven-haired boy, who calls himself "The Messenger". Why walking with Death seems so familiar and whose messenger this Sasuke is[SasuNaru, twoshot, rated M for SEX
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Taste The Love The Lucifer's Magic
Again. Again. Again. I have to throw my blanket away from my bed since I do not want it to drench in blood. The blood flows from my ceiling as if the velvety stream was a river. I do not know where the blood comes from. There is no hole, no crack in the ceiling. Just a hell of a lot blood. Sticky, almost black blood.
I open my eyes, although they were never really shut - I open my "concrete" eyes. I am sitting on my bed, my forehead dripping sweat. It runs down my neck like thousands of ants with their small chilly feet. One day my heart will explode, I am sure. It is beating so hard that catching breath is almost impossible. Then I pass out.
My path is different from the others'. I know where I go night after night - I have always known. There, where no living soul can survive, where the air smells like acid and is so thick one could cut it with a knife. I stand in the fields of Hell, the land of death but I am not afraid. It is not the destination but the ride that rips my insides out in the open. Death itself is quiet.
Things are going worse. I cannot sleep anymore. Every night Death takes me by the hand and whispers sweet words into my ear. I follow him through the corridors and in between the marble pillars.
His hand it cold but somewhat familiar. Comfortable. His bony palm feels thin and light, yet, he has all the weight of the world on his shoulders. Sins of the fathers, sins of the daughters. My sins. I do not see his face; I can never see his face. I let him lead me and I close my eyes.
Morning. I am so tired; I cannot even keep my eyes open. I glide through the day like skaters do on ice but not feeling anything. Pictures change before my eyes and I reach for them, but I grab nothing. Thin air.
Night falls but I am not afraid of sleeping. Sleeping, as one calls it. Walking, as I call it. The girl is screaming her lungs out. I lift my blanket and all I see is blood. Again. Her leg is stuck between the wall and my bed, half of it is loose from the rest of her body. She screams and my ears hurt. They hurt so badly. I am soaked in blood. I reach my hand for her. Here we go again.
I wake up in some kind of an institution. The walls are pure white and the linoleum floor is shining after being polished too much. Everywhere I see white, like snow. No shadows. No blood.
I hear my mother crying; what is wrong with my son, what is wrong with my Naruto?!? Her sobs fill the air and her pearl like tears roll down her face on to the floor. Sleeping disorder, says a voice I do not recognize. He has to stay here, the voice continues. More sobs. Everything will be alright, he concludes.
Before leaving, he tells my mother that I linger between sleep and waking-hours. Mother buries her face into her hands. Oh, it is not between sleep and waking-hours dear doctor; I walk with Death. I linger between life and death. I smile to my mother, who hugs me and promises to come to visit me. This is the last time I see her.
The doctor leads me to a common room. He says to me that I should get acquainted with the other patients. We may have something in common, his clinical words echo in the hall. I look around in the room and I see people. Boys and girls, men and women at the brick of insanity. They are talking to themselves, petting their non-existent animals and rolling their eyes.
In the corner of the room, I see a boy of my age. He just gazes through the window his arms around his legs. I approach him, sit next to him. The silence is a mask which I am holding, he is behind a curtain.
Every night I die and I am born again, I say to him with my emotion-free voice. He does not reply. I find that comforting. I am Naruto Uzumaki, and you? I ask. No answer. The other patient near us tells me he is Sasuke Uchiha.
Sasuke…I taste the name in my mouth. It is like strawberries and vanilla with a hint of darkness. I like it. We keep silent until he opens his mouth slightly. I am the messenger, he says. I look at him and nod. A messenger of what? I wonder.
Every day we have the same routine. He sits in the corner; I walk to him and talk to him. He does not answer. Time flies like the birds, which head for the South in the fear of winter. I tell him about my world of nightmares and he listens or at least I think so. Little by little I get him to open up for me.
He smokes too, helps him to breathe, he says. We take long walks around the nearby lake; we watch its surface, which is moulded every time something touches it. The lake is like time, but we are shut outside. We can only watch how world goes on never having the opportunity to interfere with its pace.
I wish I die soon, I say. He stops in his tracks and gazes at me. Do not say that, he tells me. Then I do not have anyone to talk to, he says. I chuckle, am I just your relief - a sad excuse not to feel lonely? No…he says.
Do you know what "dream" I had yesterday? I ask him. No, he says. My bed became my grave. It was pitch-black and I could taste the fear. It was deep and it sucked me in. I tried to hold on to something and then again not. I knew what was waiting for me, I tell him. What, he asks. Death. He always waits for me, I say. I laugh a little, but he keeps quiet.
He comes closer to me and embraces me. I am sorry, he says. Do not be, I reply. As he presses me against his body, I inhale everything that is Sasuke. The odour is a mixture of cigarettes, ice and freedom. I encircle him with my arms and we stay like that for awhile. He ruffles my hair and lights a new cigarette. They kill you, I say to him. Do not worry, I will not go before you, he smiles. What does he mean by that? I wonder.
I follow him through the main doors into his room. Plain white. He takes of his shirt in order to put on another. I admire his torso. He is slender and his skin shimmers like pearls. There are to bumps on his back, right above his shoulder blades. I approach him and run my fingers on those overhangs. He shivers a little under my touch. Then he yanks my wrist and turns around fast.
I am about to say I am sorry, but those words never leave my lips since he steals them. He presses his lips on mine and my throat gives a groan without my permission. His lips feel so soft and warm. My lips are on fire as he devours them. He runs his tongue over my lips, licking the corners on my mouth. My breath hitches.
His hands are enjoying their own adventure inside my blouse, touching me all over. His panting is in unison with mine. A knock on the door and we detach. The doctor comes in. I hope he does not see that my face is red and I try not to huff so much.
He watches us carefully. What have you been doing? He asks with a stern voice. I am starting to panic since I know touching of any kind is out of the picture here. We ran here, lunchtime, Sasuke says. The doctor glances at us warily. Follow me, he says.
After the lunch I had to come back to my own room. I brush my lips with my fingers. My lips, where his were just a moment ago, and I smile. I miss him already. I can still taste him in my mouth. My heart beats so loud in my chest that I am deaf to my surroundings. I want him to kiss me again. I want to feel like this again. With him. I want to touch his skin like he touched mine.