Well, despite being somewhat (coughunderstatementcough) irked by Sasuke's behavior in the manga lately, I decided to write this oneshot to redeem him. That and it was 4:00 in the morning and i'd had two too many cokes earlier this evening at my baby-sitting job. But in all honesty, this basically stems from surfing Deviantart half the night out of boredom for angsty SasuSaku pictures and angsty SasuSaku songs on YouTube (caffeine hangovers always make me cry). So, it's like 5:20 now and being the nocturnal oddball I am, i'm still awake, not tired, and posting this...thing.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would be asleep, Sasuke would have ditched the revenge gig, and he and Sakura could get a head start on cooking up some pink-haired Uchihas.
In his dream, he is standing on a long road to nowhere. Somehow he knows no one else has walked along this path, even though he can't see the ground and whether it's beaten and blown. All he sees are pink velvet pieces littering the dirt path and he wonders why someone would drop them and walk over them as if they served no purpose. But they were leftovers, scraps, parts unneeded that would only take up space.
He walks further, and the fragments are changing, and he realizes that they're not pieces of velvet fabric at all. They're pink petals and suddenly the world is white and all the nothingness is raining everything in pink blossoms. He moves to the other side of the road to avoid the tree branches that come out of nowhere, poking along the edges of the path and then the empty space where the trees grow and no more.
The cherry blossoms are blooming as buds and opening and dying all at the same time like a forest, a symphony of baby pink spinning all around. Everything looks like clouds and it's so ethereal, so beautiful, so much heaven that for a moment he wonders if he's died and been forgiven.
But this place is too calm, too peaceful, too her to be heaven, because there is no heaven for him, a shadow. His feet crush the petals as he travels the road, firm under his step. The road never ends, but keeps going on and on in white infinity.
His feet stop on the ground. His breath slows in his lungs. The world stills to his senses. Because, there, she, is standing in front of him, in red and pink and white. Wrapped up in a cocoon of innocence and hope, with her namesake flower dancing in twirls around her. She is inches away and he reaches out to touch, because she's too notreal. And her eyes are so green and so crystal and so wet; her tears are cold and her cheeks are white but she's so warm.
He wants to, but he should not touch. He should not feel her and hold her. He should not kiss her and want her, but he gets what he wants.
You always get what you want.
"Sasuke-kun don't step on me."
He walked all over them because he shouldn't, couldn't want them.
"Sasuke-kun do you see the blossoms? Don't leave us behind."
Her voice is so tiny, like the her he's holding in his arms, seeming so unlike her big heart that's beating against his.
"Sasuke-kun, I love you, come home."
And then, one by one, the velvet fragments made cloth, and the pink petals made trees, and all the pieces made a whole.
He feels a tugging sensation and a cold feeling of distance in his heart so chilled, and he thinks she might slip away, but she can't. Because that would be losing heaven and heaven sounds sososo sweet…
Sweet…
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Like going to heaven. Going home.
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"Sasuke-kun. You're home."
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And now for a moment of completely unecessary and uncalled for rhyming:
Review, or else I shall cast the curse of insomnia upon you too.
See? I can write delusional poetry at five somethin' at night.