Darkness.
Blinding lights.
Pounding music.
Dancers everywhere.
These were the only things that I can really describe tonight. I am now twenty-one; four years older than I was when I returned to the village after defeating Itatchi. Now, everyone had either become Jounin or been put in to the ANBU-including myself, Sasuke Uchiha. The hokage had been kind enough to give all of the higher-ranked shinobi a break and put together this huge party in honor of all of their hard work. Naruto had dragged me here against my will. He said something about it being fun.
Yeah right.
So far, I've had at least ten different women who've started to grind against me, a few without my permission. Not that I gave any of them permission, they were just the only ones who didn't ask before they tried to win over my affection. What most people didn't realize was, I don't have many emotions left in me.
Well, I do, but I've buried them deep down. I have no need for them, really. I can get mad, irritated, have a sense of humor every so often (when no one is around), but that is pretty much it. I would have more emotions, but I don't because I finally got what I wanted.
Sakura hates me.
We're in picture black and white
You took the light out of my life
When you gave in.
I looked over across the room and saw her standing there. To me, she looked like she didn't really want to be here. She was acting the part everyone expected her to be: Konoha's sweetheart. To me, it was all too obvious she was acting, and I'm pretty sure that if that dobe, Naruto, would take his lips off of Hinata's neck, maybe he would see it, too. But, no, he was a bit busy. Strange how Hinata has grown out of her shell.
I once again looked at Sakura, and this time, she looked at me.
That look. It was petrifying.
There wasn't any coldness to her glare; it was just, emotionless, like how I was when we were young. What has come over her? When I was a missing nin, she was so dead-set on bringing me home. Ever since I came back, she has been this way. Did I do this to her? By leaving?
Or is it because I have returned?
Will she ever forgive me for the pain I've caused her?
I feel an abnormal need to go over and try and comfort her, but I know all too well that that cannot happen.
Because, I, too, play a part in this world; of a man without a heart.
We're playing out our different roles
We should be wanting the same goals
Listening, forgiving.
Oh, why can't we communicate?
When the main feature, is just beginning.
Later that night, we were standing next to each other, watching everyone else. I sure that by the end of night, I will have most likely lost my hearing for a day or two.
Why am I still here?
It is weird. We are not saying a word to each other, but it seems as though we don't need to; it's like we can read the other's thoughts. I wondered if she still hated me, and then she intertwined her fingers with my own, as if saying she didn't. I couldn't be too sure though, maybe she was testing me, or it could have possibly have been a spur of the moment type of thing-everyone else was doing something odd to another tonight, who wouldn't feel pressured?
In this silent movie
There's no talking
You're just an actor.
So break into my story
Take it over
Paint it with color
I see her mouth moving, but with all of the music and everyone screaming, I can't understand her. I try to read her lips, but then there is the fear that I'll misinterpret her. She grabs m arm, and leads me to a small room away from the rest of the outside drama.
Crap. There's that weird feeling again. Is she trying to test me? We sit down on a couch, but no one says anything. It seems as though things are taking a turn-
Everybody's speaking, but you don't know what they're saying
You're just
Guessing meanings
Interpreting emotion through a window that is broken we're just
Testing feelings
Oh, why can't we communicate
When the main feature
Is just beginning
-but is it for the better, or for the worse. I really hope she isn't still acting. Because even if it is, I still get that guilt for turning her into this.
And I want to change that.
In this silent movie
There's no talking
You're just an actor.
So break into my story
Take it over
Paint me with color
Then she decides to speak. And she sings along with the music from outside, but can tell that it also is how she is felling because of the look on her face. She sings:
"Step into the movie
You can be my leading man
Break into the silence so your heart can understand
Step into the movie
We can walk along the sand
Let me stand beside you put your heart into my hands".
Honestly, I never knew she could sing. I keep a calm expression on my face. But what she does surprised me a bit.
She leads me to the middle of the room, and leads me into a slow dance. She looks into my eyes and-
-she smiles. I haven't seen her smile in years. It makes me feel good. An"d I yet again wonder; does she still ha me, or has she still loved me, after all this time.
Don't you know you love me
Like you never loved yourself?
Don't you know you love me
Like you never loved yourself?
Don't you know you love me
Like you never loved yourself?
"So, Sasuke, how have you been lately? We haven't had many missions together," she asks. I unconsciously realize that I've missed the sound of her voice. It was…..soothing.
"Haven't been too bad. And yourself?" I questioned as we swayed to the music. If my attention to her answer was any less focused, I wouldn't have heard her at all because she was messing with the ends of my hair in the back of my head. Since when had something like that become a distraction for me?
"Pretty dull. I need something to spice it up every now and then." She then looked at me expectantly. At first I was confused by her words, then t hit me. I dipped my head low and pressed my lips softly to hers. They tasted a little bit of cherries, just like her scent. As I pulled away she looked into my eyes again.
"Maybe you can be the one to spice up my life," she then suggested. I smirked an kissed her again.
Maybe, for one night, I won't have to be an actor.
In this silent movie
There's no talking
You're just an actor.
So break into my story
Take it over
Paint me with color