Sanguine Summers I
want me now? no, not yet? okay, tell me when.
"It's so pretty."
Golden waterfalls crackle and dessicate into the navy, smoked sky.
"Hey...Sasuke-kun?"
A bundle of light exploded in his starless eye. He mumbled a reply, turning at an angle where his dark hair sliced his jawline.
"It's pretty, I said, the golden fireworks."
A tingle runs through your lips. He's missing your smile again.
"I like it too." His response is faint.
Every shade of gold embellished gallant acts, good fortune, and even greed. You knew his valor was admirable (left you dazed and longing) and the other two—just worked out in your favor.
So hope your nonsensical fantasies. Claim this beautiful man tonight.
"It's a-almost the finale, and..."
He pivots, the wind gracing him obediently. A coal eyebrow raises like a preying, poised snake. "And...?"
Hands wring out your white top absently. The night shrouds your inflamed blush. The tips of your long, curled hair flash red and green and white.
The stands of abundant eats, the cooling beach side, and flourishing fireworks...nothing hinted a date? A kiss signaling a good time?
When he agreed to accompany you (his gaze was attractively downcast), you were a jitterbug, jumping up and squealing your head off—happiest girl ever. Ino was the one who had to wean you off the phone at three in the morning. Screw sleep, the man of your dreams asked you to the fireworks festival!
You look down. He's sitting, his long legs stretched and his arms folded against his stomach. At his feet and tumbling forgotten down the hill are two pink-laced cones.
Maybe the cotton candy frosted his lips. Maybe you'll taste them if you're patient.
Biting his lip reminded you of a Bonsai rake grazing coral sand.
To be modest you bite your own, harder.
"I'm finally with you..."
Somehow the words slipped from your tightened jaw and bowed head in a wisp. Then, tilting your head, it's celibacy, his smile. His usually tapering cheeks succumb to the fluttering feeling inside his heart. You want to press the pleating of his yukata and extract, memorize each pulsation. And you know it was he who uttered those words, deep and laced with dark allurement.
Joy and slim relief wash over you. Your twelfth summer kicks off with a bang.
The finale rings longing reds, triumphant blues, and thankless golds around the sky.
The sky dessicated into white, stinging your eyes like sunrays.
Just as white and innocent is the kiss he delivers. He tastes of cotton candy after all, and you relish it and nearly deflate his cheeks. You cry tears that blind you, have blinded you, and murmur your love and loyalty and admiration against his mouth. You're sweet, you're beautiful, you're mine—you said this unabashedly.
Sasuke's eyes are clouded, soaking up the smoke left behind by the fireworks. There is a frown on his lips; you know it.
"...but only because you wanted me to be."
You never knew it would be the last lovely summer with Sasuke Uchiha.
