A/N: I would really like to thank my first beta, shelter, who helped perfect my style and gave really good advice. This is my first Naruto fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
In the Stunning Moonlight
There was something characteristically real in the way the moon painted his pale skin with its opalescent rays in shadows and silver. Something that night changed. I don't know why it happened or maybe I just imagined the whole thing, that happens sometimes. Over and over Sasuke has came back to me in my head and some days I just want to breakdown and believe it. But it had to be real, this time.
It might have been the way I felt the cool night air sting my cuts, my bitten lips, and slightly tousle my hair. There was something characteristically real in the way the moon painted his pale skin with her opalescent rays And thinking back on it- I can feel my heart throbbing in my chest, goose bumps rising up on my arms.
There is no way this cannot be real
I can't remember the exact dialogue that passed between us, but it started out was just like any other day. He called me ugly, I got so angry and I raised my hand to punch him but then, he noticed the stream of blood that was beginning to trickle down my arm. His face suddenly became serious. In the stunning moonlight, with one swift, graceful movement, he grabbed my arm and gently dipped his fingers in the rivulet of blood, moving the blood out of the way with his thumbs, smearing it across my arm and onto his pale fingers, coloring them vermillion. I've never seen him touch anyone like this, he pushes up my sleeve and finds one, two, three more scars.
I don't know why I let him, maybe I want someone to understand and maybe he did. I could tell, in his own way, he was sympathetic or maybe it was pity. Either way, it was more than what Sasuke felt for me, and I was thankful for just a moment. His eyes were on my face again and I'm looking right back. His eyes are black, like Sasuke's and I fall into them. Eons pass and I'm back on earth realizing he is beautiful too, with his paper skin and glossy ink eyes.
"Sasuke," I murmur. Then I realize there wasn't enough hate in his eyes, they were void of any emotion at all. not the same as Sasuke but I kiss him anyway, shoving my tongue into his mouth, eyes crammed shut, hands on both sides of his face.
I feel his hands pulling my face away from his, I feel my face flushing and heartbeat racing. He looks me in the eyes and I can see his lip bleeding, I must have bit him.
"I'm not Sasuke," he tells me. I try to interrupt but he covers my mouth with his hand. "Go to sleep, Sakura," he orders like talking to a small child. He brushes his lips against my forehead. I feel a dot of blood blot there but I don't wipe it off. I can't bear to, I need proof, tangible proof. I look back up into his eyes and realize that he doesn't truly understand, he cannot feel anything.
But if he can't feel emotions then why do I sometimes see loneliness reflected in his eyes? Maybe it's my own loneliness I see reflected in those glossy depths. He probably feels no different for me than Sasuke ever has.
At that thought, a sigh unexpectedly breaks through my lips. At least he should understand my physical pain. He is all of a sudden next to me, our fingers brush for a moment before we part ways, eyes lingering on each other before we slip back into our tents. Something definitely had changed.