Sasuke's Dsmbr

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in anyway, shape or form. Nor do I own 'My Dsmbr' or any of its lyrics.

Sasuke's breath formed puffs of steam in the frostbitten dawn air. He had come outside to practice in the open, where he wouldn't set his room on fire. But now that he was here, he realized he didn't want to disturb this snow-covered world.

His black eyes roved over the dark evergreens, their needled limbs laden with the snow that still fell, each snowflake unique and perfect. He held out a hand to catch one, watching as the tiny white star melted into a quivering droplet on his freezing fingers.

He tucked his gloveless hands into his pockets, remembering…

It had been the first snowfall of the year in Konoha. Kakashi had given team seven the day off, after they had waited over two hours for him in the icy cold. After the jounin left, far more quickly than he'd arrived, he had been leaving himself, going home just as any sane person would, when Naruto's snowball exploded on the back of his head.

Sakura had yelled at the hyperactive blond for this, who laughed until she hit him with a snowball of her own. Then they were all flinging the loose powdery substance through the frigid air, though he still wasn't quite certain why he had allowed himself to become involved in his teammates' gleeful frivolity.

After the fight, Sakura had insisted that he stay so the three of them could build a snowman together. Admittedly, it had been going pretty well until Naruto, being the clumsy idiot that he was, fell on it, smashing their efforts into a shapeless mass of snow.

His dislike of sweets was what finally enabled him to turn down the girl's offer of hot coca on the way home. Senseless as it had seemed, it had still been one of his precious few good days.

What were his teammates doing now, without him?

Irritated with himself for this lapse into emotion, he inhaled deeply, the icy air burning in his lungs as he prepared to melt the sentimental scene into oblivion…

A single snowflake drifted lightly down to melt on his nose.

Slowly, he exhaled, his breath forming more puffs of steam that drifted slowly before his face.

"Hands are too cold anyway," the youth muttered to himself.

Shoving them back into his pockets, he started back. The sensible thing to do would be to go inside and warm up before he made himself sick.

… This is my December, this is my time of year

This is my December, this is all so clear

This is my December, this is my snow-covered home

This is my December, this is me alone

…

This is my December, this is my time of year

This is my December, this is all so clear

This is my December, these are my snow-covered trees

This is me pretending this is all I need

…

Yawning slightly, Kabuto walked into the kitchen to find Sasuke dumping a mug of hot brown liquid into the sink.

"Sasuke…?" he questioned.

"I don't know what people see in that stuff, it's nasty."