This is based off of one of my favorite songs, 'The Gift of Paralysis' by Envy on the Coast. I'm telling you, check it out, it's an amazing song, I tweaked it a little, but this is about Sasuke and Sakura, doesn't use there names at all, but hopefully you'll understand what I'm writing about, haha, but okay,

I do not own Naruto. And

I do not own the base song 'The Gift of Paralysis' by Envy on the Coast.

Throwing Punches at Ocean Waves.

His onyx eyes stared down into the black churning ocean. Moonlight slid out from behind the large clouds covering the stars that shone in the sky. The air was blanketed with the salt from the ocean, sinking into the man's lungs, burning in his black eyes. He felt the spray of the water glance off of his skin. The moon let him see, as her body was twisted and crushed by the large waves. The foam shone in the moon's glow, far away the ocean held a facade of calmness. To the naked human eye it looked anything but dangerous.

But the waves were large and heavy. And when she had jumped from the side... the ocean had gladly swallowed her to join it in its darkest and blackest depths. No one could see the rocks that creeped just below the ocean's normally glassy surface. Only the reflection of the people on the peer stared back when they attempted to look into its waters. The black and blue blanket covered the death.

The man's throat closed as he ran down from the peer. His heart screamed in his chest, urging him to find that girl. He made it to the beach but his legs would not stop him. He knew that she was already gone. It wasn't even worth it. He had seen her bones get crushed by the force of the terrible ocean. He saw it with his own eyes. But something inside of him refused to believe it. It denied that she could be gone.

He ran directly into the oncoming tide. The salt water stung his eyes and skin. It soaked into his jeans and his t-shit. The cold of the waves tore into his being, freezing him inside. But nothing would stop him from continuing.

A scream ripped from his lips. His heart was now in his aching throat. He couldn't see her. He couldn't see any part of her. Not even a hint of her pale skin, or of her pink hair. He couldn't see her... he couldn't see any of her.

He began to scream her name. He walked further out into the raging ocean. The tides pushing him back and forth, for no matter how powerful he was, he was simply a man, and man can do nothing to hurt the ocean. The tide threatened him, tempted him, to go into the water to join his almost bride. He screamed and yelled her beautiful name, until his throat was raw and numb, he wouldn't stop speaking it. His mind told him if he called for her enough... maybe her spirit would hear him and return to him. Maybe he could make her come back. If he could call her loud enough, he could wake her from the ocean's depths.

Anger welled in him, it burst from his every pore. It flooded out of his skin sinking itself into the already angry ocean. He knew he would never see her again, she would never hear him. He could never see her again.. Never see her face, see her smile... he would never hear her call his name... never again. He would never be able to call her his wife.

He started slamming his fists into the water. Throwing punches at the ocean waves. He kept hitting the dark water, trying to hurt it.

But it merely splashed at him. Laughing at his simple small, weak, human strength. His fists continued to hit into the water, his arms getting wet up to his elbows. All of his legs were down in the water, it was up to his stomach. The water still splashed up onto his face, mixing with his own salt water, the water that leaked from his dark onyx eyes.

His anger finally began to subside. He let his arms go limp into the water, his fists lay deeper into the water as his arms were straight down his sides. He lifted his face into the moonlight, tears streaming over his cheeks down to his chin, and finally falling down down, into the waiting hands of the salt water below. He hadn't gotten there in time. He couldn't save her. His own bride. It was his fault. She was gone from him, forever. And it was because he hadn't gotten to her in time.

He closed his burning black eyes, and stepped further into the water, feeling the pressure on his body, against his legs and his chest, the compacting pressure, it started to take his breath away. His raven hair was wet, dripping onto his eye lids, he breathed deeply, choking now and then on the ocean spray. He inhaled the salt water smell, listened to it lapping onto the sand where it met, married with the beach. He opened his eyes and stared up into the moon for one last time. It was full tonight, it laughed at him too. Told him he would never be strong enough to hold onto anything. Humans were so weak.

The man outstretched his arms above his head. Letting the moon create an outline for anyone passing by to see. Maybe someday someone would see his ghost, holding the hand of another, purer spirit, walking along the board walk, looking at each other, as if that day would be the day they'd be married together.

He let his arms fall down to his sides once more, and with a final thought of never again, that he would never see her again, he let the ocean welcome him to its depths. It gladly swallowed him, tossing his weak human body under the current, waves crushed him against the rocks, snapping his spine and breaking his skull. Water rushed into his lungs as his blood seeped into the hungry water.

When the waves finally calmed, the man lay beside his bride at the depths of the ocean's blackness. Never would they wed. Never would they breath again. The ocean held them in his large hands, taking them under his black and blue blanket, where they would be forever together, even if they didn't know it.

Yea, so that was it, please tell me what you think, it's a lot different from my normal, so review pretty please. :)

Peace everyone,

.Love