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White is for Virgins
I
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire,
wear my soul, and call me a liar
Naruto Uzumaki –age 25
The sharp kunai blade plunges beneath my second rib, sifting through raw muscle, cutting through bone, just as the betrayal had my heart. I managed another damned smirk, making him writhe in anger, and thrust the silver, turn crimson, blade deeper inside of me. I lean against the wall, smiling as feeling seemed to fade from me, all in a matter of seconds. I swore to him I'd never say "I love you" again, but I am the liar, the thief, the outcast.
"This doesn't change how I feel about you," I lied, again. The last of my withering feelings had borne hatred. My mouth watered just looking at him, and my hand twitched with vehemence, wanting to wrap itself around his scarred neck, just one more time. However, he had won, as always.
The wound would not kill me, but just the attempt made it clear he wanted me gone. Forbidden to ever say a word of kindness of the sweetest past I had ever known. The sorrowful ballad of our dirty love had finished, and he pulled the warmed blade from me, glowering as he did so. I knew it hurt that he had to hunt me just to kill me, all for the sake of his grimy pride, and even grimier ambitions.
"Shut up, just shut up." He said, turning away from me.
He dried his bloodied right hand on a towel, as if to dust his hands off. I slid to the floor, plopping into my own pool of blood. My head falls at an angle, before my body slumps to the ground, watching him put on his black shirt, as if he had not just wrenched my heart out right out of me. "It'll go quicker, if you do."
I try my best hiss at him, but it fails—miserably—and came out as a long winded croak. However, I feel my body already start to work back to natural health. I can't be killed by mere blades. However, the poison coursing through my veins might just do the job.
The only warning I had of Neji's arrival had been dark lines, and an air of smoke. My nose snarls, and my body fights for mobility. Though Neji's vow for revenge had rung true, I never felt such an over-whelming desire to attack. The heels of my feet, still screaming in its fading pulse of movement, dug into the wooden floors.
"I should kill you, Uchiha," Neji frowned, wrathful, slightly still vengeful, "But your loyalty to my force has been unfaltering for the past century. The bounty will do well, for now." He looked to me, as if he had the right! I glared back.
Though my vision blurs, and my mind slows, I struggle to produce saliva to spit at his feet. I hadn't even been the one who took his love from him, the liar, the traitor he needed to slay stood next to him! I will destroy you Hyuuga, in the next life, God willing. As if he had heard the vow, he looked down at me, a smirk curling his lip.
Part II
Three Years ago… No point of View
Naruto Uzumaki had gone to bed angry. His least favorite way to crawl into the new, large bed he had acquired through countless ninja missions, in order to find, and purchase, the finest bed for him, and his love. To emphasize his immature rage, he stomped his feet, and crossed his arms.
Sasuke Uchiha had gone to the couch content. Though on the surface he managed a smirk off of his lips, inwardly, he couldn't help but beam with pride. Naruto had fallen into his web of logic, and had been trapped there the whole argument, though it carried on longer than he planned, he still had gotten what he wanted. Still, he would have to bear the leather couch that gave off zero insulation, and even worse comfort.
The argument had been whether Sasuke or Naruto should be the groom of their oncoming wedding. Though Naruto desperately wanted to use his sexy jutsu to show off his perfectly manicured curves, and well oiled skin, Sasuke forbad the idea. It would be a disgrace to work so hard to integrate into society as a couple for the past years of turmoil, only to give them what they wanted.
Midnight swept into dawn, and with the rising sun, Naruto found himself tucked underneath Sasuke's right arm, as if nothing had happened the night before. He pondered, for the slightest second, if he, himself, had gone down to the couch and lifted his fiancé, and brought him back to bed. However, the amount of energy that would have taken surely could have woken one of them up. Sasuke by far was the lightest sleeper, and would have alerted him. Naruto's heart fluttered as he thought of the next possibility…aliens! No. No, that couldn't be it. Could it…?
"Why are you staring at me?" Sasuke's onyx eyes shot open, and glared to focus on Naruto's soft cerulean orbs. Naruto's eyes lowered, and he picked at the corner piece of the couch blanket that still had been wrapped around Sasuke. "I was just wondering…"
"Stop wondering. It was too cold, so I came in here, problem?" Sasuke fought to keep the same scarlet blush off his cheeks the way it crawled onto Naruto's.
"N-no…not at all," in as much as Naruto found the gesture cute, he knew better than to push it. Instead, he circled his arms around Sasuke, and smiled. "Two months."
"And five days." Sasuke answered, before drifting back into sleep. Naruto waited awhile, staring into the deep abyss of pale in Sasuke's features. Though it would be a good hour before he emerged into deep sleep, Naruto would wait an eternity to count the arising gold freckles that came in the Uchiha's sleep. He didn't mind, he had an eternity to spare, for the quirks of his fiancé.
Next chapter:
Ino wandered into a vampire society, and into Neji's life.
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