A dirty look; feral glance from across the distance enough to loose the animosity that brewed beneath this calm exterior, enough to snap the thin barrier of self-control that prevented an all-out war, bearing teeth and claws, brandishing fists and feet as weapons lethal as any knife.
A cautious gaze, watchful and fearful, waiting for signs as vicious as these traded now, pleading for peace and this continued silence; hoping against all hope for stillness and tranquility, knowing that presently discord was upon them.
All hell broke loose then, as anger and hatred and raw red feelings collided, clashed, struggled. And among these was still the barest hint of confusion, lost and befuddled, unknowing to the reason behind this tormented whirl of violent feeling.
And above it all the red that stained the victor's hands decorated the atmosphere and the taste of copper and salt and bitter lingered on his tongue and the person he'd once loved dying before him, limp arms drenched in this vile liquid, cloudy blue eyes speaking volumes more than the voice ever could: I hate you but through this all, through (above around despite beyond) I love you with my very existence. And I love you against insanity, (yours mine ours theirs?) against the hatred that separated us and brought us together to end it like this, against the slowing beat of my heart and the quickening beat of yours, the under and overwhelming approval and disapproval, water below and above the bridge.
He grinned, teeth violently white against the pale cast to his skin, red splotches marking his complexion, dark eyes dancing (singing glittering living shining). The pale lips below blue eyes returned this expression, a sanity-deprived smile on the bloodied face that he had so often held in his hands.
Final words.
"I love you."
His grin widened, eyes brightened. "As do I."
Smile grew, eyes cleared for a moment of sober lucidity. "Kill me now."
"As you wish."
Naruto pleaded.
Sasuke obliged.