Technically...I don't know if I could call it a prologue. It seems to fit like that, but then that would insinuate I wanted to make this multichaptered. In the end, I think I'm going to end up doing just that.
The basic comment I suppose I have for this would be that it spawned from listening too much to the Incubus song "Anna Molly". This is something I'm writing by myself, so it's likely that depending on feedback, I'll end up writing faster. I'm currently in a slump with it, to the point that I've finally broken down and decided that if I try and make it a rather long oneshot, it'll never work.
Long story short, this started off as not only a oneshot, but a drabble. I had no intention of making it longer than this prologue here, but it just wouldn't let me stop! I've gotten a little ways into it already, but I still want to tweak it and rewrite some parts and add body to it before posting the first "chapter".
Also, I seemingly completely forgot to mention that yes, this is completely AU. Enjoy!
Sasuke stood, gazing blankly out over the water as the sun went down. A brisk, fall wind whipped around his slender frame, tossing his hair every which way.
There's someone waiting for me, he thought, wondering perhaps if he could stare straight to the horizon and there that someone would be, if only he could stare far enough. He turned, reaching up to brush the hair from his face and straightening the collar of his shirt. The city lights were coming on, one by one in the distance, but out here, the rising roar of the night life and the traffic was eclipsed by the roar of the sea.
"Keep waiting for me," he whispered to the chilly air and the waves. "I'll find you."
There was a storm moving in. He could feel it in the shift of the wind and the smell of moisture in the air, even if he couldn't see a cloud overhead. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress slacks, he stepped away from the pier.
The real world, he knew, would never wait for him, and it was with that resignation that he left his own private sanctuary, immersing himself in the sounds of the night cutting loose around him. This was home; isolation in the midst of a bustling city that would never give him a second glance and a house where nobody waited for him.
Short, I know. It gets longer, it gets better, but I'm not sure when the next part will come seeing as I've still got a lot of tweaking to do. I could possibly even leave it as a oneshot drabble (with the addition of another part I think particularly fits with it) if the response isn't good enough to make me feel as though I should post the rest up here. We'll see!