I was in a angsty-ish kinda mood... Heh I wrote this in 10 minutes not even 5 minutes ago. I rock.
FD: She doesn't own Naruto/Sasuke etc. That would be... Masashi Kishimoto.
Yeah... it sucks. But someday I'll have my very own manga! And people will be saying 'Wow, I wish I was her!'
... I can dream can't I?
Anyways, onward!
He gagged in disgust, wiping the slimy... puke (even the word was disgusting) from his mouth. Sitting back on his heels, he had to clench his hands firmly to keep from loosing the rest of his lunch. Although there likely wasn't much left now.
"You... you fucking... you bastard!" His eyes burned, he could feel tears forming and wiped at them furiously.
"How could you do this to me! I finally found you and, and... dammit!"
A thud rang throughout the clearing as his fist hit the ground. Raising it to his mouth, he sucked away the blood. Half of which wasn't even his.
"Why do you always do this? Every time I think I've got you back, you leave again."
His hand brushed away the body's hair, mottled with blood it stuck and congealed and he wanted to puke again. Wanted to feel some other kind of pain.
"And now you're gone, for good."
A sad pained smile flitted across his face.
"You're such a bastard, you know that?... Sakura, she'll cry, Kakashi, he won't show anything, but inside he will be too. Everyone will mourn..."
Taking his shuriken from his holster, he gripped it tight and lifted it.
"I wonder... Will they mourn for me too?"
He pressed the blade against his neck, looking down at the beautiful body before him.
"Even in death, you're perfect... Sasuke..."
He was crying now, he couldn't stop, so much pain.
"I love you..."
And the blade sliced.
Y'know, I'm sure I could've thought of a better way to phrase that last line. Ah well, enjoy!