I wrote this from a prompt I found on LJ. The first paragraph is what the prompt was.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Misashi Kishimoto
From the porch, I can see the three of the balconies in the next apartment block over. I never see anyone out on the first or third floors. The people on the second have their TV out on the porch. I watch sometimes at night as they watch.
They seem to like watching soap operas. They were never really my thing, but late at night I don't have much else to do.
I can't sleep at night. Not when nightmares of him come plaguing my mind. I may be able to keep my mind from him in day but when night sets in there is nothing to distract me. During the day, I just say I'm going to find him, but I don't actually stop to think about him.
When the sun falls behind cement buildings and stops beating down upon the world, my thoughts automatically converge into him and only him. I find it hard to pull my thoughts away from him.
He's like a monster that comes every darkness to swallow up my thoughts of training and friends and trivial things.
Some say he is a monster, for leaving us, betraying us. I remember that last fight, before he left, we had both been monsters, nothing more than two monsters fighting an epic battle.
It should have been more than that. There should have been more emotion, more words. I should have told him how I felt, how I would feel.
And when I do eventually drift into sleep, my mind is filled with dreams of pale skin, black eyes, and a dark voice sliding over me. They are filled with red blood and heated moans and sharp pleasure that is so wrong, yet so right.
And when I wake, I shiver at the loss of touch, of pleasure, and a whisper of fear travels across me. For at these moments, I am weak, defenseless.
I never feel rested in the early mornings as light slowly reaches through my window. But still, I must get ready to go about my day as if nothing happened during the night, as if I'm just fine.
I put on my best smile and walk out the door, without a care in the world. But, oh god, I dread the night even now. Because I miss him and now it has morphed into love, lust, something that will not allow me to sleep.
And when I do see him again, after two and a half years of training and sleepless nights and pretending, I am speechless. And as my mind races through all the dreams, the reality that he is really there, doesn't truly set in until he is next to me.
His breath ghosts across my face and have to stop myself from moaning. Sakura says something next to me, and then he says something as well.
I feel I should contribute, but what to say? My mind isn't able to quite function properly. I mean to yell at him, for leaving us, me. But that isn't what comes out.
"I miss you, Sasuke".
I know this isn't really what happened when they met again, but I liked this better than the Kyuubi blah blah thingy, so yeah. Constructive critique is encouraged in reviews.