I'm thinking of this as a dumpsite for all my SasuSaku musings, little bits and pieces that don't fit anywhere else.
This particular thing is Modern!AU
If you went missing-
I'd tell them to look for a man with black hair, (grudgingly) cut in a declamatory manner. I'd tell them you were last seen in a grey tshirt, worn thin. It was hanging on you like a plastered junkie on a bench, and I'd tell them that as well.
I'd say that there were white blotches on your jeans from that time you painted the kitchen, also grudgingly. For every thing you do grudgingly there are a dozen that you do willingly.
And if they found someone who looked like you but they weren't sure, I'd ask if the man had a light scar above his right knee, because you got that when we were in Spain and you tried jumping up on the jetty to show off but cut yourself instead.
I patched you up that time.
I have sewn a lot of stitches in your skin because you hurt yourself a lot, and it went on until I told you to stop because by then your hurt was my hurt too.
He hadn't thought much of it, but all the little inconveniences began piling up just like bills on an over-crowded kitchen table filled with dirty glasses and bumbling plates and everywhere he went he thought of her.
As if her way of spinning the end of her short ponytail around her fingers had administered his brain brief electrical shocks and there would forever be noise instead of silence.
She picked avocados, vegetables and he followed her hands down into the box, fearing that the answer for life and the universe was written down below and if he looked away he'd just might miss it.
He wondered if there was anyone who loved her like this, if they too was on the verge of spilling out their hearts in their laps at the slightest catch of her breath.