After a long absence I'm back. I ended up loosing all my important files, including all my un-posted fan fiction. I was in a funk for quite some time. This is something I wrote to get back into the swing of things. I've also rewritten most of the Kunoichi chapters I lost.
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Hairs and Dwellings
Two pieces of hair. That is all that they were. Nothing more and nothing less.
At least, that is what he kept telling himself as he carelessly twirled the hairs between his two fingers.
Pink and yellow. Yellow and pink. Rare hair colours on this land. From a rare species of people.
Two people who saw him for more then a name.
The one who was willing to give it all up to stay with him.
And the one who was willing to give it all up to bring him back.
His eyes shifted towards the bleak ceiling of his new abode.
This place was just that – a place. A place to store his stuff, not that he had much of anything to store anymore.
It served its purpose, just like his once home turned hunted house served its purpose.
His eyes switched back to the hairs. He tilted his head, further rumbling the blankets on the bed, and squinted. The two hairs blurred together. To bright colours embracing, surrounded by darkness. Where they trying to hide from it, or where they preparing to fight it?
He did not know.
He wondered if Sakura hated him now. He wondered if she was angry with Naruto for not bringing him back.
He wondered if Naruto was angry with Sakura for not making him stay to begin with.
He wondered if they were hiding from the darkness or preparing to fight it.
He did not know.
After all, he left those people behind with an overturned picture.
In his life, only these two hairs from them remained.
It would be more then easy to get rid of them. Toss them outside and let the wind carry them away. Use a small fire jutsu and burn them away.
He twirled them once more between his fingers, causing them to entangle even more.
He casually noted that these hairs must have wound up on his traveling pack after the Chuunin Exam, giving the shortness of the pink.
He stopped his thoughts and shifted his gaze to the door. A few moments later a knock came. It created a sound that made this room seem even more hollow.
"Sasuke-sama. You are being called for." A voice drifted through. He made no response, but the voice knew he never would and moved off to where it had come from.
After gazing at the door a few moments more his eyes idly went back to the hairs.
He could decide what to do with them later. He indifferently tossed them to the floor and left the room of greys and blacks stained by a small streak of pink and yellow.