Characters: Naruto, Sasuke
Summary: Like this, always?
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
I stare at you from across the bridge, the fog half-hiding you, and I feel like we've been here before.
No, scratch that. I feel like we've been here several times before. And I gotta wonder, Sasuke: Have you noticed? I'm not sure if you have or not.
We're always like this these days, aren't we? Standing on opposite ends of a battlefield when we ought to be standing together, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. You and me, looking at each other, everybody else unimportant, and we both wonder how the cards are gonna fall.
Then, we both know how the cards will fall, even if we don't, and we draw our weapons and start to pace. Our blood picks up in our veins, starts to roar in our ears like a caged lion. Hearts beat faster. And then, we drop everything that might hold us back and charge, and draw each other's blood not caring about the consequences.
Does it always have to be like this, Sasuke?
I don't understand you. When you talk, you scream your words and I can't understand what you're saying half the time. You don't make any sense anymore, not that you made much sense to start with; you just go on and on about your revenge and how we're all ignorant bastards who are just getting in your way and how we all deserve to die because we're all guilty.
I was eight years old when your family died. Sakura was eight years old when your family died. How the Hell do you think it's our fault they're dead?
Why does it have to be like this? I'm still your friend, aren't I? I want to help you, but I can't help you when you're like this. I can't help you if you won't even help yourself.
You don't listen. You've never listened to anybody unless you had to, and since I'm just a nobody in your eyes, just like always, I know you won't listen to me now.
You just mock me from across the battlefield.
And I still wonder why you decided it had to be like this.