Title: Infection

Author: Sakanda

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: SasukexNaruto

Genre: Angsty

Rating: PG

Warnings: Implication of some boy lovin, poetic feel & the f-bomb

Notes: Mmm, wrote this for SasuxNaru on LJ, cause I love those guys. Yeah it's short, but whatever. It's like, a drabble. A reflective piece. Touched it up somewhat.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sasuke, or his angst, sorry to say.

Sasuke POV (or whatever you wanna call it)


Infection

It hurts.

It feels like he's choking with it, the pain, but that sounds too dramatic, too over the top for his liking. He's sick to his stomach with the thought that someone could use his pain, his weakness, against him. That they could claim his just imagining, that he's simply seeking attention. Such terms leave a sour taste in his mouth.

And so he hurts, but he does so quietly, by himself, and that's nothing new. His life has been full of pain, full of hundreds upon hundreds of different aches, countless afflictions. He's never had time in between the injuries to heal the wounds. So he's learned to just ignore them, to let them fester and rot and scar, because when they're out of sight, they're supposed to be out of mind too, right?

But maybe now, after all this time, it's caught up with him. All that bacteria, from all those cuts and scraps and lacerations, maybe it's grown and multiplied to be too much to bear due to all of his neglect. Maybe that's what this pain is, an infection. One that's poisoning his blood. One that's decaying his heart.

It hurts enough to be one, he's sure of that - hurts enough to be a physical ailment. He's only really been sick once, when he was much younger, during a time when his mother was still there to nurse him back to health. The memory's foggy, faded by fever and age, but... he still remembers. He remembers how miserable he was. How discontented. He remembers his fear, and his confusion, remembers his overwhelming sense of being wrong and the inability to feel any relief or comfort. And now, right now, it feels like he's gotten that fever again. He feels disillusioned and warped with it, with a sickness he can't see.

And so, while it seems reasonable, while it makes sense that after all this time, all of his injuries would catch up and overcome him, it doesn't explain why it hurts, why it hurts so fucking much, to just simply think about Naruto.

fin


A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Feedback is always very much appreciated!