A/N: This is my first oneshot, so I present to you a short fic of my perception of Sasuke. Tell me what you think!
Waking Never
He abruptly woke up to the soft snoring of the napping girl beside him. Beads of sweat decorated his face as he breathed steadily, struggling to catch up with the sudden reality around him. He managed to lie back silently on to the bed, noting that this was the fifth time of the week that he had trained hard with Orochimaru, gotten drunk, and had awakened with another unnamed girl in the middle of the night.
And for the first time in a year and a half, he had dreamt of Sakura. She had that pretty smile of hers, holding out a delicate caring hand. It's never too late, Sasuke-kun.
Sasuke embraced the rising warm feeling as he thought of her soft, short magenta hair. Her pale skin, the emerald eyes, the annoying little way she had of always pushing herself on him; it was what kept him falling more and more when he was back in the village.
The way he had left her had replayed over and over again in a part of his brain he had vowed not to think back to. He ran his fingers through his dark, now longer hair.
How old would she be now? Fourteen? It didn't matter…after he had betrayed Konoha he'd lost count of the fast-flowing days that were continually breaking him down – physically and mentally.
Sasuke had thought that serving in Orochimaru's domain would be the bridge to coming closer…closer to destroying HIM. Nowadays, he just felt all wrong. The strength he'd gained, the respect that'd emerged out of fear from his current residence in the Sound – it felt distorted. A sick feeling was starting to reappear more and more at the pit of his belly. It was a feeling of something missing, but much worse.
At first, it came to mind that maybe his hunger to kill Nii-san was starting to eat him alive. But it was something else that was burning him.
All the liquor, the girls, the training…
The revenge…
It couldn't suppress what he was really feeling. Sasuke wanted to go back.
To her.