Pyromania
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. sob
Summary: AU When the Uchiha boys were young a girl with pink hair showed up his door step covered in blood saying "Kill me". Four years later, Sasuke deal with life as an arsonist as feelings for her. SasuxSaku
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It was Christmas. Auntie Jun was going to show up late for dinner. An hour late to be more exact.
The door bell had rung, and Itachi and I raced to the door. We both thought it was Auntie Jun, here to shower us with affection and gifts. We didn't expect that our childhood innocence would become ruined because of a girl a little younger than me.
I reached the door first.
My eyes had widened to such an extent I was surprised they didn't pop out.
She was covered in blood. The girl, whose hair looked somewhat pink under all the blood, there was so much, just pooling under her. She was naked and somewhat blue while the snow fell upon her head.
Staining pink in the blood...
So much blood….
Her eyes, which looked as though they could swallow a whole universe, fell upon me.
She grabbed my shirt, the blue one my mother had picked it out for me.
She leaned in close to me, our faces nearly touching.
"Kill me." She whispered.
Words far too dark for a child to hear, words a child should never have to say.
It was Christmas and I met the girl who chose me to kill her.
I think she's still waiting for me to kill her.
Sakura, cherry blossom, dead and needed to be chopped, my cherry blossom.
I love her.
I love her.
I love her.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
The Truth is…. I am obsessed with her.
She is, she was, and will always be that girl who chose me, only me: to kill her, to save her life.
She wanted me to be the stranger who came and changed her life.
I save you. I'll give you identity.
I wanted her to see me.
She never looks at me anymore.
I think that's why I turned into an arsonist.
I wanted people to listen.
No, for her to listen.
She told me the best way to gain an audience is to cause controversy. Everyone is left in wonder and awe by controversy. It is what people turn on the news for to distract them from really living.
We people, by society's standards are one person moving in a crowd of individuals. I ask you this where is individuality when there are thirteen other shirts hanging on a rack that resemble what you're currently wearing, most likely to be picked up by some random person.
Eventually we are no longer individuals, we are no longer defined by our clothing and thus we are left naked.
We go to extremes to be defined.
I did.
I still do.
The light of a match, the smell of a cigarette, the strong scent of gasoline, and the screaming of burning bodies become to all become a routine. Eventually the looks their faces become less troublesome and I'm able to sleep at night without a pang in my chest.
I'm able to sleep quietly, contently, and almost happily.
I save them.
Arsonist, killer, murderer, savior, honor roll student, good son, and genius... I've been called all of these, but the one name I want to be called is Pyromaniac.
Sasuke is Pyromaniac.
And I save people.
How'd you like, I people like it. I know it's "different" but I wanted to try something new! A fresher idea. besides I've never written a Naruto fan fiction before.
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