Summary: They were two totally different classes of people. He was strong, confident, and did things without a clear conscience, or a distinct line between right and wrong. She was not conscious of her emotions, doubted the feelings of others, of her worth, and her confidence was shaky at best. They were both very proud, but that did not keep them from getting under each other's skins. They were neighbors. Did I mention that he has a girlfriend?
Note: as this is based loosely in parts and in parts identical to real life (mine, specifically), birthdays will be changed. This is paramount for the storyline. Superfans, get over it. It's already AU and slightly OOC. Pairings should be obvious.
Warning: as said above, AU and slight OOC. Rated M for suggested violence (not really), drug and alcohol abuse, language and sexual themes. Although lime/lemon(s) are not planned, we'll see…
Extra Warning: This is real life, so be prepared for a twisted, unsatisfying alternate ending. One which will have you (possibly) saying, "that's fucked up."
Disclaimer: I do not currently, or ever, aspire to own Naruto; though this story is mine alone. My story, my life. Also, poems and prose included are either written by me, or are given due credit within the text.
Chapter 1 – New Year, New Me
My hand shakes
With my thoughts in knots
My heart races
And everything stops
Just a kiss from you
Just a hug from you
Lets me know
I can't be without you
The April breeze brought a strand of my dark hair into my face, blocking those deep brown eyes of his from my view for a few precious seconds. A strong hand brushed against my chin as he made to move the offending strand away from my face. The tips of his fingers lingered against my cheek and chin.
The sly, sincere smile glowed on his face, his dark eyes and presence systematically drowning me in his alluring essence. When he had stared long enough, we breathed, and then simultaneously said, "What?"
That sly grin reappeared and it widened into a true, amused smile, his eyes glistening in the dim porch light. His next words were spoken in truth, an epiphany evident in his face. When I could breathe, I smiled slowly and felt my face redden and my stomach tighten. The lingering fingers on my face caressed my chin slowly, gently, before dropping to my lap, squeezing the hand that had loosened in surprise.
It was the simplest phrase, calm as if saying, "I'm here." Nevertheless, it held all the power in the world, and would coincidently warm my soul and later drive me to the brink of insanity and hatred.
I was speechless. He was strong and relieved, the dominating presence he usually was.
"I love you."