fix'd
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He is pale. Skin white, almost translucent. You imagine that – if you could just stare hard enough – you'd be able to see the map of his veins, his arteries; be able to see what kept him alive and— but was he even?— breathing.
You wonder if he turns pink in the sun, like strawberry ice cream or like raw meat. Maybe he peels after too much exposure, sheds his skin like an insect does its exoskeleton and is born anew. Maybe that's it.
You don't notice you're staring until he brings it to your attention.
"What are you staring at, Ugly?" His voice is dull, empty of emotional markers in a way only he can get away with. Sasuke tries, but the most he can do is affected boredom. (There is only a difference because you decide there is).
You don't bother feeling offended, just say, "Don't you ever go outside?" Think that, while curiosity killed the cat, maybe you'll survive.
He quirks his brows, confused, and opens his mouth to speak, but then—
"Haruno!" You blink, startled. Looking around, you start to realize that this is probably not the first time your sensei has called your name. The whole class is staring and, maybe, at another time you'd feel embarrassed, but... It's too hot.
Sensei gestures towards the pool, a non-verbal you know what to do. You nod in affirmation, pull on your swim cap.
The air smells like sunblock and chlorine and summer.
You hold your breath and dive in.
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ahn~ Don't even ask. ( Well, ok, since you asked so nicely~ )
I mourned the end of onemanga by reading some Naruto, and then some Naruto fanfiction.
ff(dot)net, I am disappoint at the lack of Sakura/Karin. And, also? It's, like ridick hard to find decent SaiSaku while we're at it. D:
but, yeah, don't even ask where this came from. idek