Watch Me Burn, a naruto fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG AND I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

She looked peaceful, like an angel. The moon was the only source of light, glittering across her porcelain skin, her pastel pink hair glowed like a halo. Her expression was peaceful, head turned slightly, hands resting beside her face. He had the urge to push a stray strand of pink hair from her eyes. Her lashes just touched her cheeks, long and dark. It was a shame, this was the only time he saw her most vulnerable side, it was beautiful. But, when those sharp emerald eyes opened, she'd be guarded. She'd hate him, again. So, as he finished buttoning his shirt, he leaned down and pressed his cool lips to her temple.

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I'm leaving you
No you ain't
Come back
We're running right back
Here we go again
It's so insane
Cause when it's going good
It's going great
I'm Superman
With the wind in his bag
She's Lois Lane
But when it's bad
It's awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Sun shone through the drab curtains, pulling a young woman from her sleep. She rolled over, eyes still closed, hand reaching. She knew the spot next to her would be empty, she knew he wouldn't be there. But, still, her heart ached and a surge of anger woke her fully. Her eyes cracked open, not used to the bright cheery room. Sure, she lived there. And sure, she had made it her own. But the light grey walls made her skin crawl, reminding her of his cold onyx eyes. As did the furniture, pale white, like his skin. And the dark sheets, of his hair. Everything reminded her of him, and she hated him even more for it.

The office was quiet, his was anyways. That's how it went, no one was to disturb him, and that's how he liked it. Until there was a light knock on his door. He mumbled a 'come in', expecting his secretary had some forms to give him. He was surprised at the loud click of heels, angery. He let out a breath and looked up. His angel, the one with the silver skin and pink halo. Now, her hair was in a tight bun, small pink locks falling into her face. Her skin shone against the dark shirt and dark skirt, but she was no angel. She was the devils spawn in waking hours.

"Sasuke," she said - her tone cold.

"Sakura," his tone equally cold.

"You know why I'm here." She stated, emerald eyes gleaming.

"You say that, but by tomorrow, we'll be right back to where we started." He said, crossing his arms.

"Fuck you," her words were clipped.

"You know it's true. You feel it, deep inside. And there's no escaping it." He said, slowly getting up.

"I feel nothing but regret, to have fallen for a swine like yourself." She growled, eyes turning to slits.

"So you admit it, you've fallen for me." He said, a smirk playing on his pale face.

She glared, she knew she'd lose this fight. She knew he was right, no matter how much she hated him, she also loved him with the same passion. He stalked towards her, herself backing up against the wall. His eyes were predatorial, primal. He placed his hands on either side of her face, face mere centimeters apart. And with that, she gave in, to the pain, the pleasure, and the fury.

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get 'em
Now you're getting fucking sick
Of looking at 'em
You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down
Pin 'em
So lost in the moments
When you're in 'em
It's the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it's best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It's a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin' over
But you promised her
Next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

Of course, they played the game. On and off. He'd love her, she'd love him. He'd leave, never hating her, and she'd stay, always dispising him. His words were lies, she knew that. But, she would break down, and believe the lies. They'd argue, over the littlest things, over him leaving. Over him being out late in the office. But, he'd come back the next day, a black rose in one hand and a promise to never hurt her again. The roses stayed black, never being red or white. Black was the color of his heart, and it was slowly tainiting her own.

She had taken to hurting herself, with a lighter, on the days he would leave. She liked the creative things she'd draw on herself, permanent on her glowing skin. He'd seen them, during their love making - if you could call it that. He never questioned, because he didn't want an answer or he already knew. Staying quiet, he watched her and let her burn. He knew she liked it, he knew the pain was her escape from his constant lies. So he let her have her escape, but always wondering what the next step would be.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. The same old game, each never tiring. Each never budging. That is, until one fight went to far. She grabbed a plate, smashed it on the ground, earning a glare from him. She glared back, yelling in his face. His control slipping, he drew his hand back and slapped her. She stumbled back, eyes wide as were his own. Tears welled, she ran. Anywhere, just away. Reaching the bathroom, she closed it and locked it. Sliding down, she cried. Silently, because her voice was lost.

He pounded on the door, voice screaming. Pain clear in his words, his heart ached, his head hurt. Eventually, he gave up, knuckles red and bleeding from constant pounding. He left, slamming the door behind himself. Leaving the girl alone to play with fire. To burn herself, to pleasure herself, to escape herself.

Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn't mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper's just as bad
As mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love
You're just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn't you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed
I'll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I'mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire

The phone rang as soon as he stepped into his office, he wasn't in the mood for to answer. But, his secretary ran in, telling him what was happening. He ran, fast as he could. Pushing himself to the limit. His eyes watered, his breath in short pants, neither from excertion.

He saw his house, way off in the distance. The faint red glow and piling grey cloud of smoke. Ignoring the yellow tap, he charged through the flaming door. Small embers hit his face, slightly burning his skin. Firefighters hadn't arrived yet, just the police. He ran through the burning house, spotting her sitting crossed legged in the living room. She was beautiful, she was his angel again. But the devils spawn all in one. The fire lit her skin, glowing pink in its fiery light. Her hair billowed around her, floating from the heat. And her expression, peaceful, accepting.

He ran up to her, pulling her up and shaking her. Telling her she was crazy, telling her that she would die. He held onto her wrists, tight, as if he was afraid she'd disappear - engulfed by the flames. And he stared into her green eyes, realizing that she was already consumed. She had already died. Their game, of love and hate, slowly killed her.

His eyes watered, catching ashes and dirtying his face. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He would never live without her, it was possible. So, they pulled apart, and watched each other become engulfed by the flames. Watching each other burn.