Missing Someone
Disclaimer: Don't own anything! The words in bold are from an icon my friend found.
Author's Note: God, I can't wait until Friday! Spring Break officially begins! Woo! And I have severe perverted morons for best friends, but I love them anyway.
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"Missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them last or the amount of time since you last talked.
It's about that very moment when you're doing something and you wish that they were right there with you." –Anonymous
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It's sad when people you know become people you knew.=,
Scars dribbled down past the left eye, the eye a mass of white scar tissue. The rest of his face was still whole, handsome, like it had been for as long as either of them could remember. The single cobalt eye left was weighed down with something indefinable that made him seem so much older than he actually was.
In the other chair was a man that was beautiful rather than handsome, though some line of his jaw or bone structure of his cheek made it so that you would never mistake him for a female. The pale skin was only flawless on the visible parts at the arms and from his neck up. Thin, white scars of long-forgotten lacerations riddled his back and parts of his shoulders and sides.
The person behind the desk in front of both war veterans looked at them both, a too happy smile on their face. "Do you guys know each other?"
A glance, barely that. "No." Said the paler man at the same time the one-eyed man said, "Never seen him before in my life."
When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life,
A momentary glance between them. It was automatic when someone walked into this small of a dango shop. Sasuke felt the once-familiar gaze slip from the back of his head as he ordered a single stick of dango. A single stick was all he ordered these days rather than the two he used to Back Then.
Sasuke swept past the table where a pair of cerulean eyes were focused on their own single stick of dango, another stick untouched on the plate beside him.
How you used to be able to talk for hours and now you can barely look at them…
"Ne, Naruto, you know Sasuke, right? He used to go to school with us. He's my fiancée." Sakura's smile was one of someone definitely in love, eyes sparkling and a generally happy aura about her. Maybe that would change one day, maybe it wouldn't.
Naruto didn't look at what used to be the most familiar person in his life. He knew what he would see; obsidian eyes putting up barriers, a blank expression and lips that would only smirk in public, smiling only in his presence. Would he smile at her like that? It wasn't Naruto's business anymore, he didn't have a say in who Sasuke or Sakura dated and…fell in love with. Naruto knew he had no right to be jealous of the ring on Sakura's left ring finger. But he was anyway. Always would be.
But he couldn't let Sakura know that. She was finally happy. He forced a smile, still not looking at the tall man he knew was there. "…Congratulations."