Hello! Before we get started here, I'd like to say I don't own Naruto, and I adore sasukarin. I appreciate reviews (and even favorites because it's like hey this person loves my writing so much they favorited it who A) and any kind of feedback is great. I'm not very active on , but you can find me on tumblr all the time, cake-and-color. I post most of my fics there, and art—though, my digital art isn't the best.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Color Whirl!


sasukarin – colors theme

representations of red;

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lust


It is Karin's wine dipped hair and her crimson eyes. A bright energizing hue, like a blazing flame, and he is the moth drawn to the light. The heat licks and burns him with every touch, every stroke, every caress, and it seeps under his skin and lights his bones aflame. A touch of her lips upon his brow, to his jawline, and her hands reaching up his shirt, nails skimming over the soft flesh of his back and he can feel his skin on fire, it burns, it's burning, and the cool touch of her lips to his stomach is a sharp contrast to his heated body. He's never felt more alive. Sasuke's hands, pale and calloused, run through her hair, and it reminds him of fire—and when she gazes up at him through thick black lashes, he memorizes the burning look of lust in her eyes.


blood


The smell of his blood was thick, choking her throat, closing off her senses. Karin remembers it all—blood blood blood, his blood is everywhere, and she was forcing her wrist to his lips. It isn't enough, he manages, voice hoarse and weak, and she's ripping open her blouse for him. The odor of the red liquid, stinging and reeking of iron, is heavy on her, and there are tears pouring from her eyes. Sasuke looks up, vision hazy and darkening and he thinks her eyes look like rubies. The ropy crimson of his blood is spilling out in front of her now, and she scrambles to press her breast to his lips. The blood stops gushing out at that terrifying rate, and he is regaining his senses fairly quickly. Karin sighs in relief, temporarily forgetting the blood littered on her, and his chest, and she smiles, even as the red of his precious sharingan is curtained over by his eyelids. His teeth press into her chest again, and he is scared she'll bleed, too, for how he digs into her smooth skin longer and deeper than he should have.


anger


Karin could always yell and get riled up, especially by the likes of Suigetsu, and end up a huffing and muttering mess by the end of the night; however, it was when she silently shot daggers through the back of Sasuke's head that one could tell she was positively fuming. He's seated against the wall on the other side of the room, watching Juugo and Suigetsu sleep, averting his onyx eyes from her crimson ones. She was drumming her fingers against the table, increasing in volume, until he turns to her, eyes boring into hers. The sound of his feet softly padding across the tatami is all she hears in the quiet room. Her own gaze holds his, brow still hardly creased, and her fingers suddenly stop their annoying tapping. Scarred fingers slide over hers, cool and firm, thumbs rubbing circles on her hands. Karin's lips part in surprise, and her eyebrows soften, but when he looks away, she smiles and watches their other two teammates rest.


flashy


Her brilliant red tresses stand out like a sun in the night sky, and it only furthers his curiosity. The desire to touch it, to run his fingers through it, to hold it to his nose and breathe in her wonderful scent is overpowering, and she has not a clue about it. Sasuke finds himself doing such while she is sleeping beside him, over and over again, his hands let her scarlet hair fall like silk through his hands, pooling between his fingers and running over his palms like cool water. He presses his nose to her scalp, lips brushing the side of her head, and he breathes in her intoxicating scent. Those precious red locks smell of cinnamon, something like pomegranate, and another indescribable scent, strangely of honeysuckle, he thinks. It calms his senses.


passion


His lips press to hers, both swiftly and smoothly. Karin is taken aback, and in her stupefied state, falls back, Sasuke hovering above her. Pink rushes to flood her cheeks, but he remains as passive as ever, and his eyes scan hers for something, anything. She is still flustered, so he presses his lips to her neck, laving kisses over and over, until she is a groaning mess beneath him. Her fingers clumsily undo her top for him, and he lazily continues. He kisses every single bite mark, every lavender mark of teeth left upon her flesh, sucking and biting a few that scattered her stomach. Karin's fingers find home in his scalp, raking through his spiked black locks, and her legs are trembling at this point. She can feel the familiar wanton desire pooling in her stomach, becoming ever heavier when he continues downward, planting himself between her thighs.


energy


He feels a tug at his pant leg, no doubt from tiny chubby fingers of almost a year old. And then there's little fingers winding through his, belonging to a young girl of four, and her twin is bouncing excitedly in front of him. Their brilliant red hair scatters their shoulders, swaying when they hop up in their excited manner, making him smile softly. The little boy at his feet crawls to his sisters, and they giggle with him, shouting daddy, daddy, and he can only smile at his beautiful children. Karin smooths her hand over his arm, laughing with her children as well. They simultaneously gasp, rushing to put their ears to her swollen belly—it seems that it was fascinating to them—and the girls bicker over whether or not it will be a boy. The youngest one shoves his grubby fingers in his mouth, sucking on his hand, and Sasuke shudders. He still wasn't used to having children.