A/N: It's Tatsuhiro, bringing you a poem-fic. Good grief. I think I'm asking for a death sentence. *Erects a bomb shelter*
It's SasuNaru. No yaoi. Is not the sequel to Contrast, though it actually could fit the criteria. But no. I think Dracen already has that plotted out. Contains character death. DON'T KILL ME...Dracen already tried. So did Syaoran. I think you can find them crying in the corner somewhere...
Disclaimer: I own the poem. I own the somewhat nonexistent plot. I do not own Naruto. Or Sasuke. Sadly.
Fall Together
They fell together.
They were one. If Sasuke fell, Naruto would fall with him.
A waning moon.
Sasuke saw his death a long time ago. They cut him down mercilessly. A stab in the gut; they wanted to drag out his death. He fell, colliding with the ground.
A glint of steel.
He could see the blade. Swinging in a graceful arc. Again.
The silver blade.
Sasuke could only watch as his blonde was stabbed deep in the side, blade coming out the other side. He himself was already drifting away. Somewhere.
The sharpened edge.
How easily the blade slid through the flesh. The way the blood streamed out. Splattering on Sasuke's face. The metallic tang of a life source.
A reaper's weapon.
Sasuke watched as his blonde crumpled on the ground. Blue eyes full of pain. The blade was pulled away.
A lethal existence. Wild, untamed.
He knew that he was going to die. But he didn't expect Naruto to fall as well.
Yet subdued, still.
Naruto whimpered, hands straying to the wound. Sasuke tried to move, reaching for the blonde.
By the reaper's wrath.
His wrist was pinned to the floor by Neji's foot. It cracked, and snapped. His hand fell limp. He didn't have the energy to cry out.
Control over the other.
Sasuke tried hard. His hand wouldn't move. Neji wouldn't let him. Yet, he still tried to reach the blonde, bloody fingers painting the ground.
A master.
Neji moved away. Sasuke's fingers pushed forward. He could still see the blonde.
A slave.
Naruto looked at him with melancholy eyes. He reached out, blood dripping steadily.
The quiet thrum
The council was not forgiving. Their decision was cold steel.
Intensifies.
They wanted to kill him. Neji, Shikamaru, Gaara. Punish him.
When the scent of blood, came near.
Their decision came fast. Sasuke knew it was only seconds before he fell.
When the chains are taken away.
But why did Naruto fall as well?
A power unleashed.
They always hated him. Naruto. A demon, an outcast.
Striking terror.
For loving a traitor. Him, Sasuke.
In the world.
Why not get rid of him?
Wherever it strikes,
So when Sasuke hit the floor, the blade came down again. On Naruto.
Scars and tears:
His little blonde. He saw the flash of betrayal in those eyes, so innocently unaware.
It leaves behind.
So the two lay on the floor, blood pooling out with each breath. They knew they wouldn't last much longer.
It's graceful, yet deadly.
Sasuke felt tears. The first in many years. For his blonde.
Dance of the keen edge.
Blood mixed with tears. Naruto's pale face looked at him forlornly.
As it rains down destruction.
"Sasuke. It wasn't your fault."
Upon what it views.
"Why did you fall with me? I thought I told you to live. For me."
The arc of light.
"I tried, Sasuke. But you knew that I was going to fall too."
The final strike.
"Why?"
Before the blade.
Tears streamed down his face.
Is sheathed and restrained.
"Because you knew. That if you were to fall, I would fall with you."
A temporary lapse.
Sasuke wanted his blonde to live. He didn't want him to fall. But Naruto couldn't live without his raven.
Of the hunter.
They were surrounded, but they were alone. Their fingers touched. Entwined together. Even as they lay dying, they each felt complete.
Of its prey.
"Don't leave me, Sasuke." Sasuke smiled. He wouldn't. Never.
And the master.
"Let's fall together." Sasuke gripped Naruto tighter.
And the slave.
Onyx eyes became smoky. The cerulean eyes lost their light.
A waning moon.
A smile ghosted on Sasuke's face. A grin faint on Naruto's.
They fell together.
A/N: I so sorry for killing the two off... At least they died together. Reviews, pwease. No damn flames, but emotional outbursts are allowed for my cruelty... ~Tatsuhiro
