disclaimer: Kishimoto is a male. He owns Naruto (no pun needed). He is also a fuckrutard, for making such a mess out of the manga.
I am annoyingly female, only occasionallymaybesometimesweekendsoffalways? a bitchwithapollupherass, and a firm fighter for SasuSaku. Go figure, honey.

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vigorous sensibility

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Boom! Bam!

He needed to wait; time out the right moment to come in. There is no such thing as too early or way late when it came to Uchiha Sasuke, there is always 'now'. Just a second between screwing over and majorly screwing over, and he had always fit exactly into that second; because, after all, Uchiha Sasuke was perfection in every way. He was made of self control and was self proclaimed monster of the fairy tale. He should be above this; there were no reasons to go in. Except—

Oh fuck it.

He didn't need a reason. She was above it all; she needed to be the – Sasuke swallowed thick saliva – only explanation to this madness. And she was an idiot. A motherfucking moron. And he was a bigger one for letting her slip. Sasuke quietly waltzed into the shop, his shadow trailed behind him. He should have no regrets, no second thoughts; he had no permission to have them.

His world crushed then he saw he like that; sitting on the cold and fashion-less tile, long legs spread in two angular directions, choking on her own hysterical sobs, vigorously gaping for a breath of air. Her chest rising and falling haphazardly, uncovered arms desperately groped her own body bringing pain to the flesh.

Shoulders shook and thin arms grabbed her throat and Sasuke heard a gagging sound. If he was a lesser man he would have closed his eyes and turned away from the sight of the fallen one. But he was a twisted and wicked man, and her pain and sorrow and disgust with herself have only allured him closer to his prey.

Elegant fingers pulled her long locks of hair down, tearing some off; still crying she was. And a blue ribbon slipped away, but her blood was a different color. And waterfall of pink covered up the naked scene of horribly handled emotions from looks of pity and desire; she had expected some to come and comfort.

No one came. No one knew yet.
Good riddance.
Perhaps, she still had few moments to live before she will be ruined forever.
Or maybe no one will ever come.
And she will vanish in peace.
She didn't though.
He came.
And the clock in the back of her mind counted second before her doom.

Her tight, tight jeans did not allow her to free her stomach of an unwanted burden. God, why was it so tight? She needed to breathe; her fingers scratched the material of dark pants till drops of blood had leaked from fingernails. She still has not undone the button. But even if she did, no release will come with that action.

Before Sakura, in a less random fashion than her hair, in more of a peaceful manner laid a half open box from which a golden rich goo continued to slowly slip away on and down the drain near it.

Egg Shells.

Sasuke stepped on them. On his path to her, with the each step his size 13 boots took they crushed something under. The shells were creamy white, with small grey dots on them. Almost perfect if not those cracks and crushed parts; all is broken.

Perfection is over rated anyway.
Then it came to them.
Then it came to Sasuke and Sakura –
(or was it, Sakura and Sasuke?)
– perfection did not exist.

He noticed that the belt on around her yet slim waist was not hers. He couldn't tell it by the fashion of it. Or the style; but it was, absolutely defiantly, not hers. Red, was color that suited her; but not this shade, not so...violent.

She was such a slut. Why did he ever associate himself with her? She was nowhere of his status. He could have settled for more comfortable woman, with less drama. Why was there so much passion that came with this sick relationship? He must have gotten that from his late mother, the adventurous spark and desire to settle for nothing less than impossible.

"I can't breathe...I can't breathe...why I can't breathe?" Her voice was husky and sounded crocked.

Sasuke brilliant, there were no words lesser than that. He was brilliant and awkward and cruel and bitter. But he didn't have an answer for that.

"I just want to die," her voice hitched and it tasted like bitter honey. "I just want to die..."

He came closer.
Step. Step. Ste—
And with one swept movement he was behind her, holding her to the ground.
Trying to save the fallen.
"There are things worth living for," she didn't have time to protest. "other than love."

"Are there?" She was like a child. She acted that way, she wanted to be explained the simplest and most basic things. But then Sasuke opened his mouth to answer he caught himself thinking that she, perhapsmaybetherecouldbeaslimchance was right. Everything anyone ever done was for love.

"There should be, otherwise heartbreaks would be as poisons as they are described."

Silence fell over them, she counted moments.
Soon, others will come.
And the secret will be out.
And she will be dead.
Hanged and mutilated.
Trick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Time was slipping away. "I don't think—"

He closed her mouth with his palm. Lips near her ear-shell and hypnotizing voice hissed like a snake. "Then don't think. Just breathe. We will get through this, because you're you and I'm me. We're Sasuke and Sakura. And I know you better than you know yourself. We will get through."

She just nodded; a few more tears have escaped the green oblivion. This time, she will listen to him.

"Just don't think."


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Two words: Gossip Girl. Three words: Chuck and Blair. Random thought: do you get what the beginning meant? or the whole update for this matter?

.rumour-kun.