His Special Someone
A/N: New chapter for my ever-forgiving readers. It's rather short I'll admit, but it leads up rather nicely (if I do say so myself) to the real plot. In the meanwhile, enjoy some more desperate, lonely, poor, confused Sasuke. I find him rather endearing this way actually - at least he's not breaking Team 7's heart like in the actual manga. I actually haven't followed it recently...
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By the time dawn broke over the horizon, I had a list comprised of exactly zero people who I found attractive. Sure, there were other's like Naruto - nice bodies to look at it but nobody even vaguely interested me let alone attracted me enough that I would go out of my way to court them.
They were all just masturbation fodder if anything at all - and to be honest, if I needed it, I was far more good looking than any of them anyway.
I let my eyelids droop close from mental exhaustion as my mind reviewed everyone one last time, drawing blanks again.
I clenched my fingers in my hair and groaned.
Who would have thought, that after everything I've been through - all the people I've killed, the things I've survived, the sentence I've surved that I was going to die alone not because everyone hated me or because I dies young. No I would die alone because I just couldn't find anyone who I could love.
Ridiculous.
But what am I supposed to do?
Deliriously, I began to wonder what my family would have said if I had asked them for help on the matter.
Mother would probably sigh, shake her head and push my bangs back fondly like when I used to come running to her with one of my inconsequential problems when I was five years old. "You shouldn't care so much about criterion, Sasuke," she would say, with a faraway look in her eyes and a soft smile. "When you fall in love, you'll fall in love. For now, all you need to do is put yourself out there, see what happens and I'm sure with your handsome looks, you'll catch someone who tickles your fancy."
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms behind my head. Father would probably sigh and drink some tea to stall his response. He was never all that great with bonding with me as a son. "You are an Uchiha" he would say slowly, as if I had somehow magically forgotten it "And Uchihas are never rejected - simply approach whomever you could lead the most successful life with and insist that they be yours. Also, flowers. Flowers help." Then the old man would blush, look at his wife for half a second and say, "You know what? Why are you even worrying about this? Only when you are the strongest and most powerful ninja should you worry about 'settling down,' Sasuke! Go train! Now!"all the while trying to cover his red face.
I scoffed at the thought but couldn't help a small smile come over me.
I wonder what Itachi would have said.
I could picture him perfectly in my mind's eye, even without the Sharingan. Long, pale legs stretched out in front of him as he sat down on the porch for a much deserved break - a box of dango by his side and another row of them caught between his teeth.. He would raise his eyebrow at me as I stuttered out my situation but he wouldn't judge. He'd chew, thoughtfully - not embarrassed like father, he would honestly be thinking - maybe tilt his head to the side and say, "Well, Sasuke, the problem isn't 'I can't find anyone I like!' it's 'Why, can't I find anyone I like?' Is something holding you back? Are you already in love with someone else? Are you afraid of commitment?"
I would shake my head no and he would smile, 'If that's the case, Sasuke, then maybe you're just not looking for love in the right places, hm? Although a popular option since we spend so much time together, laughing, joking and trusting one another, you don't need to be in a relationship with one of your teammates, extended teammates, or even other ninjas you know.'
He would pull me towards him, gently by the waist and throw his arm around my shoulder so I could press close into the warmth of his body, the sweetness of his shampoo would fill my senses. "You've had a rough past, Sasuke," he'd whisper into my hair, low voice resonating in his chest. I used to love to rest my head against his heart and feel his perfect voice. 'Maybe it's time for you to make a new start - be with someone who knows you as something other than 'The Last Uchiha.' Someone who can grow to simply love you for you. As Sasuke. My darling brother, Sasuke.'
He'd probably force-feed me a dango too.
I snapped out of my reverie with an enormous smile on my face.
I fell asleep moments later.
