A/N: Sorry I was late, a really big thing happened in the while. The first writing case and the later writing cases are changed if you squint enough.
Warning: light sexual content, colorful words, etc.
Disclaimer: No really, I don't owe a thing except Kakashi, That sexy asshole is mine.
Glutton.
The land of leave was dry, swift wind blew dust along with many other things and the sky which usually smiled, grimaced today. But the Indian heat was scorching even if the sun cuddled with the fluffy clouds, the air was just slightly moist with something that bought the common vivacious Konoha to blend in with the scene; worry stretched over the citizen's faces but they don't stop. It just a phase, it will pass in a blink on an eye.
Sakura sighed (she barely knows she was holding her breath), face concentrated on her laps, fingers interlinked with one another. From the corner of her eyes Sakura watched the weather merged with the tense atmosphere where she wanted to scream. She sure knew that this shop was always occupied with customers but suddenly today it was deserted with just the four of them awkwardly sitting.
Awkward.
She didn't wanted to ruin the double date (she is innocent), hadn't expected the two of them to lash out or Hinata timidly trying to stop the fight when Sasuke offended her. What was happening? Didn't they look fine after the war? Why was her dream (the dream which she glued together) crushing again?
A sigh escaped her pink lips as she looked up at the blueish haired female.
"I-I am sorry Hinata-Chan, Sasuke-kun didn't mean—"
"I meant everything that came out."
Hinata shuddered, the pink haired kunoichi could see. It was harsh to call her an obsessed outside who shouldn't interfere with them.
"He might be your lover Hyuuga but believe me, he isn't your friend, and you don't understand us."
"Fucktard you can't just say that!" Sakura saw the blond hair shinobi holler.
"N-Naruto-kun…p-please calm d-down…" A soft sob came out from the timid kunoichi, not looking up. Sakura tried to suppress an irritated sigh but unfortunately it just passed out.
"Again Hyuuga, what part of 'don't meddle with our fucking business' don't you understand?" Sasuke-kun was on it again; he never got this anxious, Sakura mused. The last time she saw him riled up like this was…was—
When?
She shook her head slightly. She was not sure when, he wasn't even remotely jealous when Lee was shamelessly flirting with her even though he knows she was engaged. Suddenly he choked on something—memories, thoughts, emotion—
Her head abruptly turned around and didn't—couldn't—breathe. Everything around her was almost barred, voices, face she couldn't recognize; cannot acknowledge the feeling. As if she was scanted from her possession, she felt envy racking inside her system. It was burning and leaved hot scorched marks inside her shattered soul.
Shattered.
But didn't she just put them together?
Emeralds traveled, unconscious. Then widen.
Eyes, eyes which were pitiless, hollow spirals of an endless abyss of—of guilt; sins were ( Oh Gods) fire, burning, spiraling with emotions. Warmth surrounded her seized throat, choking her and she noticed there was no air. Nothing but those eyes starting, taunting, messing with her pandemonium, body, soul, mind and
Heart.
She was scared and angry, those eyes were always empty. They shouldn't be filled, shouldn't be filled by someone else which is not her.
Sasuke. Uciha Sasuke, was no longer the ice everybody thought he was, that ice was long since melted and replaced with warmth but that warmth—
Is not for her.
It was never for her.
So, was that dream—she put together, glued and held close—was really just a dream? Why she was not allowed to achieve it? It pained, it pained (oh god.) and burned and teased—
I am weak
I am too much weak.
Sasuke…was just—
No.
Her optimistic side hollered inside her mind—don't give up!—, soothing imaginary scars. She (must) believed in Sasuke. Those other things were just fickle play of mind, why wouldn't he respond to his closest friend? Sakura is being selfish. They always fought and it was nothing new she discovered, Hinata was an exception but Sasuke wasn't known for someone with low temper. It was obvious he would blow at her when she had no actual say in this things concerning—
Them.
But then again, why not her? She cared for him too!
No, she mentally scolded herself. They are friends .Just friends.
"So!" She hollered, trying not to think which she was doing badly. Her eyebrow trembled slightly but she conceal, they didn't need to know, "The reason we are here…Sasuke-kun, As I said before kind of backfired. I need to Talk to Hinata-chan," she smiled at the lilac eyed kunoichi obtaining a soft 'un' from her.
"So…Shoo! You both! It's a "Girl to Girl" Talk!" Waving her hands at the two males, she pushed them out of their seats. Fingers' recoiling to touch what's her, and finally lightly pressed the skin , finally pushed and she sighed; Sighed a relief when Naruto tried to retort.
"Sakura-chan—"
"Don't friggin' 'Sakura-Chan' me idiot! You perfectly know that it's both of your faults my plan backfired. Now, I need to talk Hinata Dumbass."
"About?" The innocent one inquired, the child of god as if, ocean blinked with confusion.
"Somethin' somethin' "She winked, or tried to.
A little confused, too much an expression took place on the blonde's face. His nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and Sakura mused why he didn't fall in love with him. Adorable is just an understatement.
"But—HEY!" Sasuke was there too, pulling Naruto by the collar. No words, no goodbyes, just Naruto to take back with him. The black cloth crinkled in pressure, their bodies too close as he pulls Naruto away and Naruto's red, fluffy. She wanted to deduce it for anger. She sighed, mouth faltering downward.
"Hinata-chan."
The sun was impossible to see, the clouds roamed with much conceit. It's going to rain soon, Naruto mused keeping an eye on Sasuke; Feeling too warm, sweating, especially the hand which was griped tightly by Sasuke.
"Sasuk—"
"Shut up."
What's with people lately? Never letting him complete? What's with him lately? Never knowing how to finish?
Their legs were guiding them, he knew he ignored the raven for too long. He didn't care where they were going, probably somewhere secluded where Sasuke could beat the shit out of him, not that he isn't going to respond. He didn't know the time; the sun had probably dunked the steep hilled side, shying away.
Finally they stopped, what looks like being the outskirt. Trees, leaves, grass everywhere, a perfect place for murder. Sasuke didn't turn towards him, his back still at him and his hands were relieved. Naruto smiled lightly, without knowing.
"Why?" The raven asked. He should be prepared, don not act like an idiot.
"Why what?" counter back.
This time, he was graced with the devil incarnated; scowl on his face, and still looking beautiful. The woods are lovely, dark and deep; the trees are spiked and he groaned as Sasuke pushed him up against one. The nature groaned too.
"You don't like her."
"You don't like her either. " Counter back.
"Shut up, it's about you. "
"Really? So it isn't always about the mighty bastard?" A mock laugh, embittering his mouth, wanting to throw up. His hands fisted, lifting them up and moving it against a soft patch of skin; it blacked. Expecting it to fire back.
Nothing came back.
"Why? Why did you…why did you leave me?"
"I was never with you to leave," Smearing salt in the scar.
"Naurto…"
The nature groaned again, perhaps it was for Naruto. Tip-tap, Tap-tap they started fall one by one, then again together in a group. No one's an island.
A lip shook against another, hands cold against soft face, no shame in them could stop. Sasuke breathed heavily, Naruto still against the tree. The kiss lasted, tasted, soft, meaningful and yet they were idiots; men who were but children.
"Naruto…" Sasuke groaned again.
His lips were chapped, but Sasuke's were too. They were rough, men and didn't need a manual. As lock to a key, lips fitted around each other sucking the breath out and letting their tongue in while Naruto's sharp teeth bites on the other, nearly drawing blood; a soft nibble is all it took for him to have Naruto in his arms.
The water gathered onto them, so did dirt, mudded. Bloody they were, still kissing as if fighting. They were equals, Son of a bitch, son of a bitch Naruto said in middle but Sasuke just groaned and so did the nature. Falling down onto the floor, saliva washed away in the rain, slight stubble gazing.
They breathed, heaved with each other. Heart fell off, running.
"Sasuke…Sasuke…."
"Naruto…"
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