A/N.: Set in the Narutoverse, a few years into the future with Sasuke back and alive and with Karin. Might be a little bit OOC.
This Bond
There is violence in Beauty.
And then, there is beauty in Violence.
I've always wondered: Which one is more disturbing? Which answer is more startling?
As we come into contact – hot, heavy hand on rosy, round cheek and sharp elbow into fragile face – do you think of me? Do you think of the skin you're puncturing, the arm you're bruising, the ribs you're breaking?
As we fall down on downy sheets splattered with blood (yours or mine?) and settle into an air rife with tension andpassion, do you think of yourself? Do you think of your black eye, your fractured wrist, your swollen forehead?
As you and I separate, stand, and face each other on either sides of the bed, mouths frothing with unbridled anger, hair askew and fists clenched, do you think of us? Do you think of why we're angry, why we ache and hurt and what we've done to each other?
I honestly don't.
All I know is – as I glare at you with a heat that could rival the sun's, the scratch marks running down your forearms suddenly look like pathways of glittering rubies, and the bruises on my legs suddenly resemble pools of sapphire – we are beautiful like this.
Don't you think so?
Then I feel the pain from my red cheek, then I feel the soreness of my arm, then I see how you cringe when you try to move your left hand, notice you flinch when you accidentally brush your eye – and I can't believe you fucking laid a hand on me. I can't believe I laid a hand on you back.
I can't believe we let ourselves do that to each other, again.
Then when we're spent and tired and you leave the room, I start crying because you're not crying in the next room, and this means I am the only one crying, and that means you're still stronger afterall.
And I want to scream at you to come back and sooth my stinging emotions but how can I? You're both the pain and the relief, so if I call you to come back through our bedroom door, which one will you be?
When you walk back in and sit beside me and try to touch me and comfort me, which one will Ibe?
Us back together: what will we be?
Is this because we swore never to love each other or is this why we swore never to love each other?
You're already pressing your lips to my temple with such tenderness that hurts more than the time you stabbed me.
"Do you want to stop?" You ask. Your voice is grave, low, hollow, and shaky.
I nod.
This is enough. I already tried.
You bring your lips to my ear and whisper something.
I laugh, with tears streaming down my face.
Once again, you say goodbye to me with a knife through my heart.
"I love you too, Sasuke."
A/N.: Dramatic haha? My idea was that they end up together because they have nobody else. There's really nobody else, when you think about it, that will understand them like the way each other does. You'd think that's enough and it's all gonna be happy but they're damaged afterall, and neither are good with 'I love you'.
Hope you guys liked it!
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