A/N: I am horrible. I don't condone this kind of relationship but all directions led me down this path. This was due to be up a few days ago but the internet in my building has been unforgiving. Dorm life is full of ups and downs.

I'm working on a lengthier, darker, more mature one shot that will probably have a bit more meat to it in terms of depth and understanding. Midterms are almost over ;D


Sakura loved how he took her breath away.

It never mattered where or when, he would always find a way to do it.

She never knew what would be next with him and she loved it. She loved how much she didn't know him and knew she was the one that knew the most. To her, it made sense.

He hated how he never knew how to act around her.

It never mattered what he was doing, she would always find a way to stop him in his tracks and rethink everything.

He knew nothing about her and knew he never would. But still, he would never tire of the way her lips parted and her chest expanded, breasts stretching the fabric…

What was it?

She called it love.

She wanted to be close to him; to touch and be touched. It killed her inside to see him step away from her so she would always step forward. Toward him. To live.

He found her annoying sometimes and would pick up his pace, hoping she would not see the falter in his step. But she would follow him no matter what and found it in himself to slow down for her. And when he turned around to look at her, the world slowed down for him.

With every step he took, her heart rate gained a beat. She could feel the blood drain from her face and rush down to her toes, the tingling sensation making them curl with…

What was it?

He called it fear.

When he touched her arm, stroking it with one long, pale, cold finger, he could see her flesh pucker. The pad of his index finger stole the warmth from her body and he wanted to die right then and there.

She closed her eyes and told him nothing he didn't know already. She opened them and realized she knew what he would do next.

He placed both his hands on her arms, nails digging into her skin. The violent thrumming of his heart grew louder and louder as he lifted his hands, eliciting a hiss from her as her skinned reddened in their wake. His fingers splayed out across her collar and he shivered as she did. He placed a finger on the side of her throat and felt her heart beat. It was almost as erratic as his own. Almost. Slowly his fingers found their way to the back of her neck, massaging it slowly with aged hands. His gripped tightened as she exposed her neck.

"Sasuke,"

That was all she said. Lines of blue began to surface along the thin skin of Sasuke's hand. The convulsions of her neck thrummed against his hand and he shuddered. He stepped towards her and she took a step back, continuing until her back pressed against the wall. Placing a foot between her legs, Sasuke brought his face closer to hers, resting his cheek against hers. It was cold.

She felt him pull himself away. Her hands struggled against his but her gaze did not leave him. She saw it then, the twitch in his brow. She hadn't expected it but he pulled his hands away and she took one long, icy breath and collapsed before his feet.

He knelt down then, looking at her in wonderment, hoping she would give him a sign, a gesture, anything that would tell him it was alright. He buried his head in his hands, lamenting over the fact that he would never know her; he would never understand.

She reached up and pulled him into an embrace, resting her cheek on his scalp. She inhaled and smiled, holding of her exhale for him.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him. She exhaled.

Sakura loved how he took her breath away.