disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to the real girls.
notes: there is you and me and the feilds and the sun. i guess i'm leaving just as you're coming back. it's not fair.
title: fix you
summary: SasuSaku canon!drabbleseries. Well, at least the war is over.
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impasse; they are almost there, but not quite
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He was sitting in her window.
"What are you even doing here, Sasuke?" she asked. She was tired, smelled of anti-septic, still wearing a lab coat.
He always had been good at bad timing.
He said nothing, and slid off the window ledge. His feet made no sound against the polished wooden floorboards of her room. He stalked towards her, all the liquid grace of a predator in his limbs.
Sakura had never felt like prey before.
She really, really, really didn't like it.
Sakura gulped. "You didn't answer me, Sasuke. What are you doing here?"
"Fixing things," he said.
"This isn't allowed, Sasuke," she murmured. "I'm supposed to be—"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not."
"Hn."
His fingers slid up her shirt. He could feel her shivering under his touch as his fingers grazed along the scar across her abdomen. It was three inches long. It was three inches long and felt like she'd been run through with a sword.
Sasuke couldn't help it—his eyes flashed red. "Who did this?"
Sakura looked up at him through her lashes. There was something darkly sinister in her smile. "He'd dead. I broke his neck."
He looked at her for a long moment. The dark smiled remained.
Sasuke groaned and kissed her mouth.
He would fix her.