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These drabbles are not connected in any way besides the fact that they are Naruto fanfiction. Tragedy, the first drabble, is another version of Sorry from the last triple drabble post I made.
Much love.
Tragedy.
Cerulean eyes filled with pain, "I can't believe you."
Onyx eyes that are empty, "Believe it, Dobe. Isn't that what you always used to say?"
Blonde hair ruffled with the wind, "How could you do this?"
Dark hair, stiff with arrogance, "It was quite easy."
Six whiskers darkening with anger, "I will bring you down, teme."
An arrogant smirk, stretching wider, "Try it."
Loud crackling fills the gentle green meadow. There is a shout of a foreign word. Another sound to mix, the sound of one thousand birds shrieking into the day. And then they ran, orange and white just a blur in a moment of time.
They shoot back, stumbling, flying, panting, both streaked with an angry alizarin.
"You will never hurt her again!" The blonde hair is now ruffled and matted with blood. Nails are growing sharp and the urge to hunch over on all fours is building. Those whiskers are almost black, and the eyes now a brilliant scarlet.
"Who are you to say that I've hurt her?" Onyx hair still stiff. Those dark eyebrows sculpted neatly, one sliced, the vermilion liquid dripping down towards crimson spinning eyes. Pale skin is turning black.
"Don't move," And they freeze in mid fight. Two heads disobey orders as they turn towards the feminine voice.
Cerise hair billows in the wind that they have created in this space. She has eyes of a bright viridian; sparkling with a hardness that no one thought they'd ever develop. Her petite body is standing just off to the side, the look on her pretty face is one of heartbreak.
Both pairs of red eyes turn back to each other and commence their fight, ignoring her words. A ball of lightening and a spinning rasengan try to meet in the middle but her lithe form is suddenly there and both are forced to veer off course.
Angrily, they are shouting past her at each other, and neither is seeing her jade eyes fill with the water that she has thought she had long since been out of.
"Please, stop," She begs them in a voice that she doesn't recognize. It is soft and pleading, cracking like she is about to fall apart. She thinks that it's sort of appropriate for the current situation that her team has gotten themselves into. She know it will end badly.
These are her boys. One is bright and happy, a wide grin always spread over his face. He wears colors that force eyes to close because of their starkness. But he is who he is. The other is dark, angry and always sulking. He is one she hasn't seen in years, for he has been consumed by his desire to avenge those that have been lost and taken from him.
She looks at them both with a sad face, hoping that she will not have to pick one of them. Were it her genin self, she knows that she would've stupidly chosen the dark boy, for her younger years were the times that she had hopelessly fawned over him. He neither wanted or deserved it but she couldn't seem to help herself. In those days, Naruto was nothing, just an annoying boy who happened to have a crush on her. One day, she realized that she had stomped on his heart one too many times. He didn't deserve any of it and she knew exactly how it felt. So here she stands on a battlefield with seconds ticking away. They seem to forget her plea and move, both rushing at each other again and in an instant she is finally forced to choose. But she finds that through all these years, she can't.
She ends it with a single scream, piercing them both to the bone. Her blood is speckling the green meadow along with their faces, and the tears are still flowing down onto the soft bloodied grass as she looks at both of them with sad dying eyes.
"I'm sorry," Her throat constricts and she only utters a few more words, "but I love you, both..."
Each boy is frozen as her now sightless orbs look out upon the fading sky.
Darkness.
The house was dark. She supposed it would still seem that way, even with the lights on. So many people had lost their lives in this place and she could tell their souls still lingered. She shivered as the cold drizzle slid down her neck and down her spine.
Ever since he'd been back, it had been as if the lives of Team 7 had been thrown into a blender and mixed around. She moved through the gloom and up to the door of his old abode. It smelled as if no one inhabited the place for centuries but she knew otherwise. She didn't bother knocking; he wouldn't answer anyway. Instead, she opened the sliding door quickly and stepped inside. Immediately the nausea that had hit her entering the compound increased tenfold.
How could he bear it here? Where his own mother and father were murdered before his own eyes?
She walked down the hall and stopped, coming upon the door to the room in which he dwelled. Slowly, her viridian eyes found his slumped figure in the darkness. He was lying stiffly on his old bed, which was much too small for him.
His pale skin stood out in the moonlight that shined dully through the window. She approached at an average pace, counting her steps until she reached the bed. Finally, she seated herself on the edge of it and sighed.
"Have you eaten today, Sasuke?"
Silence. Which usually meant no.
"I brought some onigiri for you."
"Hn." Okay.
"Do you want them heated?"
Silence. No.
"Here you are then," She opened the package that had been perched beneath her arm, shielded from the rain. She unwrapped it and urged him to sit up. He did and watched her blankly as she handed him the food.
"How are you, today?"
The rice ball that was in his hands tumbled from them and landed back in the container with a surprised 'splat'.
She's never asked me that before.
Her eyes widened.
In the dim moonlight, she watched as the tears slid down his face and landed in his lap.
So, he's finally broken.
Untitled.
The sun is setting, turning the sky a million different shades of color.
Don't you ever want to be careless?
There are dark obsidian eyes glistening in the darkness at her. She opens her mouth to speak but thinks better of it. The man before her is not the same boy she used to spend her days with. This man is different, he is stronger and colder.
Don't you want to just run free?
She wonders if he's empty now, besides the anger that resides within him. They both move forward, she is holding back just a little to see what skills this new man has developed in their years apart.
Don't you ever want to let it all go?
She fears he will only ever live for his single goal, to kill the brother that he once loved. She cannot understand how he has managed to forget the precious things that he once had.
Can't you open your eyes and see?
When he comes at her, she takes notice that he doesn't have his sharingan activated and apparently does not view her as a serious potential threat. Through all of her years as a shinobi, she has taught herself how not to be offended. She isn't. She just smirks, taking it a step further.
Don't you know what we've become?
He eyes her with a bored expression as she charges him. His toned body is tensed to block. Her fist is inches from his face when she disappears, using substitution to reappear above his head. Her chakra enhanced fist almost hits his face dead on but he moves, taking the highly damaging blow to his shoulder instead.
Now, don't tell me you're not prepared for me.
She notes with satisfaction that his kekkai genkai is now activated and that she has already damaged his body. He grits his teeth through the pain and forms the hand signs for chidori nagashi.
You don't need to lie to me, darling.
She dives at him, and his not fully charged chidori hits her arm. She hisses in pain but doesn't heal it just yet. She is determined to make him see her. Finally, they've beaten each other bloody and she is half on top of him, her good arm hovering menacingly over his throat. Sasuke's onyx eyes stare up at her, there is no expression in them.
Oh, don't tell me you haven't dreamed of me.
She brings her hand down with a sigh and begins to heal his wounds. Still, he only stars up at her questioningly. After they are both healed to her satisfaction, she finally meets his obsidian gaze.
This can never be over, love.
They stare at each other, neither bothering to notice their odd position in the grass of the bloodstained valley. Neither moves to speak either, but she knows he can hear the erratic beating of her heart against her chest. She watches his face, waiting for any reaction. It doesn't really disturb her when one never comes. He notes that along with his own, her face is carefully blank.
I never told you what I really wanted you to know.
She finally moves to get up and leave this place, leave him, but his hands are there in an instant, holding her still. They both know that she could over-power his strength with her chakra easily, but she never moves.
Don't tell me you've never wanted me like this.
Their worlds just may explode soon as the land mines that have been placed all around them activate. They both know, but they don't care. She is just happy to see him before she meets her end. Their faces finally reach each other just as the sky hits twilight and just as the mines hit zero.
BOOM.
I was willing to give up everything for you.
The valley is encased in a raging fire and they both stand far off, watching the flames. She takes his hand in her own and is slightly surprised when he doesn't it pull it away. He looks down at her and smirks, silently impressed with her skills. He hadn't known his clone was battling a clone of her until the very end. He snaps back to reality, noticing her laughter. It's a pretty sound that he thinks he could deal with forever. She says nothing to him though, just unties her forehead protector and hurls it neatly into the flames.
They told us it'd be better this way.
As the fire dies down, she is looking at him with eyes of the most gorgeous color. He takes her face in his hands and pulls it up to his own. Minutes later they are walking into the trees and he finds comfort in the fact that he won't be truly alone ever again.
I would walk one thousand miles before I let you fall.
The first and last ones are definitely my favorites. I don't really care for the middle drabble.
Anyway.
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