Lily: yeaaahhhh, i sorta made a decision that this fic won't go on much longer, just one chapter after this.
Fly-Girl: but we're still damn proud of it!
Phantom: *spikes his hat* hell yeah!

Unfinished Solo Duet
Chapter Six
I don't wanna swim forever

Sasuke sat in the center of his parents bed. It was a large white bed, with white pillows and white sheets. His parents whole room was white. It had taken days for him to scrub the blood stains out of the carpet, the wall, the bed. But he still knew were every little splash and fleck of scarlet had been, it was burned into the back of his mind. It was there whenever he closed.

Scarlet on white.

Blood in the snow.

The end of the hunt.

The wolves had caught the deer.

Every anniversary of his parents death, Sasuke would sit in their white room, in the middle of their white bed and put his white mouth to the ice-pure metal of his flute and play and play and play and play until his lips cracked and bled on the sheets. He would clean them later. It didn't matter if he had training or a mission or anything, he did this every time.

Sasuke sat there, sheets of music scattered all around him like giant snowflakes. Sasuke's ebony hair, his obsidian eyes and the ink of the notes were the only traces of a color other than white in that room.

Sasuke wanted to forget, wanted to live, but with every note that slid from his throat to mouth to flute to the sky he remembered more and more. The way his mother would throw her head back when she laughed. they way his father grabbed him around around the waist and swung him in the air like he was flying. The way Itachi would give him that tiny, love filled smile every time that Sasuke showed him his new shinobi skills.

Why me?

Life had been orderly then. Perfect. Clean. But ever since their death Sasuke's life had been a turmoil of confusion. He retained the semblance of organization but deep down things were breaking.

Why me? Onii-chan, why? Onii... chan? Okaa... chan? Slit throat. Eyes open... Oyaji-chan? Stabbed in the heart. Doki Doki. Break mine. Onii-chan? Blood on the bedspread. Doki Doki. Okaa-chan has her kitchen apron on. I stepped in the blood. Doki Doki. There is blood on me. Blood on my hands. Doki Doki. It's my fault. My fault, my fault. I didn't stop him. Didn't Doki stop Doki him Doki stop Doki him Doki stop Doki him. I was too weak, have to be strong for next time.

Sasuke didn't even notice the tears that slid down his face and spattered the blanket.