AN: 400 word sasunaru drabble for those who requested it when I asked for pairings last few fics. Nothing to serious, maybe next time I'll actually add in some ::gasp:: touching!.. or even speaking. But here you go:
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Go figure.
You're searching. You're looking and you're sorting through thoughts and hopes and dreams and memories. Everywhere you go, you look. You look at those around you and look deep into the eyes of strangers. You're hoping and you're longing to find what you need.
But they're just strangers. People with lives and dreams and hopes and searches and journeys that aren't your own. People who want the same things that you want, but don't want you. Their eyes glide over your face to the next in the crowd, searching and just as self-absorbed as you are. Or maybe they do want you, but it's certainly not wanting you like you want to be wanted, like you want to be needed.
You look at these strangers and you look into their eyes and into their minds and their dreams and you invade and you search. But you don't find it, do you? You can't find what you're looking for because you're too blind to see.
You're blind to the fact that everything you want and everything you need is right in front of your face. You're blind, so blind that you don't see what you want, even when it confronts you every day, shoving itself into your face. Pushing at you and tugging at your mind, trying to make you see. You can't see what's laughing and screaming and crying in front of your face every morning, every time you fight and every time you train.
You don't see that twin longing and that twin want, you don't see that need or that hunger that mirrors your own. All you see is an annoyance. A loud blonde who likes to play hero and pretend that he's better than you.
And maybe, just maybe, he is, because he sees what your keen eyes miss. He sees what the heir to the legendary sharingan cannot. He sees that need and he sees that want that radiates from you like body heat. He sees it because it radiates from himself just as thoroughly, and he knows. He knows what you're too stubborn to admit, even in the lonely recesses of your own mind.
But it doesn't bother him that you act so cold and so callous and that you search for what he knows that he can give you in the eyes of every other being that passes you by but him. It doesn't bother him because he knows you better than you know yourself, and he knows you'll come around eventually. And if you don't, he can always beat it into you.
AN: Requests any one? Drop them in a review. You know, the one you're about to submit.