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Chapter Five
It was one of those moments where the world felt stilled, felt hushed, as though life itself was dying and yet being born anew. It was one of those effervescent moments when the tension, the raw, unbridled humanity was to the climax, life and death touching, colliding, agreeing, conflicting in the same breathtaking instant. It was a moment when nothing seemed familiar and yet nothing had ever changed, had never been different. It was one of those lapses in sense and sensibility when you knew your life was changing, that you were conciously thrusting yourself into a new, dangerous walk of life, though you allowed nothing to stop you, knowing you were forever derailed from your former life.
Life ended and death began, death ended and life began, the line between them blurring until everything hovered in one moment of a chaotic void. It was as though existence itself teeterred on a precipice, waiting to fall, to tumble, to crash, to end if a fell gust of wind caressed its side gently, touching it the wrong way. Lungs were pressed tightly, bodies were dotted with sweat, eyes blurred and tongues dried, muscles tensed and adrenaline pumped in that instant, that second, that moment, that heart pounding, mind shattered nearly orgasmic holding of breath that lasted forever and ended in an instant.
His body hummed, cried, screamed, sang, wept, demanded, pleaded he move, he run, but could do nothing. He watched with a detached sense of interest as he saw his fate before him, gazed at the life he would lead, his past fading behind him as he was born anew. He wanted to throw himself on the floor and beat the ground till his palms were bloody if only to expend some of the building pressure in his skull. But he could not move, could not function, could not breathe; he could merely stare ahead, stare at his future, his fate, his destiny as it sat before him. As it took a bite of cheese pizza.
He felt a coarse shiver run down his spine, burning the trail it ran and he knew that this blonde boy before him would alter his life beyond all possible belief. Eyes hovered on an elegantly sculpted nose, like that of a cherubim, a angel seated at the right hand of some monolithic diety. Full, gentle lips closed over the slightly greasy, rather messy triangular mass of carbohydrates and fat, swallowing and tasting, licking and nibbling. Sasuke gulped, then, and realized that had he been asked scant minutes before whether eating could be defined as sensual, his answer would have been a flat out no. Now, however, he was quite thankful for the rather large mass of fluffy blankets and sheets separating certain organs from sight as he watched an elongated throat glide up and down, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Half of him wanted to reach out, taking the boy in his hand, pull him close, cling to him and never let go. Wanted to feel that soft skin, smell that lemony scent he could detect wafted from the one before him, taste and touch and caress. Half of him wanted to give into the drowning intoxication he felt when blue met black, longing met concern. It was an impossible desire, he knew, so he banished the thoughts, stored them for later.
He inhaled deeply, stilling his thoughts, his emotions, his desires and dreams, munching sullenly on the cooling food. Never a big eater, Sasuke lived off life, as corny as he knew it sounded. He looked away from those burning, fiery cerulean depths that pierced into his heart and his soul, knowing the concern etched on that tanned face was still present. It unnerved him that anyone would be so thoughtful, so trusting, so considering and caring to allow him into their home and ask no questions. It settled him, made him feel at home.
"What is it?" a masculine voice murmured gently, softly, knowing his voice was derailing a train of thought. Black eyes blinked, once, rapidly, squinting as though trying to be shielded from a non-existed brilliant light. Unable to shape his tongue, move his jaw, open his mouth, he stared dumbly at the blonde, piercing blue eyes daggering through him with a soft intensity. "What are you looking at?" he repeated gently.
"You," Sasuke responded evenly, eyebrow twitching as he realized he had spoken the truth. Naruto's eyes widened, pupils doubling in size, blush rising to his tanned cheeks. "I was just wondering," Sasuke continued smoothly, words flowing together as though they had been intended, "why anyone would bring a stranger into their home." He turned his head away, speaking softly, "I could be a murderer or a rapist..."
His neck tingled, indicating he was being watched closely, inspected, measured. Dimly, as though from someone else's body in another room, another house, through someone else's ears, he heard the faint sigh of Ookami as he settled himself and flopped down on the rug before the fireplace. Minutes, hours, days, years must have passed before the silence was broken and he could breathe again.
"You were dying," the man responded softly, setting the now-empty plate on his lap. He reached forward, then, and pressed a hand on Sasuke's still-bare back, hesitating as flesh touched flesh.
His skin tingled and burned from his shoulder, slicing his body in two, making his mind waft and wander. He couldn't begin to fathom the way he felt from a simple touch with no hidden meaning. It was a simple touch, a gentle, reassuring caress of reassurance, pointing out the obvious that someone was there for him. His personality, his genetic makeup, his experiences and past all demanded he jerk his body away coldly, rudely. But his heart melted at the touch and he was paralyzed, save his mouth that had been immobile short minutes before. "So? People die all the time. You're not a superhero--you can't expect to save everyone. Especially not some louse sleeping in a snowdrift."
Blue, so much blue, so much blue fire, consuming him, enveloping him, swallowing him and capturing him. How could something be so blue and burn so hotly? Lips curled up in a gentle smile, and Sasuke's body began to grow warm, hot. With a flick of his face, wispy blonde strands slid aside permitting those agonizingly cerulean orbs to shine into his eyes. "I don't have to save everyone," he said softly, quietly, "I just have to save one person to be a superhero so long as it's the person I love."
Hard to breathe, oh so hard to breathe. Sasuke smiled weakly and flopped over once more, turning his back to the smiling blonde. His insides roiled with nervous tension, body burning with a heat he knew well. It did not bother him to know what this hot, overpowering feeling meant—it bothered him to feel it now.
A cold, wet, slimy thing prodded his back and he jolted forward, twisting in midair. Ookami smiled up at him with a toothy, canine grin, silver fur glinting in the dimming firelight. Embers snapped and crackled quietly, cheerfully popping the remains of wooden logs as his hand moved to pet the beast. Evoking a soft, contented sigh from the wolf-dog, Sasuke's face broke into a grin, burning heat changing to a pleasant warmth.
Unsure of how to counter that almost painfully pointed statement, Sasuke continued to stroke Ookami silently. His fingers still would not move separately, and the mass lump of flesh barely moved well in unison. But it was enough to coax delighted moans and harrumphs from the large animal. He knew he was being studied, could feel the eyes scouring his body, watching, examining him, but could do nothing save ignore those blue eyes.
"I'm a doctor," the blonde said quietly after long minutes of silence, broken by the noises of a dog and crackling of a dying fire. Sasuke's eyes shot to the man's face reflexively, body giving into instinct, snagging on a gaze that burned him alive. Sasuke nodded in understanding, though he had suddenly forgotten who a doctor happened to be. Naruto smiled slightly, and cold fire shot down his spine, paralyzed him. "My job is to help people in need."
Crooking his neck to the door, Sasuke followed the motion and found his tattered and ragged clothing lying in a heap. His shoes topped the lump of linen, like a pointed star on a Christmas tree. However, instead of a shining, brilliant, pentagonally-pronged ornament, his shoes were scuffed, dirty, and he thought he spied holes in the toes.
He knew what he would see when he returned his sight to the tanned face, yet was unable to resist. A small grin played on those plush, full lips, eyes twinkling in hidden amusement. He searched for the proper wording for what he had to say, abandoning the surprisingly difficult task rapidly. "Sasuke, it seems you're in need of some help."
Flushing with fear, he felt his body pale as ice shot from his heart through his veins to his toes. So, the man had known why Sasuke was lying in the cold, lying in the snow, lying to die. So, he had pretended not to understand why he had been traveling after dark in the forest, had known but remained silent. So, he knew how weak Sasuke really was. He knew fright shone from his eyes, but could not so much utter a word as suppress the burgeoning horror.
Mistaking the look in Sasuke's eyes for something—though he knew not what—Naruto continued to speak. "The onslaught of frostbite had begun to set in on you, hence the difficulty in moving your fingers and toes." Naruto coughed, blush rising to his cheeks. "If you look at your...extremities...you will see that most of you is slightly blue from the cold. Don't worry though—the feeling shall return to your body, and you'll be able to move your fingers and toes without pain or difficulty." And then he grinned.
And then Sasuke—Sasuke who had never known real love, real affection, real desire or want—realized something.
He was happy.
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::rolls eyes:: yeah I rambled in that chapter a lot...but on a sidenote...CHAPTER FIVE YAY
shadowed angels::I really hope I don't make them too OOC...but it MIGHT happen...because it's obviously an AU...but please forgive me if it does
Half-Devil::I wanted to go over certain things from both POVs...just as I'll do in the next chapter...
Smiley face reviewer::Yes, I will bring in more characters. So far, I've already planned on introducing Gaara, Hinata, and Sakura...I might add more, but I'm not certain yet
Kingforaday::Wow, I think you're my first fan XD;;; Yes, I'll keep going...all cuz of reviewers, too :3
Kira::I knooow I demand more reviews...nah, not really...I'm just glad some people are reading this and enjoying it.
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Tyranimo::Well, I always wanted to be a painter, but I suck. So, I write :3
Ghostnina85::Well, I hope this chapter pleases you...::grin::
Plur::You'll find out more about my Naruto, I guarantee it
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I hope you guys liked that chapter...also, who knew pizza was so damn sexy?...::scampers off::
