b e g i n n i n g . . .
Sometimes, the art of torturing Sasuke is just too easy. Weird
formatting because I felt like it so leave it alone. Slight Sasuke x
Naruto. Memories or speech from Naruto are fully in italics; was I
trying to be poetic?
d i s c l a i m e r . . .
Come now, children... let's not be foolish now...
R e m e m b r a n c e . . .
It
wasn't like he couldn't remember...
Memories l i k e
these...
Hey, hey...remember
when we u s e d to go outside...
And just lie in the
fields? Just watching the stars...
Because
everytime he closed his eyes, all
he could see was him.
But
you see, that wasn't the p r o b l e m.
That
wasn't what he was trying to do.
Because
remembering...remembering was never as hard as forgetting.
But things happen for a r e a s o n.
So
maybe that's why these memories won't
go a w a y.
Tremors run through
his body as he remembered the first time...
The
first time he felt the sun.
Bright,
l o u d. It went against everything he
was.
And yet somehow...it was
like meeting his other half.
For the f i r s t - t i
m e.
And for the first time, in so many years...he was happy.
He
was really happy.
At least...that's what he
r e m e m b e r s.
From
what he can recall from the distant days.
He remembers many things.
Just like he
remembers those nights; lying a w a k
e in bed.
Staring
at the ceiling. Feeling cold and e m p t
y. Wondering just why.
Why didn't he feel this
lifeless...this lonely when he was around the s u n?
He
remembers sneaking o u t.
Feeling the d i r t y
gravel beneath his feet.
The
feeling of the Earth below him.
The feeling of being
A l i v e.
He
remembers climbing up onto his
balcony.
The
smell of f r e s h paint and old
ramen evident in the night air.
C
h i p p e d splinters on creaky
doors.
But most of all...he remembers seeing the sun.
When
it wasn't suppose to be seen.
In
the dead of the night.
Vulnerable, weak.
Sleeping. At peace.
He
can still feel the w a r m t h of his
hands around his own.
The
soft locks of blonde tickling his
neck as he turned to face him.
He
can still see those vibrant blue
eyes gazing into his. One million questions.
But
not a word was s p o k e n.
Please...
He
closed his eyes. Not wanting to facer e j e c t i o n.
But
the same warm hands on his own lifted up to caress
his face.
The
grin that he despised in
the day became what he d e s i r e d most in the night.
His warm breath f a n n e d on pale cheeks before lids came to a close over twin skies.
A c c e p t a n c e.
Okay.
But
not a word was s p o k e
n.
Silence.
.
. .It wasn't like he couldn't remember.
Because
everytime he closed his eyes, all
he could feel was him.
But you see, that wasn't
the problem.
Memories like these...
Because...because I
remember.
I
remember ev-er-y-thing...Don't you...?
Please...please tell me
you do...Please tell me...
You
didn't cast them into the darkness
too.
That
wasn't what he was trying to do.
Because remembering...remembering was never as hard as
forgetting.
But things happen for a r e a s o n.
So r em e m b e r
