Author's Note: All rightttt, this is a welcome relief from this angst-ing business we've been going through for the past couple of weeks. No worries, we've got some humor stuff going on that we'll finish up… eventually. Do forgive us for our slowness in these updates, but school is freaking insane. Our English teacher is trying to suck out our souls. It's not very fun. But we're trying. Onto more pressing matters. This story… is just.. I don't know what it is. Fluff? is it? I've never been good at classifying things. But whatever it is, I hope you enjoy.
-Crysthur
OH, by the by, Artheph's half-birthday is coming up. she's going to be… 15 and a half soon. meaning that she CAN GO GET HER PERMIT! HUZZAH! We're both very excited. All right, TO THE STORY!
Standing over the tombstone of his brother, he was hit again with the irony of the situation. He thought back on all those times people had told him that getting revenge would not bring him the peace he wanted. Well what do you know, they were right. Uchiha Sasuke was not a happy man.
It had been two years ago on this exact day that he had finally succeeded in avenging his family. As his brother lay prone on the floor, breathing his last, a sense of… disappointment filled him. It wasn't as if he had been expecting fireworks or a shower of confetti from above; that would have just been absurd. But as Itachi finally died, he searched inside his exhausted mind for a feeling, any feeling, of joy, relief, accomplishment… and found nothing of the sort. Instead, he was left with an emptiness, for now he truly was the last Uchiha, sole survivor of the genius clan. That single thought was suffice to drown him in waves of loneliness every time it occurred to him. He was alone in the world, all alone…
A warm hand took his, fitting perfectly into the familiar contours of his hand with practiced ease.
"Are you ready to go, Sasuke-kun?"
Breaking out of his memories, he shook that far-off, distant look from his eyes and turned to face her. Strands of silky pink hair fluttered in the wind.
"Aa."
He let her lead him down the hill, a soft smile spreading over his features as each step took him further away from the monument of his tortured past. Pulling her close, he breathed her in.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't so alone after all.