Uh... my first attempt at SasuSaku. oO; I'm more of a NaruSaku fan, but I like both pairings.
Er... here you go! xD
"Love me when I least deserve it.. that's when I need it most."
Her infatuation with Sasuke had brought her a fair share of troubles- It had begun with general coldness, escalated to offhand insults, and crowned off with him knocking her senseless and leaving Konoha.
But she still loved him.
It was an irrational love, the kind that had neither ground to stand on nor anything to pull it back up. It was the kind of love that never could be, never should be, and never would be. He was too good for her; and somehow, she was at the same time too good for him.
But she still loved him.
She loved the arch of his eyebrows when he frowned, and the way she could sometimes see him smile. When he was stalling at the back of the crowd, and his hands were in his pockets, and he really thought that nobody was looking; that was when he smiled.
He smiled when he wouldn't be caught, wouldn't be hassled, and wouldn't be anything but anonymous.Because that was all he had ever wanted; to be secret.
To be hidden, and to kill that man, and that was all.
There was never a reason to be anything else. She had tried to give him a reason. She was there, she loved him, and she always would.These words did not have the desired effect. He did not come miraculously to his senses, did not give up on Itachi, and could not be something he wasn't.
He was an avenger, so strained and so obligated a person that he could never hope to be what she wanted.
Even if…
Even if just maybe… he loved the way she smiled.