Title: Taken
Summary: Sasuke's gone. But not before taking something important with him. What did he take? SasuTema
A/N: This was written after being particularly frustrated about the lack of fanworks for SasuTema. So, completely frustrated, I came up with a really quick plot. This is meant to be nothing more than about 300 words. Not much more. Sorry for the shortness.
-Start-
He still hated Konoha. He still hated that it bound him, not allowing him to grow—well, not allowing him to grow fast. He was younger and weaker than That Man, after all, he had the head start. Sasuke, himself, was going to have to eliminate that barrier, but in order to do that, he had to grow faster. A lot faster.
Konoha didn't allow such room. It bound him, limiting him, coaxing him into the safety of the village walls. There, it was like a cradle in a couple's bedroom, all he had to do was cry and they'd be at his side, ready to pick him up and coddle him.
He didn't need that. He needed to get away from that. It was blinding him, straying him away from his goal.
So what was he going to do? He was going to accept Orochimaru's offer. He had to accept it, it was the only way to grow, to mature in order to be powerful enough to even dream of killing That Man. At this moment, he was nothing but a weak baby leaving the crib.
But yet, he couldn't let go of all desires. No, not all of them. He shifted his burden in his arms in order to carry it more comfortably. After all, this burden was the pit of his desire—what he truly cared about the most. And he couldn't leave it.
He almost smiled down at the face that looked like it should belong to a porcelain doll—crafted with perfection, clear of all blemishes.
It was the face of the one he desired.
He leaned down to take in her scent. It was sweet, somehow pleasantly dry. He couldn't understand how or why, but it reminded him of autumn. It was a sensation he just couldn't place anywhere else—and he loved it.
He might describe it as a weakness, after all it was something that almost made him weak at the knees. He was ready to do anything for her, anything to make her happy. Anything. No matter what it was.
He shifted the weight once more, so she was now more comfortably leaning her head against his chest. He sighed.
What the hell was he doing? He knew he would do anything for her, but yet at the same time he was selfish. Yes. He was a selfish lover, and he couldn't change it. He was addicted to her.
He sighed again.
Temari was going to be so angry when she woke up.
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A/N: And I've read shorter. But nonetheless, review please.