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Pairings: SasuNaru
Spoilers: Sai. Sasuke's New Clothes somewhat
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'Oh, gods!' thought Sasuke as he clawed the rough bark until his fingers bled. Another errant tendril of power had escaped him. One hand came up too muffle his screams as he rolled around the morning dew, drops streaked across his chest. The prickling of tears was getting to be too familiar a feeling and it unnerved the black haired man. He rolled back over and relaxed, easing the tension left in the spasm's wake.
A cold wind blew in the sweet scent of last winter's sunshine. So many emotions were rising to the surface of that husk, everyone else called a body. So many memories. So many tastes, touches, depth and perception, compounding, crying out to show Orochimaru, Naruto, anyone, everyone that little pretentious Sasuke was still inside.
Truth be told, sometimes he would sneak outside and hold his old clothing to his nose. It didn't smell like anything in particular, but the gesture brought tears to his eyes regardless. Sasuke could almost feel his palm rubbing against his cheek evoking a sudden and overwhelming warmth until a shadow falling over his eyes or a bird's call would disrupted the memory. It hurt.
It hurt to be so close. It hurt to know that if he just turned around and walked he'd be back in those arms in three days. At times, Sasuke let himself forget what held him back and made plans. Oh, but they never panned out. How realistic was it that the only time he did steal away was a quick and hurried escape from lying on cold dirt ground and feeling his chakra seep back into himself.
His lover had been sleeping so peacefully. Soft blonde hair curled around that slightly drooling face. Sasuke marveled at how small he seemed, how he would fit just right in the hollow of his hand. A little piquant fairy that cussed and burped strange flavors. Sasuke could have slipped inside and laid his head across the soft cheek. He could have lifted him up from the bed and stare at drowsy blue eyes without triggering Naruto's ninja reflexes. That is, unless the blonde had changed after he left. That thought was a shining silver string, which dug into Sasuke's heart and cut it clean through. Sasuke could have laid a trail of kisses down his neck. He could have brushed his thumb across those carnation pink lips that frowned. Sasuke could have taken hold of both sides of the blonde and crushed him into pieces.
Sasuke left soon after Naruto palmed the kunai beneath his pillow with his eyes shut.
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I've no clue where I am going with this. I do think this will turn out to be a collection of drabbles/introspective pieces and will have either a captured Naruto or Sasuke.
To clarify this and the last chapter: Naruto and Sai are friends. I am toying with the idea of having Sai misunderstand and believe they are lovers in order to write an angsty fear ridden Sasuke.