Oh my. It really sucks, now that I think about it (Don't mind my comment, please read and see so yourself.) anyway, when I was writing this my style suddenly changed from Author-POV to Sasuke- POV. Anyhow. If anyone reads this.. o.o I've been reading a lot of ba(n)dfics lately, and I really like some of them. Now I've got some ideas stuck in my head, but I know my writing isn't good enough to start a whole new fic plus plot, and I've already got 3 ongoing fics, but if someone would like to help me.. PUH-LEASE o.o It's going to be a High-school, possible bandfic with the cliché where Sasuke and Naruto are English/Music/Art majors and stuff. But the clicheness is the reason why I don't want to start this on my own. My other co-writer for the other fic suddenly stopped emailing, so I guess I said something wrong. Anyway. Please email when you'd like to help (or add me directly ons MSN o.O)
/Rant done.
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"Have you come here to kill me?" is the first thing you ask when we meet on the hill. I know Jiraiya's searching for you and you don't have much time. To be honest, I don't really know the answer.
I can't imagine how much hurt I've caused you, and even though I want to come back, I know I can't. And you know that, too.
I don't even know why I've called you here. You're now standing in front of me, face void of emotions, your eyes not as clear as they used to be. They're dull, and knowing I'm the cause makes me feel sickly satisfied.
"Well?" You demand, expression hardening. I smirk, representing my morbid feelings inside.
"Maybe."
"You're not Sasuke," you start, your attitude changing from harsh to desperate, lost, while your facial expression fades from emotionless to outraged, to hurt and back.
I see myself in your eyes, my reflection. Your eyes get a strange gleam when the moon casts its light upon them, and vaguely reflect my shadow when I see myself in them. When I see what I've become.
Eyes lined and shaded with black, lips painted a dark shade of purple. The same lips that form a thin line when I look down at my hands; my nails that are painted the same hue of purple as my lips.
And utter expression of horror graces my face as realization dawns upon me. I'm no different from him. The one I tried to avoid becoming most. But still..
I chuckle wickedly when I finally acknowledge that this is my fate; my destiny. Our own, fucked up destiny.
You carefully approach me and clamp your hands firmly around my throat, smirking like a madman. I'm not even surprised when your lips collide harshly with mine, smudging out the purple wax before licking my lips and claim my mouth like it's yours.
Your grip loosens when I hold you tight around your waist, my right hand sliding under your tank top, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingers.
As you push me against the nearest tree, not taking your mouth off me all the while, your deft fingers sneak into my pitch-black hair and untie my Sound-hitai-ate.
"But will you at least take this off?" you plead, breath fanning against my neck. "Even if it's only for tonight?"
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A/N: Oh my. That totally came out wrong. It was meant to be dark.. and.. don't know, GAHH! I TOTALLY FAILED! Explanation: Naruto wants Sasuke to take his sound hitai-ate off so that he can keen pretending it's not the enemy he's doing stuff with. Part II of this will follow o.O
