This is gonna be a very complicated story sometimes, but frkm several opinions and proofreads from other authors on here, its worth it. Not bragging because I'm nervous about posting this. I just hope everyone likes it :)
So Close
To feeling like
maybe, just maybe
I have a chance
at being okay.
i.
He's heard of her.
Kabuto talked about her like she was a prized scroll, a unique jutsu. He praised her day and night, but wouldn't show her to anyone.
Well, it wasn't him, it was Orochimaru, who kept her so close and away from prying eyes.
Sasuke didn't know where he kept her, but he didn't really care, though anyone would get curious after hearing so much about her. After awhile, he accepted that he would never see the mysterious girl, and he went about his life.
Until she showed up.
She was there, outside his door, with Kabuto and that heavy hand on her shoulder.
She was small and as fragile looking as her dress, smelt of wild flowers and sea foam; something else familiar, but he couldn't place the smell in his memory.
She looked up at Sasuke beneath her snowy bangs, her eyes red from crying.
"What is this, Kabuto?" He settled his cold eyes on the silver haired bastard.
Kabuto chuckled, unfazed after all this time. He pat the girl on her shoulder, making her jump each time; he seemed to enjoy the way she flinched beneath his touch.
"This is Kiyoko, the one you've heard so much about." He smirked. "She's yours now."
The story mostly focuses on a small group of people from the anime for the time being :) R&R!