Fast Asleep
Sasuke felt the wind catch in his palm, like a baseball whipping and batting against his skin. He'd never touched the air so tangible before. It was...amazing. He watched the highway stretch and curve, black as a midnight pool, the sun's blaze making him stick to the seat pleather. No other cars drove around them, it was only their beat up little Chevy doing eighty-five.
He found the air didn't taste so stale here, like dried up rain - didn't smell so frozen, like a butterfly caught in stasis.
"What'chya thinkin'?"
Sasuke turned his dark eyes on the man driving, wisps of wavy blonde hair brushing at his boyish face. His strong fingers curved tightly over the steering wheel, the other hand hanging idly out the window. Sasuke wondered if he caught the wind as well.
"Nothing." He smirked, before leaning forward to fiddle with the music dial.
Neither knew where they were going, neither really cared, and neither felt the least bit sleepy.
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N/A - I've left it quite open ended so your free to interpretation. But I've managed to narrow them down into two major opinions - if you'd like to hear them. Number 1 is the optimistic option, which - if you're a major softie like me - is the way you wanna go. Sasuke never was crazy, and there's a level of the fantastic that perhaps is, just beyond us. Number 2 isn't quite the pessimistic option, as it is the more probable option, and basically goes with the idea that Sasuke is insane, he killed himself, and this last part is only the dream of death. It all has to do, I think, with what you want to believe is in that paper bag. Drop me a review, hey!
P.S - Music of choice, Utada Hikaru, Passions or Sanctuary.