Prompt #6: Substance
To Sasuke, hatred was a thick, viscous substance flowing sluggishly in his blood. It stopped and deposited in his arms, his eyes, his brain, before it could complete its rounds. He could blame it on the substance, the goddarned substance, as his hands wrapped around her neck like a vise, his eyes flashed crimson red, and his brain was high with insanity.
The substance also had an annoying way of shining out of him so everyone else kept far away from him, as if it were contagious. It might as well be. He was treated with tight looks of distrust, excepting his deadlast something-of-a-friend. Not her. She has reached her limit to how much of the substance she can stand.
She flinches when he is near and he can almost feel how his hands must have felt on her throat. He is desperate to clean out the substance. It's suffocating him, eating him up, and there's no use it serves to him anymore.
It is raining today. He waits outside the hospital, waits until she comes out with piles of files and pink hair bunched up. When he offers her his umbrella, she smiles and joins him as they walk into the night.
The substance leaks off and dies as the rain washes him clean.