Sorry for such a long wait!
I have been very busy lately. There are Chinese fanfics that I have been working on, also I have starting to prepare for the anime convention soon happening in my state. I will be cosplaying as Izaya from DRRR. Maybe to put up few pictures, since I have an amazing makeup artist. :)
This chapter includes of SasuNaru, KakaIru, and ShikaNeji. You may skip the other pairings if you do not like them, but I would say I'm very satisfied with this chapter, especially on Neji. Gahh, I just came to realize he's really one of my favorites. Also, the Chinese poem is written by me from variety of resources. It sucks and you can't really call it a poem, but I did the best I can. Translation shall be revealed later on.
Please enjoy!
Duanxiu: as we can remember from the earliest chapters, Naruto ripped his sleeves off for Sasuke. This term, again, literal meaning is ripping sleeve, but its denotation is referring to gay men in ancient China. The reference came from one of the famous recorded gays in one of the dynasties, when the land lord's lover was asleep and he awoke, trying to move, but find his lover was sleeping on his sleeve. He did not want to wake him up and so he ripped his sleeve, and that was said to show how much the land lord loved his mate. The termenology comes from that. So as here Sasuke repeats the scene gives another sybolism. :) The moment they met each other, they were gay. Yep.
Yuanhun: The ghosts that died an unjust death; ghost that cannot move on to after life because they did not do nothing wrong but died
The brevity of summer's gentle warm breeze. One's heart is a budding flower, waiting to be moist with love and bloom.
Something blossoming.
Naruto's eyes were glued on the man's bony, slender finger, holding the brush dipped with dark black ink, almost like the man's eyes. His hand swift through the pure white paper, letterings neat, every stroke was clean and sure, thick and thin at the right places. He knew Shikamaru was one of the best at these words crafting in the country, but Sasuke's writing did seem superior.
于初相识君，犹如故人归。
物是人非，朝颜夕改。
望月思不断，缕缕惆怅飘。
不异唯君独，笑如同年日。
红了樱桃，绿了琵琶。
入尘只因君。"
Naruto gazed upon those words, neatly composed and lined up. He could only pick out few characters that he understood, but poems are word weaved together, creating something unique and beautiful. The harder the context is to read the more depths of a poet's skills. He watches Sasuke's dark, opaque eyes, the sun light making it seems as if shining. Sasuke shifted himself from writing and put down the pen, lips curving just slightly.
"Many of us work on and adore the art of literature, and that includes letterings." Sasuke spoke; his voice was smooth and lenient. "One owns one style, and that is himself's. You may learn from a master, but it is not like a bird learning how to fly. You may follow their footsteps, copy theirs at first, but soon you will see it vary as you write and write more, working on details of the character the way you like it. That's your own style."
Naruto grasped to every word Sasuke had just said, nodding along the way, looking at the letterings. It seemed so distant that he will ever write like that, or create his "style". But it was still nice to hear the lesson. Suigetsu yawned a few times and his interest moved to the flowers Naruto planted earlier, also shooing at some birds and little animals.
Sasuke taught him some more complex characters, used in poetry and other literatures. It was interesting and seemed easy by the way Sasuke taught it. He thought of the times when Kakashi tried to explain to him about a poem, how he was bored out of his mind and yawned as he talked. Maybe it's just Sasuke's voice. Maybe.
It still felt strange, talking to Sasuke casually, him giving him a lesson on writing. He still didn't quite know what to feel about him, this breathtaking, elegant and mysterious man. How did he know about him living here, about Shikamaru? Yet all did not seem to matter at the moment, or he just didn't know what to think. Just some days ago they still seemed a world apart, and right now they sat side by side, almost feeling each other's warm breathing1.
That was how fate was.
Afterwards they left the ink to dry and Naruto started writing. He felt like he needed to do his very best to get Sasuke's approval. Yet still he stumbled a little, making a smudge there and there by Sasuke's gaze on him. He sees a smile on Sasuke's face, and felt flustered. Though it was not a mocking smile, and very gentle. Sasuke instruct him carefully, sometimes even holding his hand and wrote it along with him. He seemed like the Sasuke he met at the bamboo forest. Yet those fragments of his childhood remained of an arrogant, cold person. Perhaps Sasuke did change over the years, Naruto thought as he wrote. Maybe he does really love Sakura.
The thought gave his heart a tiny cringe of pain. His fingers shook a little and made a big smudge on his paper.
He blinked a few times, he feels Sasuke's eyes on him, but he couldn't move.
There was a chill running up the segments of his spine. His shoulders shuddered.
His eyes narrowed on that black ink, and the silence that lingered around the corner. This dreadful silence.
His heart skipped a beat. Everything was faint. His visions blurring and fingertips turning cold. He knew what was coming.
This feeling that all the air is gone. Breathless, cold, consciousness fading.
That darkness roaming around, in the corner. That night by the pale moonlight when everything was darkness. Everything he felt was reality, and dreams are afar.
He knows it's bound to be back soon - his tantrum, going berserk - it's been happening the past few months. Every few days, it comes. No patterns, no warnings. Like a monster. A monster in his stomach, hissing lowly, untamed and dangerous, warning him, reminding him. And it attacks. It bites him and tears his soul apart, swallowing up his pride and swarming him with its malicious aura. Naruto does not know what can and will do in this state. Whenever it happens, Shikamaru steps out the room and shut the door tight. He screamed till his voice cracked and broke everything that was around him: comforters, bed sheets, blankets, the bridge of the bed, cups, and tables. There were cuts on his fingers, bruises on his arms to be seen.
But he was just like normal him when it was over. He would be fatigued and his body shaking, falls to slumber and awake, then everything was okay. It's the way he protects himself from harm, the way he can live. He can only hope that these tantrums' intervals decrease and decrease soon to nothing. But that too, can be called wishful thinking.
He tried to retain himself, but his whole body was shaking now. His breathing was hard and he swift his hand across the table. He held in a scream just above his throat. He didn't want this. Not in front of Sasuke. Never.
Body losing control.
No, no, please no...
His head is going blank.
Not in front of him...
Hearings tuning out. That man's touch that made him filthy. Who tainted him and dirtied his soul.
Him.. Who he...
He was sure a scream was going to escape from his lips-
A loud, ripping sound that rang to his ear. A little loud, a little scratchy.
A cold hand reached him. His heart shuddered with fear because it was that same, icy temperature of that man's hand. But it was gentle. The gentlest way someone ever touched him. The smooth skin was soothing, like a lullaby.
"You're bleeding."
It was such a small sound, almost that he didn't hear Sasuke's voice. He was somewhere far, far away, and Sasuke pulled him back.
He sees colors, but perhaps only black and white. Sasuke's dark, opaque eyes, yet had a dim light like gem stone. His white robe was flashy, and Naruto felt the softness around the pain on his hand. And he sees bleeding red, shinning a color that was somewhat warm.
"Sa...Sasuke?" Like he awoke from a dream. He blinked a few times.
Sasuke left sleeve was ripped, the white cloth dyed a shade of red was now around Naruto's hand. Sasuke wrapped it carefully and slowly. Time world was silent.
Going back. 9 years ago. He as a child, ripping off his the cheap brown fabric from his sleeve and tied it around the prince's hand.
The sound of ripping, as if something was changing.
"There." Sasuke said. He still held Naruto's hand in his palm. Naruto was just staring at him blankly, memories flickering.
"That was dangerous," Sasuke had a scolding tone in his voice. His stare soft as moving water. "Do not do that again, you will hurt yourself."
Naruto stares into his eyes. A pain so deep cut through his chest, yet he was sure it was glee.
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"What does this character mean again?" Iruka put his finger on the shaky, barely legible character.
"If I am not wrong, it means 'flower'." Kakashi said with an amused patience in his voice.
"Why? You cannot understand this?" Iruka tilted his head, few strings of brown hair falling to his face. Kakashi brushed the strings behind his ear.
"More reasonable to say that no one except selected few can understand Naruto's writing." There was small smile on Kakashi's unhidden face. "Remember, Umino? I am a scholar, after all."
"I know, I know." Iruka nodded. "But... it's Naruto who's writing this." He stared at the letter on the table, a little wrinkled from reading it over and over, yet still carefully handled. "It's still hard to imagine." He shook his head. "I'm so proud of him. To learn how to read and write..."
"Then be proud of yourself too." Kakashi reminded him. "You've been learning quickly."
"I'm not young anymore, so for me, it's not important." Iruka said, his eyes dwelled still on the letter. "It's good he's doing well... At least he's being fed, probably better than what we can have." He smiled bitterly. Kakashi pulled a hand on his shoulder.
"He misses you." His long finger points to a character. "See, right here."
"I do too..." Iruka says, like a tear was running up. "I wish he can come home soon..."
"It says he wasn't allowed and got caught when he tried, didn't he?" Kakashi said soothingly. "Do not worry, he will be back." There was something firm in his voice, something that made Iruka believe.
"I hope so." Iruka said. "I'm so glad he is learning, though. He's still young; he has a chance to have something better."
"You're not to be called old, Umino. Just twenty-seven." Kakashi smiled. "Why be in such a glum?"
"I'm just saying the truth, you know." Iruka looked up. "I won't get better than this, but I'm content. Naruto should have a better life though." Iruka's smiled. Something purer than a flowing stream. He did not see a silver glint flashing across Kakashi's eyes.
"Kakashi?" He waved his hand in front of the man's silver-gray eyes. Thinking.
Do not trust me. Do not trust me.
"Hmm?" Kakashi made a sound. Iruka grumbled a little. Kakashi pulled him close, their foreheads touching. His hand massaging the roots of Iruka's hair lovingly.
"Stop that..." Iruka mumbled. "Not now..."
Kakashi's hand moved around him, his lips by Iruka's ear, biting. Iruka called out in pain and pleasure. He held him in his arms, lips right above his. A flame. Something like a flame. His heart was a flame. His eyes were flames.
"Kakashi..." Iruka said, half moaning as he reached into his robe and placed him on the bed.
"Make love to me." He whispered into Iruka's ears, voice full of temptation.
Iruka shut his eyes tightly.
Have he ever said no to this man?
Make love to me.
= - = time passage = - = -=
"Kakashi..."
The sun hit Iruka's eyes. He squinted a little bit. The light made Kakashi's face a dark blur. He could not see the man's expression. He lowered his gaze, a little tired and sleepy now.
"Doing something like this so early in the morning..." He complained. Kakashi leaned down, his hands by Iruka's shoulder, looking from above.
"Iruka."
He whispers his name.
He looks into his eyes. Amber brown eyes.
He sees that trust. The person Iruka will trust more than anything in this world.
"Kakashi."
He called out his name.
He pulled him down, holding him.
The man's heart shook from that body's warmth. So warm. That sweet scent from his body, so gentle and plain. He craved it.
"I am here."
He says into the man's ears.
Kakashi's heart shook.
If he tells him now, that he can give him so much more. If he tells him now, that his hand is stained with stench of blood, and is sometimes afraid to touch him. If he tells him, all about himself, now.
How many times he wanted to die. How many people he had killed without a blink of an eye, under the name of "peace". How many times he had thought himself truly losing all his humanity, like a doll, like all the negotiators were trained to be. Iruka was his only salvation. This home, this shabby little house.
I can give you gold, silver, jade, money, status, women, power. I can give you anything you desire.
"What do you want, Umino?"
His voice was raspy. His selfishness is driven, but he only has him. Only.
"What I want?
"I want to live by your side. That is all."
That is all, beloved.
Kakashi embraced him.
And all I ever could want is you. So please, please, please.
Just be at my side.
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Shikamaru Nara yawned and stretched.
Summer's heat make people lazy and mostly, bored. Today Sasuke told him do not go to the mansion Naruto resides in. Meals will be taken care of, too.
For the first time in days he woke up fairly late. His mother shook her head in disappointment, thinking that he finally forfeited such "unhealthy and irresponsible habit". He took no note to that comment, as usual, gulfed down some food and went outside.
Suddenly it seemed as if there was nothing to do anymore. He's gotten used to his usual schedule, waking up early in the morning, catch up with Choji and get some food from the kitchen, run to the mansion and teach Naruto calligraphy. In the afternoon he will leave or maybe stay, reading a few selected literatures, helping his father with government work which he hated so much, and then run to the kitchen again to send dinner. It was a packed and busy each day. Now it seemed a little dull.
What did he do every day before?
That thought left on.
Only thing that struck him was going to the hill. It was by the west of the palace. It was a little bit too much to the wild, unkempt side for the royalties to be going, so there weren't much people. He used to go there all the time, him and Choji would meet up there. The view of the sky at the top of the hill was great, perhaps the best you can find in Jingcheng. Your view is filled with that vast azure blue, with few floating white clouds. Warm summer breeze and tickling green grass, the hill in the summer was filled with wild flowers, too. It was the nicest place to have for an afternoon nap, and to be honest he liked it better than those man made ponds and garden sceneries inside the palace. Though, not saying it's not nice there either. He just loved watching the sky, watching the clouds moving shapes. That was his favorite way to spend time. So lazy, so carefree. Just like himself.
He walked towards the hill, the soldiers stand on guard let him walk through the gate. Outside the tall stone wall was the big hill, the yellow wild flower dominated the mass, but still greens to be seen. He didn't like the climbing part very much, but it does do good to an exercise-in-need person like him. But he will say he's been doing fairly well physically of late, running to the mansion couple times a day and back.
Shikamaru breathed in deeply. The air was fresh and clean. He maybe could see Choji there, but the chance was not high after him not going for so long. He felt guilt towards his best friend, but he couldn't change the absolute order by the prince. Besides, he thought, Choji would understand. Naruto is Choji's good friend after all, and Choji is so kind. Though he could not help but think what Sasuke wanted with Naruto today. Nothing too much, he knows. But now he's sure - Sasuke was interested. And he did not exactly know what to think about, honestly. And Naruto too, whenever Sasuke was mentioned there was an immense amount of interest and curiosity. The rest of the thoughts were forbidden to be said.
Reaching almost the top of the hill, he sees a human figure, sitting down. The person's back was tall and straight, very thin and slender shoulders. The person's hair was long, parted on to his left shoulder in the front. In pure white robe with no decorations, the gauze fabric and the long strings of silk-like black hair flew with the breeze. It almost seemed as if a faery landed on earth.
Shikamaru debated whether he should go on. If it were him, he would've liked the silence and solitude alone on the top of this hill. And, he did not like talking to women. But that person was sitting in his spot, the best spot to watch the sky. He bit his lips, thinking that this is the first time after so long. In the end he did not care and walked on, feet making crunchy sound on the grass. His presence then was made known to that person, and the figure turned around.
Sheer white eyes purer than snow with that had the stare without a doubt or mundane. Pale skin and thin lips, eyelashes long and straight. Strong jawbone and straight nose, showing his pride. Such sharp features yet so softened and feminine, yes, Neji Hyuga was one of the most handsome men in all countries of China.
"Well, fancy seeing you here, Shikamaru." Neji's voice was somewhat deep and very calm, loose black hair flying the air, like dark butterflies.
"I didn't know you came around here, Neji." Shikamaru's politeness reaction relaxed by Neji's informal addressing. He felt a little embarrassed that he mistaken Neji for a woman from behind.
"It's perhaps my first time to come here." Neji's lips had a little curve to it; gentle compared to his usual serious, proper self. His look too, hair down, plain white robes. Yet there was still an aristocracy beauty to him. "The view of the sky here is very nice."
"It's the best." Shikamaru walked over and sat down by his side. There a little distance between. After all, him and Neji weren't really good friends. Just occasional companions, one that would greet each other if met. But that was all. Perhaps because of Shikamaru's own personality or Neji's proudness.
"Mhmm." Neji agreed. There was a little sleepiness in his voice, which was rare.
The conversation died down there. That was how it was, how it begins and ends. Shikamaru didn't mind, he was sure Neji didn't either. They both just stared up to the sky, azure blue and beautiful. Such a bright, warm day. The color of the sky reminded Shikamaru of Naruto's eyes.
Shikamaru's gaze sometimes wandered to Neji's face. Even so relaxed, sternness remained on Neji's expression. That was just so him. Shikamaru knows many women admired Neji, but too scared as to even approach because his personality. But that part too they also loved. His arrogance. No one probably has seen Neji like this. But of course, Neji still looked clean cut and neat, just more... softened. His hair down did have an effect the loose strings falling to places, his sleepy eyes losing its usual sharp focus. Nothing less, he was a beautiful man. Shikamaru was surprised by himself by such a comment. He shook his head and sighed. Spending time with Naruto and Sasuke for long and seeing those hints between the two of them was doing something to him. He didn't exactly like it.
He leaned back a little, head facing the sky, breeze across his face, seeing few black strands of hair from Neji.
"Shikamaru," After a long silence, Neji spoke, softly.
"Yes?" Shikamaru quickly responded. A little too quick. He felt his face getting a little hot.
"Do you remember the blond boy with blue eyes that you met at Faeries Landing?" Neji spoke.
"Yes." Shikamaru is webbing out his lies already. He was such a good liar. Pretend he knows nothing and will be surprised when Neji tell him that he's missing. That's what he needed to do. "His name was... What was his name again..."
"Naruto." Neji said, lowering his gaze. Familiar name.
"Oh, yes, right." Shikamaru nodded. "Naruto. What about him?"
"You know of the second Huang Tai Zi's Fei Zi?"
"Of course." He said.
"Naruto loves her." Neji continued on. "Since childhood, forever and on. He ran into the palace to talk to her a month ago, to express his feelings. He hasn't been heard from since then..." His voice trailed smaller and smaller, and sighed.
"Um..." Shikamaru said, a little unsure. "Are you sure it's alright to tell me this?"
"I trust you." Neji said blatantly. Shikamaru was surprised. That was straightforward. But it's also how Neji was.
"Thank you for your trust." Shikamaru said, heart beating a little faster. "My mouth is shut. Um..." He stopped. "I'm sorry to hear that. He seemed like a good guy."
"He is." Neji said nonchalantly. "Or otherwise Lady Hinata wouldn't love him so much, and I wouldn't allow her to if he wasn't."
All of this was just pouring out of Neji. Shikamaru knew how prideful Neji was to ever allow himself show his stressed side like this. He just continued listening.
"She's been worried and crying about Naruto, my uncle and Lady Hana are very worried." Neji shook his head, his beautiful black hair swaying. "I couldn't do anything but to comfort blindly."
"I'm sorry." Shikamaru gulped a little. A guilt bubbling up from his stomach as he now noticed the purple circles under Neji's eyes. Yet still he couldn't say anything.
"You know those odd, eerie screams coming from the bamboo forest lately?" Neji spoke. Shikamaru knew he was talking about Naruto's berserk mood. "They say it's a Yuanhun ghost. One was killed unjustly. Ever since Lady Hinata heard that, she's been refusing to eat."
"That's horrible." Shikamaru said with honesty. God, Naruto, look at how much trouble you're causing. "But it's probably just some animal. No need to waste away over such useless rumor."
"It's what I've been telling her, but what will she listen unless she knows about his well-being? She's a benevolent child, and so is Naruto. But he does not love her or realize her love." Neji said, tiredness reaching his voice. "And that same goes with Sakura. Or more likely to put, that woman does not see his love as worthy of anything." Shikamaru sees Neji's fist tightens. Saying things like this could get Neji killed, yet he still let him on talking. No one was around. And the poor man needed somewhere to spill this.
"Now she's married, adopted by the Jiangjun, wealth and glory is hers. But her happiness is based on others' pain. I despise her, but I know she truly loves the prince." Neji said. "Yet I still can't control my anger. Do you think I'm a fool, Shikamaru?"
"No." Shikamaru said softly. "No, I don't. I think you're human. You're kind."
Neji shut his eyes; a small, pained smile reached his face. He was tired, indeed. Tired and stressed, pulled into the middle of all of this. Shikamaru had the impulsive right there and then to spill everything he knew, yet that will not only put him in danger, but Neji too. He kept his mouth shut, seeing the strained man. How tiring to put up such pride, to make others happy. Where does all this go if he never talks about it? Nothing. And those things will eat him from inside.
"This is a good place to take an afternoon nap, you know." Shikamaru said, smiling a little. He knows he is just getting himself deeper in this troublesome business. But still he wanted to help. Maybe that blind kindness of Naruto rubbed off of him.
"I still have some things to tend to, though..." Neji's voice trailed off, eyes dazed.
"Just relax for one day." He told him firmly. "Sleep."
"Must I?" Neji's sleepy eyes looked at him, a childlike face, the answer he wants shows so clearly on his confused face.
"You must." Shikamaru said.
Neji shut his eyes. His head fell on Shikamaru's lap. He fell to slumber as soon as lay down; an innocent sleep face wore on.
Shikamaru pulled back some strands of hair away from Neji's lips. The man was sleeping like a child. The afternoon was quiet, the sun light lit up his features. Warmth.
Shikamaru sighed to himself for his foolishness.
Troublesome things.
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"I will be leaving now."
Sasuke stood up.
After Naruto smashed the teacups and made his hand bleed, they cleaned up the mess and continued the lesson. Sasuke seemed not bother at all by any of this, but Naruto can feel his heart thumping loudly the rest of the lesson.
It was like recreating a scene. Such a strange, nostalgic feeling. Is this hinting something? Does the prince really remember from all those years ago?
Thoughts kept on bouncing in his head, his writings were more messy than usual. Sasuke's gentle stares did not help. He could not remember how many times the Tai Zi just grabbed his hand, held him, and wrote down the letter. His temperature was burning hot from embarrassment, and Sasuke's cold hand didn't do anything. He can see the ripping by Sasuke's sleeve, and his left hand stopped bleeding after a while. Suigetsu merely yawned a lot and watched them, occasionally dropping inappropriate comments. And now Sasuke is leaving.
It seemed like time just passed by the blink of an eye. It was around noon already, and Naruto's stomach was rumbling.
"Um, thank you so much for this." He rose up his finger. The cut wasn't very deep, but it did bleed. "I'm sorry for knocking those tea cups... I-I don't know what came over me." He lied. Whenever he lied his ears would turn red, Shikamaru told him that. He hoped it wasn't red right now.
"It's fine." Sasuke said, a somewhat sly smile reaching his face. "I enjoyed the time."
That made Naruto blush. What was true was that he did, too.
"Your sleeve..." Naruto looked to Sasuke's ripped sleeve. "Can we sew it back? It's such a pretty robe." Made of pure silk and exquisite in every way. And it made Sasuke's whole presence aglow.
"No need for such thing." Sasuke shook his head. "I have more clothes than I can ever wear in my life. They're quite useless."
"That's correct alright," Suigetsu chimed in. "You don't even know... There's a whole storage room full of his clothes." He shook his head, eyebrows raised. "Such an over excessive need."
"You're right." Sasuke said. "If I changed twice a day, I probably won't be able to wear them all by when I'm thirty." Naruto immediately tried to do the math of how much clothing that would be. "They're just a display. Such a waste if no one wears it."
"Mostly because you're picky." Suigetsu shrugged.
"Would you mind, Naruto," Sasuke said, "If I give the spares to you?"
"Huh?" Naruto was suddenly unprepared by the conversation turning to him.
"What he just said, boy," Suigetsu said in a slight annoyance. "Is that you're going to be gifted from the Tai Zi. His line selection of clothing that no one else in the world would have the same one."
"M-Me?" Naruto pointed to himself. "There's no need for that. I have enough clothes." He said hurriedly.
"I ask you to accept it." Sasuke said calmly.
"That means you have to." Suigetsu translated.
"But I-" He stopped by Sasuke's gaze. Those dark eyes and that overpowering aura. "I thank thee for such gift, your high- I mean, um-"
"Sasuke is fine when we're alone." Sasuke said, a little curve of lips.
"And there is me, the extra." Suigetsu rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, Sasuke." Naruto said with a real sincere in his voice.
"That's better." Sasuke seemed satisfied. "I will be back in three days. Until then."
"Yes." Naruto nodded. Three days seemed like a long wait. But better than a week. Or longer. He stopped himself from such childish thoughts.
They pushed open the door and stepped outside. Naruto watches the back of Sasuke. Standing by the door there, watching him leave. Leaving.
He's coming back in three days. He told himself. He's coming back. Coming back.
"Sasuke." He called out. The name escaped. His heart thumped slightly faster.
The beautiful man turned around, raven dark eyes gazing at him.
"Thank you for coming." He finally said.
Sasuke smiled and walked on.
* = * = * time * = * = *
"You know, that was a pretty easy hint you gave today." Suigetsu said as Sasuke sipped his tea. "Making such a production of ripping your sleeve." He shook his head, locks of white hair moved about. "Such devotion, gee. And that poem too. It was about him, wasn't it?"
"It's not like as if he hadn't done the same to me. Ripping sleeves and all." Suigetsu stared him, trying to imagine what that scenery would be like. The boy probably did it out of pure kindness, no other intention. "He wouldn't know about the ripping sleeve, nor can he read the poem." Sasuke said with a sly smile. "By the time he can... He will be already mine. Heart and soul."
Suigetsu had a cold chill by the comment and shook his head.
"You sadist."
"It's only fair." Sasuke leaned back. The moonlight tracing the skin showing from his loosened robe, a lewd sight. "Everything of mine is his already."
"You know what you look like when you look at him?" Suigetsu said.
"Hmm?"
"An eagle with his eyes on a prey."
Sasuke tilted his head, the lighting made his breath taking face almost demonic. He smiled.
So I hope you enjoyed that. The last bit is a little rushed as I wrote it. Sorry again for such a long wait, and I promise to find time to write as much as I can. Thank you all who stick with this story, because I promise a lot of sweets(dates, trips, sceneries, yaoi) :)