Passion and Tears

Suigetsu's POV

I blindly stumbled away from what I had just scene. I couldn't breathe properly. That couldn't have been my Sasuke. Sasuke wouldn't…he couldn't…It didn't matter. There was no way I could lie to myself, when I had already seen the chilling truth. Blindly stumbling from that horrid scene, I fell into a daze walking back to the place I fled from. There was dull ache in my chest that was in my heart and yet not. I raised my hand and attempted to grab the emotional wound, but it was kind of failing.

It was all a set up

A wounded sob escaped from my throat. I was surprised at how much raw pain was tightly entwined with my voice. The dull twinge in my chest increased to an unbearable sting. I desperately tried to clutch at my wounded heart.

Itachi…that bastard. He knew Sasuke was going to be out there. He knew...

I fell to my knees as another heart wrenching howl left my throat.

Why won't the pain stop?

I lowered my face to the dry earth and screamed as loud and as hard as I could until my voice went raw. My hands found my face and I fiercely dug my nails down my face. Instantly, there was a stinging sensation of physical pain, but it wasn't enough. I bit my arm, scratched my legs, and did anything to draw blood. Soon, I curled my scratched, bitten, and bloodied self into a ball and cried. Strangely enough, this was doing a lot more for the ache in my chest then hurting myself.

The tears fell in torrents, and I knew I had to stop before I lost too much water, but I couldn't stop….I just couldn't stop.

"Sas-sas-uke…you f-fucking WHORE!" I moaned, and immediately started coughing uncontrollably.

Once I got myself under control, I lied there on the ground staring at nothing and yet everything. I continued to cry in silence.

Everything he probably told me was a lie…

There was quiet all around me, besides the random hiccup, and the tranquility of it all calmed me. But it didn't quell the empty sensation I felt in my chest.

A lie…all…a….

I slowly opened my heavy eyes.

How long had I been sleeping there? Could've been minutes, could've been hours.

I pushed my weak, exhausted body up into a sitting position. My body was throbbing all over; my head felt like it was going to burst; my eyes were so dry; my heart felt so heavy; and worst of all I was beginning to feel lightheaded. I cringed in pain at the repetitious pounding in my skull. Grappling for the water bottle at my waist, I desperately drank the sweet liquid in long gulps till every last drop was gone. It soothed my throat, compelled the pounding in my head go away a little, and made the dizziness disappear.

Feeling a bit better, I stood up and began working my way on my original path. I didn't feel like continuing my escape. I just needed to be with someone familar. I had had it all figured it out too.

While Itachi went to scout, I was going to escape I thought with a bitter smile.

It certainly wasn't the first time I got away from Kisame. He'd been sleeping this time, and honestly? That should've been my first clue that something was wrong. Sharks don't sleep, they rest! So he ought to have woken up as soon as he heard momvent. But I was oblivious and happy that I was actually getting away with something. That should've been the second clue. I never get away with anything. I hadn't seen or heard either Kisame or Itachi and that should've been the third clue because Itachi and/or Kisame ought to have been dragging me back to the campsite at that moment.

I should've fucking known

At that moment, I had felt his chakra and of course like the fool I am, I ran towards it. And the rest is history. Tears were beginning to sting the back of my eyes once again. I harshly wiped the small blue orbs away before they had a chance to fall and sniffed.

Quit being a girl, Suigetsu. Get yourself together

I walked into the clearing that I had escaped from ealier that day or was it yesterday? Looking up into the sky, I could see the sun slowly rising. Looks like it was yesterday.

Kisame was still where he'd been before, lying against a tree, only now he was wide awake and staring at me. I silently walked over to him, and plopped myself down next to him. Quiet surrounded us, and with that stillness came my thoughts and my traitorous brain went to the only thing it couldn't understand. Why would he do this to me?

"...So..." Kisame began.

Another wave of sadness passed over me. The urge to cry came again and I indulged with pleasure.

"Oh...don't..uh...cry," Kisame said. I felt awkward pats on my back. "There, there."

Needing the comfort, I immediately threw my arms around him and sobbed into his cloak. I knew he was feeling very uncomfortable and that brought me some amusement, but not enough to supress the grief raging through me.

"...dirty, no good, d-duck butted head, lame, whore-faced, ass smelling, needle penis, heart breaking..." my dark mumbling stopped as I couldn't come up with my last insult.

"Bastard?" Kisame offered.

"Bastard!"

A hand was placed on my back and began rubbing little circles around. I cried for a bit longer, until there were no more tears sliding down my face. I was all cried out. The cloak I was laying on was made of a nice material and the rythmic patting on my back was tempting me to fall asleep, but this was Kisame we're talking about. He'd already seen more of me than I was comfortable with. I quickly blew my nose onto the fabric and pulled away.

We sat in an awkard silence for a while before Kisame said, "You know, your insults get a lot worse when you're depressed."

"Shut up, buttface" I retorted weakly, then cracked a small smile.

He laughed then grew quiet again.

I sniffed. "I still don't like you," I muttered.

"Don't like you either, brat" he returned just as softly, but I could still either the smirk in his voice.

Maybe...just maybe I could stay with them...

A noise drew my attention to the left and I saw Itachi standing there, looking solemn as usual. I quickly returned my gaze to the forest floor.

Why do they have to look so similar?

A silent woosh brought my attention to the right and I looked then froze. Standing at the edge of the clearing was Sasuke with that spiky- haired blond boy next to him. His blood red eyes were staring at Itachi with so much hatred. He swept his gaze towards me and I hastily once again found myself looking at the forest floor. I didn't want to see his mock affections. I felt a lump register itself in my throat, and fuck the tears wanted to come again.

No

I dug my nails into my hand, until I drew blood. The sharp pain cleared my head.

I have to get over this I thought, my eyes slowly hardening, And if not, I at least have to pretend... so I can get the message across to that cheater: I am NOT going with him.

End Chapter (line isn't working for some reason)

A/N: Hello, there! I've brought you a nice present. Sorry for being absent. Applying for colleges, studying for exams, and life happened. I guess I could argue life is still happening, but that's getting too technical. Sorry for any grammatical, spelling, or sentence structure stuff. Oh and thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your lovely reviews and faves and story alerts. They make me happy.

Well, I don't do sad... I am generally a happy person and the only experience with heartbreak I've had is through movies, so I'm sorry if it doesn't quite fit the bill. So I know this chapter isn't going to capture the momentum of hurt Suigetsu is going through because I've never been through that hurt. My dad has always told me write from experience because that's where the writing comes to life and others can go through what "that person" has gone through. Whoever thought of that is a genius by the way. Anyhoo, I'm rambling. R&R

P.S. Has anyone read/watched Tsubasa: Resvoir Chronicles (If you haven't, I recommend it)? I wanted to make a Kurogane/ Fai three shot and I would really like someone to read over my work/ help me with the summary and title. I've got the first part written, I just need to clean it up a bit.

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