Rememberance

Remembrance
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, just my words are my own.


Rating: R to NC17, depends on how you look at it!
Type: One shot
Warnings: Shounen-ai, blood play, lang., serious issues of death and sadness, angst, and probably more that I am missing.
Summary: Sasuke remembers times gone past. Memories are the most ruthless of tortures.

Author’s note: In this they are older, mid twenties. Also, this will bounce between the then and the now. He’s remembering times from the past. I hope it’s not to confucked so that you can’t understand it!

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No one understands the lengths I’ve gone in the pursuit of power. No one knows what the hunger feels like as it claws it’s way through the corroded arteries. Pushing for all it’s worth, not stopping for anything….anyone. I cannot begin to ask for forgiveness for my sins gone past, but is it such a harsh thing to dream?

To want for another to understand the choices I have made? The person whom I have become, who I am destined to become. What I am fated to be.

Monster, betrayer, soulless, these words so easily uttered from they’re twisted mouths. So quick they are to damn another, so carelessly they reprimand me for what chose. What I HAD to do to survive my past.

There’s but one reason I still live today. Hollow as it may seem, I am still breathing and on two feet. I owe that person more than they can ever know. As I sit here, with a kunai tracing patterns across my throat, contemplating what this out come will be? Dare I even hope for dreams to come true…

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“So, Sasuke-kun, should I go with the white one or the pink and white one?” Sakura’s voice rambled on happily as she tried to choose over the two remaining kimono.

“How should I know?” I tell her grumpily. You’d be grumpy too if you’d been dragged out of bed in the wee hours of the morning by a lunatic. A lunatic wielding a potentially deadly kunai to the groin, and armed with death threats to that region.

“But, SASUKE you promised you’d help me today!” she cried, a comical blend of anger and amusement.

“I did not promise, you made me,” raising an eyebrow, I go on, “How can one say ‘no’ with a very shape blade too that…area? Hrm…Sakura, you’re ruthless you know that?”

Laughing sweetly and smiling ever more so, she says, “Well, you’ve been locked up in your mansion like some warlord plotting revenge or something. It’s unhealthy to be stuffed between four walls for so long, you needed me to come save you!”

My gut tightens harshly at her words, innocent teasing they may be, they still bite hard. How close she is to the truth, so near to the very core of my being.

“Hey, earth to Sasuke,” she speaks, waving a newly manicured finger in front of my face. How odd for a ninja to be so vain in appearance. Doesn’t she know those pretty nails would be destroyed in battle?

I must have been daydreaming to long, because a pink blur just became up close and way to personal. “Are you alright?”

Stepping back quickly, I try to bit the words that threaten to hurt her from escaping. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go, I have some things I need to get done today.” Even those words are cool, biting as they come out. Why am I like this?

A wounded look dances across her face, but is chased away with the mask she always wears around me. Everyone has a mask they where when near me, better not let the betrayer close. “What’s more important than helping an old friend pick out a kimono for her wedding?!” she squeals, loudly through the small store she whisked me into.

Her outburst scared the shit out of me, causing an uncharacteristic squeak to slip out. Recovering quickly, the glare of death is firmly in place to all those who stare. Believe me, there are many people cramped into the store. The majority female. And, all of them are staring at me. Oh, great. This just promises to be fun.

“Okay, if I give you my choice will you shut up?” Giving into the demoness is better then being bombarded by the hoard of women looking at me. I have to give them credit, whether it’s stupidity or that they don’t care, they haven’t stopped swooning over me. The men of the village have condemned me, as have most of the ninja’s too, but the woman go on as if nothing has happened. As if Orochimaru never came, I never left, and as if everything’s hunky dory. It just simply amazes me. Little do they know the monster I’ve become.

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I can remember that day as if it were yesterday. It was a beautiful spring day. Every spring day in Kohona is nice. The breezes play with your hair like mischievous dryads, as it carries the oncoming scent of a hot summer within it’s tendrils.

Sakura was so excited that day, the day I agreed…was forced…to go shopping with her. I don’t know why she persisted in me choosing her kimono, that should have been Ino’s job, her being the best maid and all. But, nope, she asked me. And we, she, I agreed on the pink and white one.

It was stunning, the right side was a blossoming cherry tree. It’s branches crept across her chest and back, while the falling blossoms swept over the left side. It was serenely sad, in my eyes at least. The trees only bloom to live for a short time, but what joy they bring. And their beauty in unsurpassed by anything.

The wedding was to be held in the fifth month, under the open skies of Konohagakure. I wish I had been there to see it, Kakashi must have so proud that day.

I heard it was a wonderful ceremony, Tsunade-homage-sama gave her away. Her father being long dead, buried with her mother. It should have been me, she asked me yet I refused. ‘You’re like the bother I never had, Sasuke, the closest thing to family I have left. Please do me the honour?’ she asked so nicely, and I snapped at her and pushed her from my path.

I hear she was upset…

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“So, are we too good to be there for a friend? Or are you just being a bastard again?” Naruto’s angered words sliced through the meditative stare I was hovering in.

There, lost in the folds of my mind, I can forget who I am. Forget everything, and go back to the spars with the blond idiot, the excitement of a battle, and the talks with Kakashi-sensei. There I don’t have to know myself…

“Get lost, I don’t want to see you,” I tell him with out even opening my eyes. If I do, they’ll betray the cold exterior I have built so nicely.

“Fuck you, Sasuke. You have no idea how much you’re like him you know,” he says, turning on a heel to leave.

Ripping open my eyes, I can feel the burn of the Sharingan wheels rotating, leaping towards him with in a blink of an eye. Pinning him to the wall, I want nothing more than to rip him to pieces and swim in his blood.

“Do NOT speak of thing to which you have no understanding of!” my voice sounds heavy and hard. Snapping shut my jaw, desperately trying to bit back the fangs that are extending from my gums. “I told you to leave me, you didn’t. I came back, now it’s not enough. Get the fuck out of my life, and let me live in peace.”

Struggling not to kill him, I force my hands down by my sides. “Leave Naruto, before I do something I may regret.”

Blue eyes flash to a deadly crimson hue, as the fox stares me down. Beckoning me to do it, practically pleading me to. In an instant the knuckle head ninja of the village hidden in the leaves is gone, replaced with the deadly anbu captain and demon vessel. “We both lost, remember that Sasuke. Both gave a piece of our humanity to the cause of saving one another. I may be slowly loosing the battle; but, know this, at least I still fight it. Unlike you, I am no coward. I will fight till there’s nothing left to fight for.”

“I don’t give in to the animal rattling my cage, I do not travel paths worn down by those who walked before me. I am not you, Uchiha Sasuke. I have no vengeance.” Backing up slowly, until he’s near the exit, his last words were cold and unfeeling. “I have no hate that eats my soul. Good bye, brother.”

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The day he dragged me back was the most humiliating day of my life. Back to the village that I had betrayed, back to those damning faces of those I gave to the enemy, back home to desolate streets and a cold house.

The price for dragging me back had been a high one. For both of us. He never spoke of the price he paid, But, I know it had been monumental. He struggles day in and day out to keep the monster at bay. A struggle I know personally as well.

He escorted me to the entrance of my house. We fought, we traded heated, ugly, words, than something shifted within us. The damn broke and we were washed away with the rushing waters…

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“Would you just say something, Sasuke!” he yelled.

Turning, whirlwind of pissness and hot anger, I hiss at him, “What would you like me to say to you, Naruto? Thank you? Thank you for bring me back, when I wanted nothing more than to leave! Thank you for ruining what life I had left? THANK you for trashing my plans to kill him! I had him, had him where I could kill him, and you stole my chance away!” The words just flew out so easily. Everything I had wanted to say was just falling out, spilt forth. “I fought so hard to attain the power I’d built, and you just took it all away from me!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. There are you happy?”

“You’ll never change will you?” he asked sadly, a small sorrow filled smile upon his trembling lips. “I can’t do it anymore Sasuke.” Do what? That’s what I wanted to know. Be my friend? What kind of friend would ruin everything I had struggled for?

“So don’t, it’ll be easy Naruto. Just leave,” I told him, at the time wishing it true. I so carelessly threw, the only person who truly cared for me, away. My one and only precious person in life, and I wanted him gone.

His teal eyes welled up and fought a bitter battle to contain the tears. Speaking softly, he came nearer to me. “You have no clue do you? None whatsoever. I had hoped…”

“Hoped what? That everything would be fine? We’re not thirteen anymore Naruto, we can fix the world like we dreamt,” I told him, sounding as jaded as I felt.

“I had hoped that you’d want to come back.”

Scoffing at that ridiculous notion, I tip my head to him. Long ebony bangs dangle over my eyes, that now shine crimson in the fading moonlight. They’re left stained red from the cursed seal. It’s frighteningly beautiful when I see myself within the mirror’s reflection. The Sharingan, odd as it may be, is the only thing left to my clan. The only thing that identifies myself as a Uchiha.

“Why? Why would I come back here?” I cannot truly believe he thought me to come back to this gods forsaken lands?

The sadness fled quickly, replaced with the anger once more. And he wound up and slapped me across my smirking face. Stumbling backward from the unsuspecting blow, I lost footing and slammed into the doorway. It gave way and I tumbled to the cold ceramic tiles below.

As I fell, my hands of their own accord, searched for something to grab onto. Landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, was Naruto and I. He was the thing I grabbed for.

Breathless and too tired to be angered, I laid there with him spread out on top of me. Somewhere deep inside myself I knew this should revolt me, but I couldn’t muster the energy to push him off. That and he was warm, very warm.

“Why did you come for me?” I asked, eyes closed basking in the heat generated from the body on top of me. This was the question that’s been nagging me for a while. And, surprising enough, I wanted to hear the answer.

Sighing, he spoke into my chest, “It was the right thing to do.” His words were elusive and hot against my skin. Whether it was from the long fight or even longer nights alone, I was weak and he was here.

Sitting up onto my elbows, I looked down into a mop of unruly blond hair. Over the years it had grown out a lot. The spikes, instead of spazzing out in every direction, had more of a messy look to them. That perfect bed head look. I liked it much better. “You could never lie well, Naruto,” I told him softly, wanting to touch that seemingly silky hair.

Peeking out from behind that brightly colored mane, his eyes sparkled and looked like a thousand jewels glistening in the midnight’s bloated moon. Beauty has so many meanings, and fashions, but at this moment he was beautiful to me.

“I’m not lying, Sasuke, it was right. For me. I had no choice.” His words were still only partial truths. I think, at least I had thought, I knew what he was trying to say. What he really meant was surprising even to me.

“Naruto.” I warned him to stop lying to me.

Something steeled in him, and he did what he was eluding from the beginning of this talk. Raising, slightly, until he was on all fours, he crawled up until he was eye to eye with me. “Forgive me,” was all he said before he dropped down and let our lips brush another’s.

I felt my eyes grow wide as we stared at each other, while our lips whispered the barest of touches. He tasted like summer in the bleakest of winter’s nights. It all clicked, at the moment I realized what was missing from my life. “Sunshine….” I heard myself whisper, or did I just say it in within my thoughts? I don’t know, don’t care, but right now I am warm. That’s all that matters.

Breaking away, he began to move away. I must have took to long to respond. Who could fault me, here we were in the middle of my doorway, on top of each other, kissing. Needless to say I was thrown a bit.

I let him get up off me. He moved stiffly as he stood. “Naruto, I…um…I,” I mumbled embarrassingly as I stared at the stone steps. How could I say what I wanted to with out sounding foolish?

“What?” he asked, already preparing himself for the lashing he thought to receive from my reaction.

Deciding to throw it all out, better to get it over with, I stood in once fluid motion. Grabbing his bare wrist, I pulled him inside the door. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and plastered him to it.

Our bodies were perfectly aligned, connecting on such a level that I hadn’t even begun to understand yet. “Don’t leave me, please don’t walk away like all the others.” Was that me who was spilling his soul to him? The tone was shaky and broken, but it was still me speaking.

His muscled arms wound around me, and that was all I could take. The tears, so long past due, came breaking out. They flooded my vision and burned down my cheeks. How long had it been since I’d cried?

“Sasuke, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never leave. Not you, I could never leave,” he said, his voice sounding in wavering tones. Soft hands caressed my scalp, as his breath puffed hot against my ear. Shivering in response to his erotic display, my head was spinning out of control. I was out of control, and I think I liked it.

I let his words settle, as his hand tugged up my tucked chin. He graced me with a rare smile, a real smile. Then he licked up the salty tears. It felt so loving, so right. He lapped at them like a starved animal, not letting one fall from my face.

Hugging him tighter, I felt his proof of devotion pressing into the bottom of my belly. It jolted me; I know it sounds stupid, but I hadn’t even let that cross my mind. This felt natural and so I let it go on. But, what did I feel about ‘that’? I couldn’t find an answer.

While I was thinking, he moved his ‘kissing’ back to my mouth. This time it was more forceful…demanding. His hands tightened around my back, pulling our bodies closer, as he bit the bottom lip.

Gasping at the shock, he took advantage and slid his tongue into my opened mouth. He lapped at my mouth like he did with the tears, and I blushed. This was all so new to me, no ones ever touched me like this before. I never let anyone.

Slowly a hand tangled in the shoulder length strands of my hair, long fingers flexed over my scalp, and he deepened the kiss. “Naruto,” I spoke around the kiss, pulling back until we met eye to eye. “I don’t think…”

“That’s right, don’t think Sasuke, just feel,” he said. Bringing the other hand up to meet the one buried in my hair, he scrunched them up and pulled me closer. “Just feel me,” he whispered and placed a kiss on my forehead, “Know me,” another kiss to my chin this time. “And trust me,” his breath whispered over my lips.

Fuck it, I told my head. Fuck analyzing the right from wrong and just give in to the feelings. Finally over the internal struggle, I melted into his embrace and gave my will to his.

Feeling me cave, he kicked it up a notch. Quickly tugging at my shirt and shrugging out of his. Laughing nervously at his rushed antics, I said, “Hey, slow down a bit. I really don’t want my first time to be against a door.”

“Wha…” he questioned, stumped. “Your first time? I thought, I mean, well fuck it, I don’t know what I meant, but ok let’s go upstairs.” Smiling, he went on, “I am sure your bed is much more comfortable than splinters.”

Chuckling, “I’m sure it is. Come on.” I pulled away, turning around to lead us up to the second level. When your in these situations, silly little musings come to mind. I suspect it was from the nervousness brewing beneath the calm, but I remember thinking that the Uchiha mansion is one of the few houses to have a second floor. It was so funny, I couldn’t help the giggle that came out.

“What’s so funny?” he asked from behind me. How to answer that without sounding like an idiot? Well, there’s no real way to.

“Nothing, just thinking that it’s a long way to get upstairs.”

Laughing wholeheartedly, he hiccupped out around the giggles, “Now, you sound like Shikamaru. ’Such a pain!’” he mimicked the lazy genius, to well I might add.

“I don’t sound like him!” I yelled. “I am not lazy!”

Cresting the top of the stairs, I turned towards the corridor that my room was off of. The high glossed finish of the cherry wood shone in filtered moon rays. It lit the path way to my room like an ethereal walkway, and we walked down the path to our own personal heaven.

“Haha, no comment on that one,” the little imp said, I see this for what it is. He’s baiting me, trying to get a rise. Flushing at my own thoughts, he’s already accomplished that one.

Reaching for the knob to open the black lacquered door, I paused as the nerves rushed to the surface. If I open the door than this will happen. Is that what I want? Really what I want?

“It’ll be okay, Sasuke, I promise. We can just…rest for a while. Gods know we both need it,” Naruto whispered in hushed tones to the back of my neck.

That was all I needed to open the door, an out clause should I need one. Take things one step at a time and it will be fine, just fine. “Yeah, sure,” I told him, pushing the door ajar.

I must have left the window open the last time I was in here, the cold breeze chilled my face and the curtains fluttered in the air. Moving away from him, I strode over to close it.

“Leave it open, I like the cold air. It’s refreshing,” he said, moving silently to the large bed in the corner of my room. Climbing on top of the behemoth of a bed, he made a nitch within the blankets and pillows. Smiling at the site, he reminded me of a fox den-ing. “Now come here,” he demanded, holding an arm outstretched.

This is it, flight or fight time. That’s all this was, just a new kind of battle. I can do this. Walking up the side of my bed, I crawled up to meet him. ‘Just feel’ was the mantra running rampant in my thoughts. ‘Just feel.’

Settling in beside him, I took an initiative. Slowly, with unsteady hands, I began taking his shirt off. Once he realized I was okay with this, he started to do the same for me. It was like a game of bait and wait. I do something, than he followed suit.

Soon we were both bare chested and wiggling out of our pants. Warm hands trailed down my back, mapping the twin jagged scares that serve as a constant reminder of my sins.

“What happened?” he asked. His tone was not condescending, nor accusatory, it was inquisitive.

“Orochimaru’s cursed demon seal’s left the imprint of wings on me, they’ll stay there forever, never to let me forget that day,” I told him as he traced the length of them up and down. “It’s my stigmata to bare through the rest of my days. It serves it’s purpose true, every time I see it I remember that day.”

“Just a few of the ones visible,” he said softly, near silent. I assumed he was speaking of scars, but with Naruto one can never be sure.

Moving over, so that he was turning me to lie on my belly, he kissed the wounds that never really close. Over and over he kissed them, wordlessly willing them to finally heal. “When you think of these, I want you to only remember this.” A passionate kiss to every inch of the raw flesh, he went on, “Only this, Sasuke.”

I couldn’t find any words, there was no reason for them. There was just Naruto and I, falling into another’s bodies in the chilly air of a dark room.

“Roll over,” he said. Doing so, I stared up at him. “Tell me to stop, don’t let me hurt you.” His eyes pleaded for me to stop him, while his body raged in defiance. “Stop me,” he gritted out, voice dropping octaves as the fox gurgled to the surface.

“No.” I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to make me feel again. Even if it’s pain, it’s still sensation.

Teals eyes flashed red, a battle for control, as his hips ground into mine. Pinning me to the bed, leaving little room for escape, my heart raced in fear. Fear of what? Him? The Fox? Or the feelings that have frozen over?
“Stop me, Sasuke, please stop me!” he begged.

“No, Naruto, you want to stop, you do it with your own power.”

That must have served in snapping the last threads of control, because the next thing that was happening was my wrists stretched over the top of my head. Dipping down until hot puffs of air gusted over my face, he released an animalistic growl, “Mine.”

My movements were slowed, like running through water, I was a passenger to the ride he was taking me on. I watched as he opened his mouth, elongated fangs hovered over my exposed throat, then sank deep into the tender flesh.

The breath ‘whooshed’ out of my lungs in a forced wave, the pain collided with pleasure like a springtime thunderstorm. On a will of it’s own, my body went wild. Bucking and withering under him, searching for something that had no name.

“Naruto!” I wailed, as my body rode the pain. His response was to sink in deeper. I could feel his throat work at swallowing the blood, and instead of being revolted…I was enraptured. The thought of him drinking me just flat did it for me. With every drop swallowed, he drank my essence deep. If he wanted it all, I would give it to him for the barest of touches…

The burning began, smoldering at first then raging like wildfire, through every nerve. Screwing my eyes shut, my hands flew to grab hold of something. Nails extended and found purchase between Naruto’s shoulder blades, scoring down in eight bloody lines. Both the demons of our past seemed to be riding high this night. Together we struggled to remain ourselves; together we were failing.

He ripped his head from the pulsing wound, and roared. Literally roared, “AHHHHH!” Throwing his head back caused for his hips to grind mercilessly into the hard organ pushing at the clothe of my pants.

“Pants. Off. Now!” I told him, fumbling with slick, bloodied, fingers to get him out of his. Nature, no matter how backward we were twisting it, knew just what to do. I was running on auto pilot and just going with the flow of things. Instinct took me and I went most willingly.

At once we were both bared nude to another. Having been together for so long on a team, we know what each other looks like naked, but we have never looked upon another with such heated passion before. I had never noticed the thickness in his arms, the tapered grace to his waist, or the perfection of his ass. Not only were we unclothed, we let the other see what lies beneath the masks.

Arching my back, like a wonton hoe, while raising my legs to wrap round those strong hips. I can only imagine what I look like, arms pinned above, legs spread and up, chest heaving, eyes close…like I said, I can only imagine.

“Never stop, Naruto, please don’t let me fall in the dark again Never leave me, never let me go again!” I cried. The stupid sentimental bullshit just fell from my mouth, the words felt right to be said to him…only him.

The world stilled on her axis as the earth shook from the core of my body, the pain reverberated down through my very soul. The air was forced through my lungs as he forced himself into me. The burning was absolute and encompassing in it’s pain, but riding close behind was the promise of pleasure. The tingling string of nodules tickling up my spine were caressing in the most wicked of fashions.

“I’m sorry, it’ll pass in a minute,” he said, out of breath. We lied there, locked into another, for once in my life I felt whole. Who know that all it took was Uzamaki Naruto to fill the void. “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding more like himself. The fox must have receded with the blood it drowned in.

“Move,” I sounded barbaric, but that one word took way more concentration to produce than it should have.

“Look at me, I want to see you,” he said, tilting my face to look up at him. I let all the pent up emotions, all the hurt and pain, all the…love I felt float to the surface. If this night never happens again, I want him to know what it means to me.

The heartfelt confession spilt forth, with out even a minutes hesitation. “I love you, prick.” They were whispered in an unearthly silenced manor, but echoed deep within the caverns of my body.

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That night was a blend of pleasure, pain, and truths. That night felt like it went on forever and ended to soon in the same. That night, that mind numbing confusing night, I found my reason to come home.

And, then, the next day he left me. Left me for the wastelands of another battle field. Gone, he was, the moment the sun rose. When I woke up, I found the letter he’d left in his stead.

Sasuke,

I’m sorry. I can never be what you need. The only thing in life
you ever dreamt was for a family. I can love you, I can care for you
forever, but the one thing you long for I could never give.

I am so very thankful for what we shared, for what you showed me. Don’t think for an instant that I will EVER forget, or regret, what
we did. I just wish things were different. Gods, I wish they were.

Take care, and have lots of beautiful babies. I hope you get at
least one little hellion. Do me a favor and name him or her after
me. It would be suiting don’t you think?

Well, I don’t know what else to say to you. Isn’t that funny,
all our lives I haven’t shut up, and now when it counts I can’t find
what I want to say to you….

Uzamaki Naruto

P.s. I will love you ‘til the end of days, flourish, for me, in this life and
the next. Perhaps in time we will meet again. Take care, Sasuke.


He left it on the bed sheets, so foolish of me to believe he could care for me. Strength and weakness are so closely knit, and this day I am wavered between the two.

Finally I got out of bed, after many attempts not to cry, kill, or destroy something. I wondered aimlessly around the village searching for him. The ramen shop, the training grounds, and ending at the Hokage tower.

She came out, tears lining her bright eyes. And, that instant I knew something was wrong. If you’ve ever been in these types of situations before you know what I am talking about. Everything’s in slow motion, her approach, her arms that wound around me, and the devastating bomb she dropped on me.

Over and over again, she wailed in my arms, “He’s dead!” After what she said hit, my knees gave out and the mark he gave me burned. I think it was the bite, I had wished it were the bite, but is wasn’t. No, it was the seal breaking that Kakashi had placed.

Red bled to black as the world fell away. Pain peeled back the fleshy layers over the back, as the wings exploded in a fierce power. My chakra swirled and danced in patterns deadly to those who even glanced upon their angered dance.

Just as the dam was beginning to break, I heard him.

“Just feel, Sasuke, just feel….me.” I know it wasn’t him, it was the fabrication of him within my mind. My wants and desires made tangible to the touch. “Just feel,” the phantom voices pleaded over and over again.

“Feel,” I said through the fangs crowding my mouth, “Feel.” Then everything died.

Well, not in the literally sense that it. I had past out from the power storm I’d built. I remember the pain I felt, not only from the loss of my precious person, but from the strain my body exerted in the tantrum earlier.

So now, I sit here, on the edge of my bed. Contemplating whether or not to meet my lover on the bridge of afterlife. As the blade parts the flesh of my neck so neatly, I wonder how hot hell will be? For surly one, such as myself, will burn.

What will the others think? Will they care? Will they even bother to dispose of my corpse? Fuck it, I don’t give a shit. The only thing that mattered was Naruto, and he’s gone.

Blood flowed heatedly over the quaking fingers, as I cut away the only evidence of our love shared. Peeling back the bite he gave, I kiss the blood from the skin. Faintly tasting his mouth upon my skin, “Love holds no bounds,” was the last words uttered from me before the room went dark and I faded away.

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Well, NOW, that was something wasn’t it! I don’t know what brought that on, but it was begging to be written. I hope you like it. I know it was sad, but I couldn’t help it!

Thanks,
SeveredWings