"Leave me be, Onna," Sasuke had muttered coldly that equally icy morning, turning from her, a slight note of distaste playing on his tone. "You can't keep me here."
"I can try," the young-girl spoke, quickly, keeping her stature firm in his doorway. Her light-sliver hair, which was usually pulled to her nape of her neck, flowed freely in front of her shoulders.
Sleep still played on her eyes.
"There's no reason for you to leave," she told him.
"What do you know?" he snapped at her, glancing over his shoulder, onyx eyes no longer holding the beauty they once had, the beauty the girl had always envied. "You know nothing, Emiko."
"How can you say that?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, blinking, "I know you better than anyone else."
"You have no idea who I am. What I am." The black-haired boy answered, turning to face her completely, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't claim to know something you don't."
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
"Don't I?" she inquired, narrowing golden eyes softly in response to his, "We grew up together. Don't you remember? The times we spent hiding from Sakura? Ino? Your brother," she spoke the word carefully, knowing that Sasuke wouldn't be too happy with his mention, "Too, when we were really little." she then laughed, lightly, upturned eyes smiling, "Those stupid little sleepovers we talked my parents into letting us have when we were only six?"
"That's when we were children," he told her, quite coldly, his gaze leveling. "Things change."
Things most certainly did change. Sasuke's family was killed, Emiko had been bedridden for the past two years now, unable to leave her home because of the incredible fear of touching someone while she out - now, when her blood-powers were so heavily fluctuating...when even a simple graze of a hand could kill her.
"Revenge can be obtained at any time," she whispered, almost pleading, "It doesn't mean you have to leave here now and probably get yourself killed!"
Kasumi Emiko could have sworn she saw the sharingan suddenly flash in Sasuke's eyes.
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
"I can not sit here and know that, that sadistic monster is out there! Living as freely as anyone else. How can you expect me to live normally when the murderer of everything that I cared about is still breathing? How can you expect me to forget?"
He took a step towards her, purely predatory in stance as though to shake her free of the doorway. Emiko immediately responded by straightening her spine and meeting his gaze directly. "I don't expect you to forget. I expect you to act like a sane human being and think this over. What good will come from finding your brother? The only thing you'll truly find is your own death!"
"I'm stronger now," he protested, his eyes empty, "I can beat him."
"And what if you can't?!" Emiko hissed, clenching her fists into tight balls, "What if you die?"
"Then," he spoke without emotion, "It won't matter."
I can't breathe but I feel
Good... enough...
I feel good... enough... for you
"Yes it will!" she cried, feeling her knees weaken with the seriousness to his tone. How could he be so careless with his own life? Did he honestly believe that no one would care if he died? "It will matter to..."
"To who? The fangirls?" he asked, his lips twitching into a smirk, "Or is it you, Emiko? Would you miss me if I died?"
"Fuck you!" she yelled, hearing the overly sarcastic tone in his voice, "Don't toy with me, Sasuke! You know damn well what you mean to me. We've been best friends..."
"Oh, that's interesting," he growled low in his throat, cutting the golden-eyed girl off mid-sentence, "because I don't have a best friend."
Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
and I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Emiko choked on air.
"You're pathetic," the onyx-haired boy growled, stepping closer the girl, expecting her to instinctively step back, wide-eyed. But she didn't.
Stepping forward to close the shortened gap between the two of them, she rested her forehead against the hollow of his throat, pressing her body lightly against his; the touch was not dominating, or even harsh - unlike most of the "hugs" Sakura had given him to coax him back to his senses.
"And if I die," Emiko spoke, softly, sadly, "Then nothing will matter to me, either."
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
"I understand," she whispered, again, feeling the boy's chest rise and fall against hers, ignoring the pain that suddenly swept her mind, "I understand that you feel you can't open up to anyone, but, Sasuke, I've always been there for you haven't I?" she gritted her tetth, fighting the urge to clutch her head, "And even if I haven't I've tried, I've tried to hard to say close to you..."
"I'm not a Priest," he mumbled, monotone, and Emiko's lips tingled when she felt his voice rumble in his throat. Glancing up, momentarily, the girl asked a quiet, "What?"
He didn't look down at her, "Don't confess to me, Emiko. I don't care."
The sliver-haired girl swallowed, hard.
Can't believe that I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good
"I just don't care," he repeated, his arms suddenly closing around her, pulling her against him more fully. "I don't."
No more words needed to be said.
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
Dreaming wasn't an option.
The warmth of his body - it was almost as though his blood was liquid fire - kept Emiko's mind from wandering into the place between her thoughts and desires. She couldn't, at this moment, imagine the kisses she had dreamt she'd receive from the boy, she couldn't even imagine him whispering those three little, seemingly insignificant words to her hair as she had so many times before. The sorrow, the pain, the regret, and anger seeped so thickly through his skin that the girl honestly could not feel anything, anything other than the being that was Uchiha Sasuke, the true Uchiha Sasuke. Not the pretty face that hid behind coldness and smart-ass remarks.
No, the person she felt at this moment was the boy Emiko had fallen in love with.
And despite the extremes of his emotions, she hadn't died yet, her mind seemed to be taking him rather well. Although, Emiko shuddered, it was painful.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good
Enough, am I good enough?
For you to love me too?
His grip tightened around her petite form.
"Promise me," he choked, as though striving for some kind of physical response from the girl, "Promise me that you'll never forget this."
Slowly the sliver-blond haired girl pulled her arms around the dark-haired boy, titling her head slightly so her mouth and nose were lightly pressed against the left side of Sasuke's throat, so, even if her words were so quiet he couldn't hear them, he'd be able to feel her response.
"I promise you."
So take care what you ask of me
'Cause I can't say no
"I promise you," Emiko repeated, smiling.
Aw!!!! That was so cutteeee! Me: Thank you!
Meh, could have been better, but it's pretty good for a first Naruto fic.
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