Dude. I haven't forgotten this fic, I swear. Therefore, it now has three chapters. If you haven't read chapter two, read it. 'Tis squishy and happy- This one's back to the angst. And there are nasty bits. If you hold your mental virginity in high regard, turn back now. If not, or if you don't have any, well, keep reading. Okay, it's not that bad. But eh.
She was crying. Soaked to the skin with rainwater, waiting, outside his home. The first thing he did was drag her inside, towel her off. He gave her dry clothes, dried her tears until he was out of tissues.
He felt awful. Because she wouldn't, couldn't, tell him what was wrong. She could not speak to him. Would not. For her own reasons, and he accepted that.
Not for the first time, he wondered why. Why did she maintain this silence, speaking to no one, not even himself, the one who loved her so utterly, so completely…
She cried silently, once more. And then…
Then, she cried with sobs that racked her body, and she cried aloud. And he had no choice but to hold her soaked form close to him, feeling the freezing water seep into his own pores.
She was beautiful when she cried. Such an awful thought. He shouldn't think she was pretty right now- Finding pleasure in her pain, even the smallest amount, was sick, twisted, wrong…. Wasn't it?
"Sasuke…"
A dry sob was the response he received.
"Sasuke," he said again, wanting to shake her, make her tell him, to scream at her, "How can I fix it!?!?" But he couldn't.
Sasuke was shaking. The look on her face was breaking his heart. So he asked her, quietly, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
She nodded, then shook her head. She looked lost, alone, like a frightened child.
"Okay. You can nod or shake your head. Did someone hurt you?"
She looked startled. Naruto's blood burned- He would kill the bastard, would rip him to pieces- She shook her head.
Thank god. If anyone had hurt her…
"Did… is someone else hurt?"
Sasuke's eyes shone with tears. A nodded head sent a spike of pain to his heart.
"Is this person close to you?" His heart wrenched. This was too cruel to her, wasn't it?
Nod. A sob. She buried her face in his chest. He was crushed.
"Is this person family?" He didn't want to ask this question. He truly didn't. But he had to.
And the nod against his chest.
He stroked her hair, pushed it behind her ear. Her tears were soaking through his shirt. He wanted to hold her closer, if possible, and tell her it would be okay, everything was going to be fine- He couldn't.
He could not lie to her.
"Sasuke. Look at me?" He tilted her chin up, planted a kiss on her lips. "I love you. Please don't cry."
She hiccupped, but the tears stopped.
"Brother?" His nerves tightened. He knew she had an older sibling. Because she wasn't in foster care. He wasn't either, but that was because Iruka had taken him in.
She nodded, startled. He held her tightly, refusing to let go.
"Was it the auto accident that was on the news?"
Her face twisted in agony. Tears budded in her eyes once more.
"I'm sorry. I heard that they all survived- He's going to be alright."
Her eyes looked just a little bit brighter- he lowered his lips to hers again.
"I…"
Moment of truth… moment of truth!
"…. I cried all over you."
It was the most beautiful monotone he had ever heard in his life.
And of course, greedy bastard that he was, that wasn't, couldn't, ever be enough. He wanted to hear her, feel her. Taste, smell, touch… Take.
Like some kind of deranged…
No. Not deranged. Maybe crazy. But, he thought, embracing the cliché, he was crazy with love, emotion.
Okay, hormones.
But, he realized, as their lips met, so was she. And she cared.
As he pushed her down on his couch, unresisting, his heart leapt, and his blood sang.
"Sasuke. I love you. I love you." And the words spilled from his lips again, and again, and again. They would not stop. He wanted to make her know, to prove it.
She cared. And it was enough, for them. Fumbling with clothing, throwing all fear and logic away with undergarments, finding solace in the steady creak of the old couch, the sweat, the friction.
He did not force her, could not. It was cruel to even imagine. They were both pure, until this point. But she was tight around him, and she cried out in mixed pain and pleasure when he entered her. He couldn't help himself from that point on, and he loved her. It was his choice, and it was her choice, and they were showing it on his couch, disregarding that anyone could walk in on this, give note that they were proving their affection. Proving their love with sweat, and virgin blood, and pain- and overriding all else, with pleasure beyond anything else.
And when it all came to a peak, and she cried out, clutched him to her, and he climaxed with a yelled, he realized something that he had probably known all along- She felt like home.
She could be pregnant. She could have contracted some disease- He could have contracted some disease. He was briefly worried for her wellbeing.
Not his own. Never his own. She was far too important, compared to him.
She was beautiful, and she was pure. Despite what had just transpired, she was as clean and white as a dove.
He spared a though- Doves are just white pigeons.
Did it matter? She was snuggled close to him, the proof of his love for this strange girl filling her, slowly dripping… down, down…
He pressed his lips to her forehead, pulled out of her.
"Naruto," She said it so quietly, he nearly missed it. "I love you. Never leave me."
"I wouldn't dare."
Bad Naruto and Sasuke. Underaged, unprotected sex on a couch out in the open.
But still. Awwwwwwww.
That chapter ended up being sappy. And Itachi's not a bad guy. Oh no he isn't.
Not in this fic at least. Ahem. Anyways. I love reviews. If you've stuck with me this long, you know that. And I'll psoradically update this one- Akiru chan and I are working really hard on Smudging Ink (Check it out if you haven't, under my name here, her's on so I'll sneak in updates whenever I can.