Touch
Summary: There is no barrier for the physical world and she can't keep him out of her life any longer. sasusaku
AN: Ok, so this is experimental. (I know what you're thinking: go update your other stories first!) I'm erratic like this. I've written a few chapters and see how it goes. I may or may not continue depending on the response.
It starts out gloomy but I think it'll only last for the first few chapters.
Inspirations include: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe, a dream, Persephone, and Don't Cry Out by the amazing rawful butter aka Katie Louise
Prologue: Brush
I watch you from afar
Always from afar
Conspicuous yet subtle
And all too fragile
Always looking, never touching
Always looking, never touching
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Her hair is pink. And everybody notices.
She is beautiful and graceful and lonely. And he sees her as she walks through the halls, as she passes him by the street, as she saunters with her head down, pink locks cascading over her face.
"Teme," a blonde friend's voice cuts through the silence, "what are you looking at?"
Raven hair sways as the boy with the onyx gaze turns his head in recognition. "Nothing."
The blonde one sighs and plays with his food. "It's her again, isn't it?"
He doesn't reply; a vague side glance is the only thing that says that he's guilty. "Give it up, Sasuke. It's pointless, " another boy with an air of idleness speaks, arms extending over the table as he stretches in place.
"You think so." It is not a question, merely a statement. He sits still. "You…think so."
Blue eyes meet brown and they share a look.
CRASH.
All eyes look to a man, apologizing to a pale girl on the floor, asking if he can help her. She shakes her head. No. He looks concerned so he reaches for her shoulder, meaning to hoist her up.
All eyes turn from the hustle bustle of lunch break to an interesting scene.
At the contact, she winces, as if in pain. Tears run to the corners of her eyes and she looks at the man, pleading, refusing. He releases her and looks confused.
She shakes her head once again, and then she slowly stands up as she gathers her things. As she faces him once again, she bows in gratitude, but her eyes remain dark.
Sasuke is at the edge of his seat, willing to stand up anytime. But no one else does, no one else will help. Then Naruto placates him and Shikamaru shakes his head. He looks at them in abhorrence but he stays in place.
She walks to a table at the far end of the cafeteria. She sits alone. She is always alone.
Her clothes are the only things around her. They protect her from touch.
Because it burns and it hurts and it makes her want to cry.
One last longing gaze and he turns back to his food.
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Her face was not meant to be hidden
Her eyes never meant to be blurred
Her skin shouldn't have been so pale
Her stride was not meant to be slow
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It is an accident.
He punches his locker in sheer frustration. His defective locker is keeping him from going to class on time. He kicks it, relieving the stress of having to walk in late as he enters class. And then, miraculously, it opens and he reaches for his books and almost crams them into his bag. He shuts it with a bang as he walks fast to his next class. He never runs. He doesn't need to. He will be forgiven.
Because he is Uchiha Sasuke and he is intelligent and handsome. He is everybody's pride. He can kill and little will change.
He walks fast, he walks faster. He reaches for a mint in his pocket as he turns his attention from the hall to his fruitless search.
He is walking too fast. And a feather-light touch grazes his shoulder.
He looks to his left and he sees her as she looks at him wide-eyed and he notices yet again that her eyes are so green and her lips are so pink. She curls her arms closer to her body as she looks away from him and continues walking then she runs.
He stops and looks at her retreating back. He convinces himself that it is real. It is their first contact. Shoulder to shoulder. Eye to eye.
It is vague and soft and fleeting. But it is their first contact.
It is an accident. It is just a brush. But it is still a touch.
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I watch you from afar
I watch you from close by
Conspicuous yet subtle
And all too fragile
Always looking, with memories of an ephemeral touch
A lasting ephemeral touch
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AN: reviews are enthusiastically encouraged! thank you for reading and i hope you liked it...