.zero.

(& close your eyes, love; this is what they call the end)

A slide of hot skin against another's, pale bodies shifting and blurring into each other. Sakura's light moans and Sasuke's restrained gasps fill the room, and Sakura's vision is filled with a heated image of Sasuke's face. Their upper bodies are both bared, clothes thrown haphazardly to the floor.

"Wait," Sakura gasps out, a painful sound in their wordless communication. Sasuke freezes at her request, and she slips off the bed, locking herself into his attached bathroom. She misses the brief look of hurt and confusion in his eyes; she's too caught up in her own doubts.

(what if he sees what if daddy finds out what if he's mad what if -)

She grips the doorknob for support, pressing her forehead against the cool wood as an anchor. She's surprised that the sobs never come.

With shaking hands, she digs out a small paper packet from her back pocket, dumping the innocuous white powder into a jagged line on the pristine countertop.

She prefers smoking over anything, prefers the heady feel of fumes filling her body and giving her substance. She even likes the sharpness of shooting it directly into her veins; but she doesn't have a syringe, or her pipe, so she bends over, plugs one nostril, and breathes.

The ice tickles as it flows to her lungs, but she squeezes her eyes and nose shut so she doesn't sneeze - its much too precious for that.

A faint feeling of confidence and joy fills her, but it only makes her shake harder.

(its not working -!)

She scrambles to pull out her second pack, almost ripping the precious paper in her haste. She hurriedly snorts the dust - what an ugly word - and reels back, her head spinning. A giddy smile breaks out on her face, because this is the best high she's ever had. She starts to scrabble at her buckle futilely - they're just much too hot. Her nails threaten to splinter (just like the rest of you), and finally she simply yanks them off her hips, leaving angry red rug burns behind. Her panties go with them, and she stumbles out of the bathroom.

Sasuke is sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees and his hands clasped contemplatively. A line of tension fills his entire body as he waits, and she knows he's been winding himself tighter and tighter while she's been gone.

Silly boy, she thinks, as she collapses next to him, folding her hands on his shoulder and kissing his temple. He stiffens further before abruptly relaxing, turning slightly to kiss her properly.

She doesn't know how she ends up on her back, Sasuke hovering over her, but she doesn't really care. She just whines and whimpers - unable to form words - as she attempts to unclasp his jeans. He pauses from kissing her neck to unzip the stupid pants and kick them off behind him - more of his pearly skin fills her vision, and she feels unexplainably dizzy. She shuts her eyes against the haze, shuddering as he toys with her nipple experimentally - she wonders if he's a virgin.

She tries to giggle at the thought, and realizes she can't make any sound. She opens her eyes, but her visions gone blurry - Sasuke's face looks like its been painted in watercolor, all foggy and murky.

"Sakura…?" He says her name, but she can barely hear him - it feels like she's underwater, suffocating. But she's still happy as her vision goes dark, and her mind goes numb.

Just a little nap, is her last though, wondrously free of any influence but her own.

She doesn't wake up.

The end, my dearest readers! Did you like it? ^-^
But hey, dont give up on me yet - a sequel is in the works! :O
Until next time, my darlings!

- Kol Cadence Clandestine