DARK ENGLISH

You know, Sasuke?

- How do you feel, Sasuke? - I ask smiling so burlesque, you are still in the same position for over half an hour. Stay there, twelve feet away from the rock where I sit.

As expected, did not tell me nothing, not even those "Hn" letting go when we were a genin team. And to be honest, the odd, the same way I miss your insults, your looks, your friend's heat coming through my clothes and my skin when we trained until dawn to prove who among them was the strongest. Both at home and in my department. If Sasuke, know you know that I miss you every moment, but would not be here, and if you do not miss would not have wasted all these years trying to recover. Training to death to make me strong and overdo. Do not you think so? I express my thoughts aloud, the more you go back to ignoring me. I think I should get used to the silence on your part.

Let out a playful giggle to see that both have lost all this time too ...

- Sakura-chan I hope that watching us from up there - tell her face slightly downhill, I hit the front at the memory because I imagine your face with the slightest gesture of surprise -. You do not know! - I exclaim, raising his face, I can feel the dampness of tears, I sprinkle a few cheeks. Before coming here, an idiot of Akatsuki, Pein if I remember attacking Konoha ... Y ... - audibly swallow saliva to prevent more tears still be bobbing my skin, salt substance that burns me like you have no idea. Sakura-chan died in their hands trying to protect my whereabouts ...

Callus, I can not help more, the trembling of my body is so strong that I affirm the ends of the rock to hurt me and feel less pain. Now, I know what it's like losing your family, do not get me wrong, you're part of my family, but were dead. That is the small difference, but now, rather than find and train, I can not retrieve Sakura-chan ... and it hurts, and I understand you, and I have an overwhelming desire to scream and break everything it my way to drop all the pain that comes over me. The burning through me every time I imagine his hair pink rocking with the wind, or when I visualize his fist to my face turning force is something indescribable, and well, you know I never paid much attention to emotions, but ...

You know how terrible it feels to say something stupid and that there will be no pegandote fist in your face?

Do you know how painful it is to feel that chip in your heart every time you approach the bridge where we used to get together?

Do you know how distressing it is that Sai ask me what to do when he begins to mourn for Sakura-chan and points to his heart?

You know how hard it is to answer that is pain?

And thanks to the death of his teammate, he has pinned to feel?

You know this would not have happened if you had been thinking that you were not alone? What you had us us?

Do you know anything, Sasuke?

- What I feel is even worse when Kyuubi chakra sneaks by my ...

Again I look into your eyes, you in no time you have taken yours off. Memories of Sakura-chan is still there, banging, but managed to overcome and a smile.

- You know, never said much but I like your look Sasuke. I mean, I always have liked to hide my emotions so perfect that way.

Yes, perfect.

That is the best word that defines you. Because you're a perfectly macabre, which I followed up here. At that I gave my life since we met at the academy. Dare I say, you're the only person who has been to the depths of my soul.

If Sasuke, if you ask me in a few minutes I can admit I'm obsessed with you, I'm obsessed with follow you, improve yourself, have you by my side ... At that point I could not have refused the eagle messenger you sent me when I was about get my workout, and look, here are the two. As always happened since you left. Even the memory of when I saw this done with a tremendous clarity in my mind ...

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The wind whips my face hard, perhaps due to the inhuman speed at which I hopped from branch to branch. I do not know and do not mind, the sight of you Sasuke, that you've sent me a letter with the words "We need to talk urgently dobe. Meet me at the place where they killed Itachi ... "makes me acquire superior skills, which in my daily life would never use, but as always, you are my inner strength.

A smile of triumph to see the ruins of which hosted last hearing from you. Now, I run into the open jumping some debris. Elusive what once looked like a gigantic wall and widens my smile and my heart fills with joy unspeakable, so much so that for a moment that feeling that crushes my chest I can not breathe, There, in the midst of all you are, wrapped in a magnificent gray silhouette darkens the moon is hidden behind the clouds. As I approach I see in more detail, you stand in solemn form, displaying for each of your pores that damned arrogant of you, one hand resting on a plaintiff in your hip. Funnily I think if anyone saw you, scream at being so damn sexy.

Well, do not deny that you are, but no way I would scream ... Not that he was insane.

- Sasuke!

I know it was not necessary, which I had seen, and could swear he smiled at me, with your arrogant and conceited way of course, but a smile is a smile.

The anxiety is so over me, again I feel the lack of air. I come to think that someday I'll die just to see you.

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- I think it's time to return to Konoha, Sasuke - casually commented as I jump up the rock, slowly start to walk towards where you are. Yet, you still move -. The few people left alive, happy to be waiting for your arrival ...

I go up to within a few feet from your face. And without help, I begin to mourn, and Sasuke cry, you cry all the things you always wanted to tell you.

- You know how different everything would have been if you had accepted my help, you idiot? "I questioned opening his arms and bending down to be level of your eyes. I do nothing to wipe the tears that sting again my face again, I squeeze my fists until I bled achievement palms, just want to cause as much pain as possible until the idiot Kyuubi begins to heal. Why did you have to be so fucking not to accept help! Look at you! Look at you, Sasuke! Is this what you wanted to become?

Sob, sob with sorrow that I see so much disgust, I pity because I can not help it. Damn, look at Sasuke, Sasuke look at me ... this has led you in the path of hatred, of revenge against Itachi stupid. If you still do not know fully what happened there, you owe me those details, but I really want to know them. Does not interest me that was what made you send that eagle and find us.

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The silence between us so much that I begin to feel that tingle of paranoia, and a part of me, surely the rational whispers to me to flee, not to see you back in my life. But I can, I'm there, watching your face hidden by that pesky bangs. For the first time I do not know what to say.

"Forgive me ... she murmured, so low that for a moment think this is a wind noise.

You raise your face and, as if I were a wimpy kid step back a few steps. Understand that this way I see tears the soul and I do not react as the impulsive person usually being provided.

These crying.

Sasuke ...

A long road running through your white cheeks, making them see more pale than usual, my heart to see you well, because more than unusual to see Sasuke Uchiha mourn, the feelings, negative feelings that I see in your tears and your eyes crushes my heart.

"You were right, Usuratonkachi ...

You approach me with a slowness that hurts, I'm still shocked a million questions stuck in my throat, each believing himself more important than the other tries to fight for the let out. I do not move even one inch forward to your reaction.

My eyes widen immeasurably to feel your hands close against my shoulders. But what makes me mourn put on your chest to match the gesture are the emotions I feel about you. The anguish, pain, despair, repentance, each one makes me shudder and I snuggle deeper into your warm bare chest. My arms are closed more and more, making our bodies come together.

- Why, Sasuke?

In my hair feel like your tears fall, each as a deadly needle penetrates my soul.

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Yet, after half an hour of what I do not know what on earth led you to this. Neither the embrace, or your letter, or anything ...

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"I love you, dobe.

We remain in that embrace sentimental for a long time, whisper words I refuse to believe me, I do not want to be true. I try to ignore with all my heart because I no longer suffer for you. Unexpectedly you separate, tears are no longer in your face and your face has returned to his usual self, except for one huge difference:

These smiling.

And you look happy, and I'm happy.

- Do not follow me, Naruto.

I do not understand, I'm about to complain and even forbid you dare leave this place, but I fail to respond.

- NO!

You, you just stick the sword in your heart you used to wear. Your hot blood spurting and much of it splashed on my face ...

And your smile, distorted, is still there.

And my heart stops because you feel you want to die ...

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- You are a bastard! You do not even deign to wait with you! "Do not you know what I would have liked having followed you to hell ...

Do not you understand? I did not want that to happen, I wanted to take you to Konoha but not this way, with a lifeless body in my arms.

So much I hated to take the blame for not having saved?

- You know Sasuke, you have condemned me. You have to look doomed for life to the cause of your death - commented as beginning to walk with your body cool in my back, one of your black bangs caressed my ear constantly. Sigh, still mourn -. Why not me, it was not Itachi, and I will not kick the soul until the unfortunate bastard who did this.

All I have is a worn track as the yellow slip of paper you gave me before he died, half of that embrace. A slip of paper that has the name of one Madara.

My quarry.

You know what it feels like to order the person you love the dark?

I know because I have done with you.