Untitled Drabble #1
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 8:23 pm
Blood. Blood, on his face, staining him. On his hands, chest, feet, everywhere. Why couldn't he breathe? Something heavy was on him, noises, screaming, crying. Where were they? Enemies? Noise, so much, like everything had started at once. Pain, pain like lightening: searing, burning, cleansing. What was this weight? Sasuke opened one eye, caked in blood. Pink. Pink on him. Girl. Smell, noise.
Sakura, crying over him again. Yes. That's why there was noise.
"Sakura," he tried to say, but nothing came out. He had to tell her to move, she was heavy and cold.
Cold? Sakura was not cold, she was warm, human.
But she was cold.
He tried to move, but he could not. He shifted his left hand, but was tied down.
What had happened? Why was she cold? Why was there noise?
'She's dead.' A nasty little voice chuckled, rocking back and forth inside his head. 'She's dead, and it's entirely your fault. She died for you, you know. She always dies and cries for you. Always you, you do it every time. You kill her so much. And now you've killed her dead.'
"Sakura!" Again, nothing. Smell: old blood. Noise: many people crying, pleading. Confused. Tied down, chaffed skin. Girl on him: cold.
Had he killed her? Was he dead? Where was Naruto? Kakashi? Where the hell was everyone?
'Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, you killed her dead!'
His family was there, Sakura as well. His brother stood over them, but this time Sasuke could see his face clearly. He wasn't smiling, like he always was. He was sombre, staring at Sasuke with an odd intensity.
"Why did you kill them, brother?"
'Dead, dead, dead, she's dead, dead, dead, dead!'
?I-I didn?t!?
?You killed them all. You killed her. You went mad, little brother. You killed your closest, and yet you remain weak. You killed her.?
Deeeeead!?
?Sakura-chan!?
As he did every night, Sasuke cried out in his sleep, and awoke in a cold sweat.
One day, he would tell Sakura of his dreams, and call her with that honorific.
Until then, he would just make sure - and keep her safe.
~~~
I'm trying to put all my drabbles up on ff.net etc, but I can't seem to think of titles and summaries for some of them. This is one of them. I don't really like it, but hey
Maybe someone else will.
Sakura, crying over him again. Yes. That's why there was noise.
"Sakura," he tried to say, but nothing came out. He had to tell her to move, she was heavy and cold.
Cold? Sakura was not cold, she was warm, human.
But she was cold.
He tried to move, but he could not. He shifted his left hand, but was tied down.
What had happened? Why was she cold? Why was there noise?
'She's dead.' A nasty little voice chuckled, rocking back and forth inside his head. 'She's dead, and it's entirely your fault. She died for you, you know. She always dies and cries for you. Always you, you do it every time. You kill her so much. And now you've killed her dead.'
"Sakura!" Again, nothing. Smell: old blood. Noise: many people crying, pleading. Confused. Tied down, chaffed skin. Girl on him: cold.
Had he killed her? Was he dead? Where was Naruto? Kakashi? Where the hell was everyone?
'Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, you killed her dead!'
His family was there, Sakura as well. His brother stood over them, but this time Sasuke could see his face clearly. He wasn't smiling, like he always was. He was sombre, staring at Sasuke with an odd intensity.
"Why did you kill them, brother?"
'Dead, dead, dead, she's dead, dead, dead, dead!'
?I-I didn?t!?
?You killed them all. You killed her. You went mad, little brother. You killed your closest, and yet you remain weak. You killed her.?
Deeeeead!?
?Sakura-chan!?
As he did every night, Sasuke cried out in his sleep, and awoke in a cold sweat.
One day, he would tell Sakura of his dreams, and call her with that honorific.
Until then, he would just make sure - and keep her safe.
~~~
I'm trying to put all my drabbles up on ff.net etc, but I can't seem to think of titles and summaries for some of them. This is one of them. I don't really like it, but hey
Maybe someone else will.