"All That Never Was" SasuSaku drabble
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 9:48 pm
"All That Never Was"
A cherry blossom floated to the ground at his feet.
He hated cherry blossoms.
He hated their pink petals and their closed buds. He hated the way they would open around him, displaying their beauty, asking him to stop and admire them just this once.
But what he hated all the more was when other men stopped to touch them.
?Stop looking at the flowers!? He shouted in a harsh voice, tired from a long day of training. Truth be told, he would have liked to collapse and stare at nature himself.
But not at cherry blossoms.
?Calm down Sasuke-kun.? The soothing voice irritated. ?I don?t know why you hate this spot so much, it is excellent terrain.? And the place was perfect for training. A deep lake to practice holding your breath and battle underwater, high grass for concealment, a steep slope that lead to a cliff that oversaw it all, trees a-plenty ? it was tactically brilliant.
And yet he hated it. His heart skittered when he was there: if a blossom fell onto the water he winced, if one of his weapons nicked a tree he swore.
And if he looked at his reflection in the lake, he saw her.
So he kicked the water, avoided the trees, and never, ever looked at himself. He could stand the pain from wounds and the humiliation of still not being powerful enough, but the sad face that lurked behind his eyelids, the pleading voice that begged for happiness he could never face.
And so he hated cherry blossoms, and all that never was.
A cherry blossom floated to the ground at his feet.
He hated cherry blossoms.
He hated their pink petals and their closed buds. He hated the way they would open around him, displaying their beauty, asking him to stop and admire them just this once.
But what he hated all the more was when other men stopped to touch them.
?Stop looking at the flowers!? He shouted in a harsh voice, tired from a long day of training. Truth be told, he would have liked to collapse and stare at nature himself.
But not at cherry blossoms.
?Calm down Sasuke-kun.? The soothing voice irritated. ?I don?t know why you hate this spot so much, it is excellent terrain.? And the place was perfect for training. A deep lake to practice holding your breath and battle underwater, high grass for concealment, a steep slope that lead to a cliff that oversaw it all, trees a-plenty ? it was tactically brilliant.
And yet he hated it. His heart skittered when he was there: if a blossom fell onto the water he winced, if one of his weapons nicked a tree he swore.
And if he looked at his reflection in the lake, he saw her.
So he kicked the water, avoided the trees, and never, ever looked at himself. He could stand the pain from wounds and the humiliation of still not being powerful enough, but the sad face that lurked behind his eyelids, the pleading voice that begged for happiness he could never face.
And so he hated cherry blossoms, and all that never was.