OMG I actually wrote something
Title: Don't Look Back
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimers:I own nothing.
Pairing: Naru/Sasu
Note: Unbeta'd, I haven't written anything fandom in a long time. Keep that in mind.
Hate is uncomfortable on his tongue,
After the first time he swallows
Running scared begging for his young life.
It leaves a bitter taste he can't forget.
Silence is a wet stone.
When he wakes up alone it's not the darkness of a still unfamiliar apartment that scares him.
Its the wail working itself from his chest trying to claw up and out.
Teeth grind with the effort, and the room stays quiet.
Affection is disguised as irritataion.
All things blond, pink, and called sensei.
His clan is years buried, and sometimes the food he eats has taste.
Laughter is for children and people like Naruto. Idiots.
The sound bubbles out of the blond, the idiot also snorts and slaps his knee.
He's never knew laughter could be contagious.
Love is a weakness he can't afford.
Fingers ghost past whisker scars, his hand is shaking.
The idiot will never know how weak he makes him.
Pink hair flowing in the wind,
the teammate who needs him less than she knows.
One lazy eye watches him learn to call a thousand birds of lightning,
hoping for redemption.
Anger is all.
It crushes his heart, burns his lungs.
He believed hate was enough.
Again, he wasn't good enough.
Itachi knew all about his pathetic little brother.
Knew how to break more than bones.
Betrayal is his legacy.
Unlike his predecessor there's no blood staining pale skin when he leaves Konoha.
His eyes aren't even red.
Sasuke doesn't look back.
Fandom: Naruto
Disclaimers:I own nothing.
Pairing: Naru/Sasu
Note: Unbeta'd, I haven't written anything fandom in a long time. Keep that in mind.
Hate is uncomfortable on his tongue,
After the first time he swallows
Running scared begging for his young life.
It leaves a bitter taste he can't forget.
Silence is a wet stone.
When he wakes up alone it's not the darkness of a still unfamiliar apartment that scares him.
Its the wail working itself from his chest trying to claw up and out.
Teeth grind with the effort, and the room stays quiet.
Affection is disguised as irritataion.
All things blond, pink, and called sensei.
His clan is years buried, and sometimes the food he eats has taste.
Laughter is for children and people like Naruto. Idiots.
The sound bubbles out of the blond, the idiot also snorts and slaps his knee.
He's never knew laughter could be contagious.
Love is a weakness he can't afford.
Fingers ghost past whisker scars, his hand is shaking.
The idiot will never know how weak he makes him.
Pink hair flowing in the wind,
the teammate who needs him less than she knows.
One lazy eye watches him learn to call a thousand birds of lightning,
hoping for redemption.
Anger is all.
It crushes his heart, burns his lungs.
He believed hate was enough.
Again, he wasn't good enough.
Itachi knew all about his pathetic little brother.
Knew how to break more than bones.
Betrayal is his legacy.
Unlike his predecessor there's no blood staining pale skin when he leaves Konoha.
His eyes aren't even red.
Sasuke doesn't look back.