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I want you

Sasuke Pov

It's a cold evening and I'm feeling pretty loney. My phone seems to be taunting me. I want to call you, I really do, but I'm probably the last person you would to talk to right now.

The fireplace is giving of some good heat but not as warm as your smile. The flames are pretty bright but your blue eyes shine brighter.

My lips are clinging to a cup of dark coffee, thinking about what I have done to you, thinking of how I hurt you.

I'm here with her...but honestly I would rather be with you, breathing in the warmth of your neck, being burnt by the desire in your eyes, and absorbing the gentleness of your lips on mine.

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Naruto Pov

I loved you...but I was joke to you. You hurt me deeply. And yet a day doesn't go by where I don't think of calling you, so many unsent messages...

I wake up and no longer do I feel your strong arms around my waist, making me feel so protected. No longer can I gaze into your eyes the most beautiful part of your body, I always got lost in them and I never wanted to get out. More often than not I sleep in the guest room ours just has too many memories I'm not ready to face, not easy to deal with.

I wanna hate you, beat you and scream at you but I can't I still love you. I see you with her and it hurts...its hurts sooo much but I can't stop loving you. I'm trying I really am...

Me? or Him?

Everything was moving in slow motion, all the noise from outside seemed to get lost in the wind. I was losing myself, I was losing control. I didn't want to lose control, not again, not after last time. I can still remember. It haunts me.

I could feel him losing control, losing himself. Soon I would be in charge again. I could feel him losing his grip on reality. His strength was fading. I can still remember the first time I was in charge. It was wonderful, but the last time was better. What he didn't understand was that I had to be in control, I was and still am protecting him.

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I had lost control of myself again. When I woke up I was surrounded by faces of disgust, horror and fear. I had no idea what happened but judging from the faces I could see it was something awful. The headmaster was approaching me and his face was the one I could not bare to look at. In his eyes I could see the disappointment and anger. His usually calm sky blue eyes looked like a raging storm.

"What have you done?!" the headmaster had bellowed, but there was also an undertone of concern. Soon all eyes had turned to observe the conversation. Only then did I notice grief in some of the eyes. Only then did i notice that the headmaster stood over a lifeless body on the playground. Only then did I realise what had happened. Only then did I see the gravity of the situation.

"What have you done?" this time I noticed the headmaster had fear in his eyes as well, and that hurt more than anything else. Never had the headmaster ever looked at me with fear but I could not really blame him, it was different this time. If I was him I would react the exact same way.

"I don't know." It was barely a whisper but I knew he heard me, I knew they all heard me. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't believe me. I wouldn't be surprised if they locked me up in solitary confinement. They were scared and people like to get rid of things that scared them, why should I be any different?

"It happened again." It was more of a statement than a question but he answered any way, with a small inclination of the head. I hung my head not in shame as most believed but in disappointment.

"I'm so sorry" and he hugged me. I knew why he had apologised. I knew what was to come after he let go of me.

"I know." I never hugged him back because I knew it would be difficult for me to let go. I knew I had to say more. I knew I should have done something but I never did. I remained there waiting for the inevitable to happen.

When it did happen I felt nothing because I knew this had to happen. I knew it was for the best. I knew there was no other way.