With Broken Drabbles
Okay. So... I'm in a really crappy mood now. I think... I think watching Naru and Sasu-chan argue over AIM was the last straw for me or something, because I started crying shortly after and could not stop. Which is why I left from the MSN convo suddenly. And FOR ONE FRIKKIN HOUR I cried. And that always sucks.
So, here we are, the results of my random angsting.
And because I couldn't freaking deal with any more sadness, it's a happy ending. Sort of.
Ergh. I hate arguments. ;_____;
Title: Love
Word Count: 966
Prompt: Comfort
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 27/???
It was an aftereffect of Orochimaru’s experiments. His immune system had dropped considerably and Sasuke found himself sick often. Like all the time. But being the proud asshole that he was, he would never take himself to the hospital to be checked up on. Never. Even though he knew that a simple cold at this point could kill him. Tsunade said that his immune system would build itself back up on its own, but he had to start taking care of himself first.
But he wasn’t.
So, Neji was told to check up on the Uchiha regularly to make sure that he had not killed himself yet.
Sasuke hated it. He hated it with a fiery passion. Whenever the Hyuuga would drop in, everyday at noon, he would try his hardest to land him in the hospital so that he would leave him the fuck alone! Except, the Hyuuga was always expecting it and always easily dodged it. He would do a look over with his Byakugan (all the while, ignoring Sasuke’s curses toward him), and if he found any irregularity, he would contact Sakura or Hinata or even Tsunade to come check it out.
Then, one day, Neji mentioned offhandedly that he would be on a three day mission and therefore would not be able to check on him during that time. “You better take care of yourself, Uchiha,” he said, in a hard voice, “if I come back to find you dead, you’ll regret it.”
“Fuck you, Hyuuga,” he spat back out.
Then he was gone.
True to his word, Neji did not show up the next day when he got a headache around dinner time. Or the next day when he realized after lunch that his vision was blurred and that he couldn’t walk in a straight line anymore. Or the next day when Sasuke woke up choking on his own vomit before awkwardly turning over to empty his stomach next to his futon.
He knew by this time that he should go see Tsunade or Sakura. But he couldn’t. He could barely stand up straight, let alone make it to one of them, and he knew by this time that he was in trouble. It was a problem. A big one.
Then his stomach jerked again, and instead of just throwing up on his floor, he tried to stumble to the bathroom. Clumsily, he made it just before he puked anything and everything he had ever eaten into the toilet. He was shaking now. His body would not listen to him. And he was sweating all over with his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Picking himself off the floor, he slinked out of the bathroom slowly and carefully began to make his way back to his futon. All he had to do was wait for that damn Hyuuga to return and then-
Then his vision grayed, his foot caught on something, and he found himself falling. His head banged against something before he smashed into the ground. It had been the end table, and his forehead had caught the edge of it. Now, there was blood, and his vision was swimming again, and he could not see a damn thing straight.
He turned over to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. Just white. Plain white. Like Neji’s eyes… All he had to do was wait for Hyuuga to show up. He would not die here. He would not die like this…
Except, time was ticking by and noon came and went and Neji still had not shown up.
Three day mission, Sasuke repeated in his mind. A mission that lasts three days. Not a mission that ends on the third day.
He was going to die here then, he realized with a bitter laugh. Of all the damn ways to die…
And still, the time ticked on. He passed out at some point, and when he next opened his eyes, it was dark out. He was still lying on the floor… but he still could not bring the strength forth to move. It was worse now. His head was splitting and his stomach clenched and twisted in on itself over and over again. Sasuke found himself dry gagging, bringing nothing up but vomit-flavored saliva, which he just spat out into a gruesome puddle by his head.
It was nearing midnight, and then he heard the soft sound of feet walking toward him. He must have been hallucinating, though, because nobody visited him anymore. Nobody. Except…
“What the hell have you done to yourself this time, Sasuke?” came a soft voice over his head.
Strong arms were working themselves under him and he was being lifted off of the ground. Then he was staring into bright white eyes. He stared into them for what felt like hours; even when they entered white halls and white rooms, Sasuke never let his gaze leave Neji’s eyes.
He was being settled into a bed next, and people were surrounding him, but he still kept Neji’s gaze. He could not let him go. And he didn’t. It took him a moment after it was just the two of them to realize that he had an iron grip on Neji’s yukata. It was because of that the Hyuuga had yet to leave, he realized. He did not let go, though, instead, he held on tighter, worried that Neji would ask him to let go.
So, he spoke first.
“’Sorry,” he choked out, but his voice was scratchy and sounded unused.
Neji just shook his head. “It’s alright. You weren’t dead.” Then he was pulling up a nearby chair to the bedside and settling in as though he expected to stay awhile. Even so, Sasuke did not let go. And he didn’t all through the night.
So, here we are, the results of my random angsting.
And because I couldn't freaking deal with any more sadness, it's a happy ending. Sort of.
Ergh. I hate arguments. ;_____;
Title: Love
Word Count: 966
Prompt: Comfort
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 27/???
It was an aftereffect of Orochimaru’s experiments. His immune system had dropped considerably and Sasuke found himself sick often. Like all the time. But being the proud asshole that he was, he would never take himself to the hospital to be checked up on. Never. Even though he knew that a simple cold at this point could kill him. Tsunade said that his immune system would build itself back up on its own, but he had to start taking care of himself first.
But he wasn’t.
So, Neji was told to check up on the Uchiha regularly to make sure that he had not killed himself yet.
Sasuke hated it. He hated it with a fiery passion. Whenever the Hyuuga would drop in, everyday at noon, he would try his hardest to land him in the hospital so that he would leave him the fuck alone! Except, the Hyuuga was always expecting it and always easily dodged it. He would do a look over with his Byakugan (all the while, ignoring Sasuke’s curses toward him), and if he found any irregularity, he would contact Sakura or Hinata or even Tsunade to come check it out.
Then, one day, Neji mentioned offhandedly that he would be on a three day mission and therefore would not be able to check on him during that time. “You better take care of yourself, Uchiha,” he said, in a hard voice, “if I come back to find you dead, you’ll regret it.”
“Fuck you, Hyuuga,” he spat back out.
Then he was gone.
True to his word, Neji did not show up the next day when he got a headache around dinner time. Or the next day when he realized after lunch that his vision was blurred and that he couldn’t walk in a straight line anymore. Or the next day when Sasuke woke up choking on his own vomit before awkwardly turning over to empty his stomach next to his futon.
He knew by this time that he should go see Tsunade or Sakura. But he couldn’t. He could barely stand up straight, let alone make it to one of them, and he knew by this time that he was in trouble. It was a problem. A big one.
Then his stomach jerked again, and instead of just throwing up on his floor, he tried to stumble to the bathroom. Clumsily, he made it just before he puked anything and everything he had ever eaten into the toilet. He was shaking now. His body would not listen to him. And he was sweating all over with his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Picking himself off the floor, he slinked out of the bathroom slowly and carefully began to make his way back to his futon. All he had to do was wait for that damn Hyuuga to return and then-
Then his vision grayed, his foot caught on something, and he found himself falling. His head banged against something before he smashed into the ground. It had been the end table, and his forehead had caught the edge of it. Now, there was blood, and his vision was swimming again, and he could not see a damn thing straight.
He turned over to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. Just white. Plain white. Like Neji’s eyes… All he had to do was wait for Hyuuga to show up. He would not die here. He would not die like this…
Except, time was ticking by and noon came and went and Neji still had not shown up.
Three day mission, Sasuke repeated in his mind. A mission that lasts three days. Not a mission that ends on the third day.
He was going to die here then, he realized with a bitter laugh. Of all the damn ways to die…
And still, the time ticked on. He passed out at some point, and when he next opened his eyes, it was dark out. He was still lying on the floor… but he still could not bring the strength forth to move. It was worse now. His head was splitting and his stomach clenched and twisted in on itself over and over again. Sasuke found himself dry gagging, bringing nothing up but vomit-flavored saliva, which he just spat out into a gruesome puddle by his head.
It was nearing midnight, and then he heard the soft sound of feet walking toward him. He must have been hallucinating, though, because nobody visited him anymore. Nobody. Except…
“What the hell have you done to yourself this time, Sasuke?” came a soft voice over his head.
Strong arms were working themselves under him and he was being lifted off of the ground. Then he was staring into bright white eyes. He stared into them for what felt like hours; even when they entered white halls and white rooms, Sasuke never let his gaze leave Neji’s eyes.
He was being settled into a bed next, and people were surrounding him, but he still kept Neji’s gaze. He could not let him go. And he didn’t. It took him a moment after it was just the two of them to realize that he had an iron grip on Neji’s yukata. It was because of that the Hyuuga had yet to leave, he realized. He did not let go, though, instead, he held on tighter, worried that Neji would ask him to let go.
So, he spoke first.
“’Sorry,” he choked out, but his voice was scratchy and sounded unused.
Neji just shook his head. “It’s alright. You weren’t dead.” Then he was pulling up a nearby chair to the bedside and settling in as though he expected to stay awhile. Even so, Sasuke did not let go. And he didn’t all through the night.