we are life.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Haruno Sakura
Prompt: songs, 007. we are life by emarosa & 026. sensuality
Word Count: 755
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: This is slightly AU. It's a bit different in the sense that the pairing here isn't exactly specified. Any person you think would fit with Sakura would be alright here - anything goes, basically. Slightly sociopathic!Sakura.
Notes: Written for mission_insane & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here. This fic was inspired by We Are Life by Emarosa, with some lyrics taken from the song.
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soft hands that would ruin lives, and eyes that would burn.
She flashes her brightest, most brilliant smile his way; he falters a bit in his work, but the moment he turns back, she is gone, a whisper of the wind. “Haruno Sakura?” his teammate whispers, a low whistle escaping alongside. “Nicee. How’d you land her?”
He only offers a weak smirk back, a meagre reply to what they expect. What is he to say?
He does not have the answer either.
soft voice, soft voice, that whispers lies.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she coaxes with a relaxed sigh. “I love you.”
The contented, soft smile aglow on her face is enough to convince him of moons that are green, and so he believes.
Because he is powerless, and so, so desperately, hopelessly, in love.
(-and I’ll lie to you once)
x x x
“Don’t worry,” she reassures with a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be home before you know it - you know how these missions are, not a big deal at all.”
“But Tsunade said-”
“Shhh,” she cuts him off with a finger to his lips, her other fingers crawling to unmentionable depths. “What say we not fret and just enjoy...?”
With her hands working their magic around his most vulnerable points, it is not within his power to say no. He ponders idly as she leads him to the heights that he has never known before her, if the word 'no' still exists in his vocabulary. In actuality, he could care less now.
He has her.
What else does he need?
(-and I’ll lie to you twice)
x x x
“Sakura?” the anonymous man blinks back blankly. “Yeah. I think she got back yesterday.”
“Heard she got deployed again though,” a lazy voice nearby drawls on casually. “Everyone just wants a piece of her these days.”
The former laughs back heartily at this comment. “These days? When isn’t she so in demand? Oh, I remember the days when-”
He cuts himself off abruptly when he realizes who is still standing, stricken, at the table.
“Sorry, man,” he finishes, the tone of finality coupled with a complete detachment. “Not too sure where she is.”
He is sorry too, for reasons is he beginning to fathom, but cannot yet grip.
(-and I’ll lie to you thrice)
x x x
Slowly, but surely, she is like a river draining into the infinite ocean. The river she occupies now (he), is simply a stepping stone in her voyage, her journey towards something only she knows. He wishes so fervently that he can become her ocean, but he knows reality is so shallow, so unattainable.
And so he watches, helpless and solemnly as she washes out of his life.
(-and I’ll lie to you no more)
did you count, how many times the words left my mouth?
I’m sorry.
I love you.
Forgive me?
Kisses.
Words that have been said on repeat, stuck at an infinite loop. He accepts these words, but with every replay, becomes ever more meaningless. When the day reaches that he can no longer accept empty lies, he dreams, hopes and wishes he could invent for her synonymous words that have not yet been worn out. He does not want to lose her-
But with nothing else to cling onto,
His fingers slip through, like the smooth caress of silk.
i don’t want to see it anymore, but i don’t want to be played a fool.
Lost.
She flows on in her life, a movement of smooth water transitioning from one to another. Her element, so lovely, so transparent in its form is impossible to delay, impossible to cling on to. She has already found her new home, an ocean large enough to encompass her for however long it manages - and she smiles, the brilliant tilt she once wore for him.
But he has stopped, lost and unwanted, in the flow of her nature. What good is a river without its water, its livelihood and flow? He wanders, from state to state in his empty form, the core of his being struck from within him. Too dependent, too heartbroken, and too, way too in love.
But it cannot be helped, as that is the way nature has plotted it out to be.
As she continues to strive, he will wander, crumbled and lost.
Characters: Haruno Sakura
Prompt: songs, 007. we are life by emarosa & 026. sensuality
Word Count: 755
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: This is slightly AU. It's a bit different in the sense that the pairing here isn't exactly specified. Any person you think would fit with Sakura would be alright here - anything goes, basically. Slightly sociopathic!Sakura.
Notes: Written for mission_insane & lover100 . Prompt tables are here & here. This fic was inspired by We Are Life by Emarosa, with some lyrics taken from the song.
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soft hands that would ruin lives, and eyes that would burn.
She flashes her brightest, most brilliant smile his way; he falters a bit in his work, but the moment he turns back, she is gone, a whisper of the wind. “Haruno Sakura?” his teammate whispers, a low whistle escaping alongside. “Nicee. How’d you land her?”
He only offers a weak smirk back, a meagre reply to what they expect. What is he to say?
He does not have the answer either.
soft voice, soft voice, that whispers lies.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she coaxes with a relaxed sigh. “I love you.”
The contented, soft smile aglow on her face is enough to convince him of moons that are green, and so he believes.
Because he is powerless, and so, so desperately, hopelessly, in love.
(-and I’ll lie to you once)
x x x
“Don’t worry,” she reassures with a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be home before you know it - you know how these missions are, not a big deal at all.”
“But Tsunade said-”
“Shhh,” she cuts him off with a finger to his lips, her other fingers crawling to unmentionable depths. “What say we not fret and just enjoy...?”
With her hands working their magic around his most vulnerable points, it is not within his power to say no. He ponders idly as she leads him to the heights that he has never known before her, if the word 'no' still exists in his vocabulary. In actuality, he could care less now.
He has her.
What else does he need?
(-and I’ll lie to you twice)
x x x
“Sakura?” the anonymous man blinks back blankly. “Yeah. I think she got back yesterday.”
“Heard she got deployed again though,” a lazy voice nearby drawls on casually. “Everyone just wants a piece of her these days.”
The former laughs back heartily at this comment. “These days? When isn’t she so in demand? Oh, I remember the days when-”
He cuts himself off abruptly when he realizes who is still standing, stricken, at the table.
“Sorry, man,” he finishes, the tone of finality coupled with a complete detachment. “Not too sure where she is.”
He is sorry too, for reasons is he beginning to fathom, but cannot yet grip.
(-and I’ll lie to you thrice)
x x x
Slowly, but surely, she is like a river draining into the infinite ocean. The river she occupies now (he), is simply a stepping stone in her voyage, her journey towards something only she knows. He wishes so fervently that he can become her ocean, but he knows reality is so shallow, so unattainable.
And so he watches, helpless and solemnly as she washes out of his life.
(-and I’ll lie to you no more)
did you count, how many times the words left my mouth?
I’m sorry.
I love you.
Forgive me?
Kisses.
Words that have been said on repeat, stuck at an infinite loop. He accepts these words, but with every replay, becomes ever more meaningless. When the day reaches that he can no longer accept empty lies, he dreams, hopes and wishes he could invent for her synonymous words that have not yet been worn out. He does not want to lose her-
But with nothing else to cling onto,
His fingers slip through, like the smooth caress of silk.
i don’t want to see it anymore, but i don’t want to be played a fool.
Lost.
She flows on in her life, a movement of smooth water transitioning from one to another. Her element, so lovely, so transparent in its form is impossible to delay, impossible to cling on to. She has already found her new home, an ocean large enough to encompass her for however long it manages - and she smiles, the brilliant tilt she once wore for him.
But he has stopped, lost and unwanted, in the flow of her nature. What good is a river without its water, its livelihood and flow? He wanders, from state to state in his empty form, the core of his being struck from within him. Too dependent, too heartbroken, and too, way too in love.
But it cannot be helped, as that is the way nature has plotted it out to be.
As she continues to strive, he will wander, crumbled and lost.