Shizukesa:  - BreakfastSakura was acting strange. Glassy and unfocused were the eyes that met his own, and a split second before it occurred, Sasuke figured out what was about to happen. Instantly he was behind Sakura’s falling figure, catching her gently in his arms. This wasn’t the first time she had fainted around him... She’d wake up soon... probably. What was he supposed to do when somebody fainted? He’d never been particularly interested in medical studies, that was Sakura’s area of expertise. And seeing as she was unconscious... A sigh escaped him, the breath stirring the strands of hair covering Sakura’s face. Blushing slightly, he turned and placed her softly on the rumpled fabrics of her bed. Fighting back his concern, for that would only lead to unneeded pain and suffering, he spun on his heel and walked out of the room, looking for a cold cloth to use in an attempt to wake her up.~ ~ ~To Sakura’s unfocused eyes, it looked like there was a tree growing o
Shizukesa:  - Morning RainRays of sunlight yawned through Sakura’s open window, tickling her face and filling her room with the smell of the spring morning air. Normally it would take the equivalent of a natural disaster to wake her up at the crack of dawn, but this morning the bright beams of light gently nudged her awake with their dancing shadows.A yawn escaped her tired lips as she reached her arms high above her head.“Aaaaahhh...” A soft sigh of comfort escaped her, and she let herself fall back onto the soft covers of her bed, rolling in the warmth of blankets and sunlight.The corners of her mouth rose up into a wide grin. She was oddly content to be awake so early, and the warm morning air relaxed her. Serenely, she slipped out of bed into silk slippers, and sat on the window sill to stare out at the sunrise. Konoha’s skyline gleamed in the reddish tint of the cloud-sprinkled sky, each building’s silhouette profiled by strands of liquid light: light which drenched the vil
DiscardedChains fall around you like autumn leaves,unaware of your freedom, your body steams,underestimated agony,derivatives of tragedy,your grey hair was once jet black.You don't know, that you might have been saved, had you been willingto sacrifice your pointless revenge, to cease your killing,but the unrest in your blackened heartcaused entities to drag apartthe only person who might take you back.
Shizukesa:  - Midnight MemoriesAlone. That single word bore a lifetime’s worth of weight in Sasuke’s mind. Even here, sitting next to Sakura, listening to her soft breathing as she slept with her head rested on his shoulder, he felt that word’s malevolent influence, threatening to sweep him under the black ocean of his tainted emotions. One of his hands was clenched into a trembling fist, and the other was gripping the wooden slats of the bench tight enough so that if it were alive, he would be strangling it. He felt like a failure. Against Itachi... why had he been so useless, so unable to do what he had always wanted to? All the years that spanned between their last meeting, all nothing, all worthless. Still he was far too weak. The screams of his mother and father still echoed in his head, chilling and terrible... and the image of his brother, calmly standing over their corpses with a bloodied black blade, calmly watching Sasuke sob pathetically on the floor of their childhood home was simultan
You've fallen so far...Under the peaceful influence of moonlight,you light the world up with blood and flames,violent, exodus retribution deficit,directed at your enemies and friends without benefit,love is blind and blind luck keeps you alive,lightning bolts that strike the same place multiple times,cherry blossoms fall around you, you disregard and carry on,killing yourself and everyone with weakness that wants to be strong.
Shizukesa - A SasuSaku Fanfiction:  - PrologueThe silvered moon hung low in the silent air above Konoha, and its raven haired prodigy stood alone, as he always did at night, glaring out over a small duck pond that reflected the busy skyline of the sleeping city. His gaze swept over the tranquil water, drinking in the reflection of his reddened eyes, blazing a fiery trail of wandering thoughts on the water’s surface.“Sasuke?”A voice interrupted his melancholy reverie, floating across the mirror’s edge of the still water, and he slowly turned his head towards the source of the sound, a slender girl with pink hair and a red dress.“What are you doing out here?” the girl asked, a concerned look covering her face.“I was going for a walk,” the boy with the black-spiked hair declared firmly. Two strides carried him to the wooden park bench, where he dropped heavily, letting his weary eyes fall shut. “What about you?”“... I couldn’t sleep...” Her voice trail
EnigmaA tall dark boyinfinitely tormentedunheard of by humanityfamiliar insanityhearkened hearing hollow heatrising to the misty beatof warlike drums, taking shapeof eagles wings that beat the soil and hope to flyeyes that stare decide for him the futurethe searing cold sealing him shutafraid of what he is, but scared of what he's notbloody hands that try and healtil bloody hands but fry the mealand the flames lick the blood offin droves and frenzy, calm with envydelectable deaths, direct inseperableflesh wounds, that let the regrets flow,indefinite exodus that follows no boundarythe boy strides forward into the steps behind himhis shadow looming over him and threatening to tear him with talonssolid fluid shadowy followersslipping razor fingers under his skinthreatening his psyche with lichen psychosisentranced by the pain of weaknessfrozen in the flames of fearan enigma walks the streetsunbeknownst to the inhabitants of mother Earththat the angelic demon, this dem
Curse MarkBlack Blood,this tattoo of ink, alive.Black and red under the skin enduring,Tainted power, a fatal flower of latent talent,inner caution,hellish abjuration, gruesome execration,insanitySalvation, abandoned,ungrateful, disbanded,frigid waves of heat,unbound and unleashed,colder cauterization,flesh sizzling from his right shoulder,flecks of flexed muscle,intense, dark tensor ripples,gravitypulling down to the harshened dirt,calloused hands that fail to stop his weight,burning eyes that fail to stop and waithurtingsurging hatecurving waist...?slender wrists, enveloped sides,retreatdarknessenlightenmentsparking artifices,arms that swallow his hatred whole,yet still able to contain it better than he,inexplicably, she,with eyes of glowing green that scream "GO"and a rain-fed river of tears,with an embrace,has ended his suffering,for now.
Haiku XIWeary bones, cold handsentangled in a blankettrying to survive.