Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: Because life – and love – comes in a million fragmented colors, and one must try them all before choosing. CRACK. 20, Black, SasuIno.

Rainbow

Black

(SasuIno)

There has always been something strange about loving the man whose mind you just dug through, whose bones you just shattered, whose skin you just ripped.

And yet it is happening, you think, as you watch his form on the floor. He doesn’t even have the decency to show you his pain.

Sakura will come in in a few moments, once the silence inside the room has drawn on long enough. She will step in, boots made for hospital floors clicking against cement, and she will nod to you. And in her eyes you will see nothing.

And then she will turn and walk across the room, to him. To Sasuke. And though you will not see it, you feel her begging him with her eyes. And you will wonder exactly what she is saying.

Her fingers will fly through the jutsu, and you will see him relaxing under her touch. She never stays for a moment longer than she has to – because of you – but when she leaves you will see the defiance in his eyes renewed.

Black. His eyes are always black, now. Always, always black for you. For Sakura, in the last moments before she leaves, they will spin red, as if in reassurance.

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There is something strange about loving T&I, just as there is something strange about loving the woman standing above the chair you are chained to, preparing to delve into your battered mind yet again. There is information you protect with everything you have, shoving all other knowledge and memory in her way, and this thought is part of that.

You look into her eyes and you fall.

This is routine, now. Her blue eyes are detached and spiteful, and you fight the urge to look away.

Sakura. Her eyes change whenever the pink-haired woman enters the room. Jealousy and warmth and a modicum of – could it be? – love. And you find yourself jealous of the girl who once proclaimed her love for you at the gates of Konohagakure.

Ino watches her hungrily, as if soaking up her image, her mannerisms, her expressions.

You doubt there is anything between them – Sakura wears a large diamond engagement ring on her ring finger, always –but you wonder if Ino wishes there was.

Your eyes flash red, and then she leaves, and you are once again alone witht eh woman you think you just might love.

Your heart and mind and future are black, empty. But it seems hers are, too. And you’re going to be spending it together, in this deep, dark hole in the ground. That, at least, is something to be grateful for.

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Author’s Notes:

No, I don’t know what that was. Like, at all. It just… flew out of my fingertips? Yeah. Well, I’ll let it be known that I absolutely cannot stand this pairing, being the SasuSaku fangirl that I am, but here it is.