|to a conclusion
Author: Okuyukashii PM
SasuSaku—31 days: March—Four days I spend with Sasuke. I've learned that: 1—silence is the loudest noise, 2—misery does love company, 3—once you learn how his hand feels, you never want to let go, and 4—if nothing else, I can finally admit it to myself.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Sasuke U. & Sakura H. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,587 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-31-10 - Published: 03-13-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5812816
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Title: for thoughts unheard
Day/Theme: 13. Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Note: This was written for day 13 of the 31 Days LJ comm.
It is, strangely enough, a dim basement that we spend most of our time in. His. The sofa we sit on is leather, something I was disgusted by at first but have slowly grown accustomed to. There's so much more to pay attention to, after all.
"It's going to rain tomorrow."
"Yeah, I saw. I'm so happy, too. I love the rain."
[grins and a shake of my head to move my pink hair away from my eyes]
Like the larger-than-life images on one of the biggest TVs I've ever seen, and the wall-to-wall shelf of DVDs illuminated by the bright pot lights embedded in the stucco ceiling.
Like the soft humming of the air conditioner.
"Are you cold?"
"No. You know I love the cold, Sasuke. What about you?"
[an exasperated stare and a warmer feeling]
Like my heartbeat, startlingly clear in the loudest noise of all―the silence wrapped around the both of us like a quilt. It tickles our ears and pushes down on our shoulders, making me feel lethargic.
[murmurs from the anchorwoman, syllables lost in daydreams]
But there's music softly playing from behind a closed door in the background now, and the electronic melodies of the synthpop are soothing.
It is through the rhythmic beats that we glance at each other again.
[he won't say it, I won't form the words―]
It would be easier, I suppose, if he was better at talking and I was better at the silences.
It's never awkward, not between the two of us. No matter what, uncomfortable silences didn't exist for Sasuke and me.
"Sakura, when are you going to come over again?"
"Mm...I dunno. When are you free?"
"It doesn't matter. When do you want to come over?"
[subtle emphasis on 'want', and just like that, i have a choice and an opening]
"Sasuke, you know I love―"
[coming over? being with you? you?]
"―being out of my house. I'll come over the soonest it's okay with you. It's...fun talking with you."
[subtle lift of the corner of his mouth]
"We can talk about anything."
"And I love that so much."
[that's right, sakura, just drop that word every chance you get. we all know it's from not being able to say it to―]
Of course, our conversations are better still. There are no arguments, no harsh words. Our beliefs and thoughts mesh together when they don't overlap completely, and it fits.
[i want to say it so bad, but the words won't come out. he's looking at me sometimes, and looking determinedly down at the fading patterns on his hoodie at others]
For all the perfect moments and feelings, there are still some subjects we never touch upon, despite claims of unlimited topics. [We've tried for hints, but they leave me confused and hurt.]
But now, the words are screaming to come out, and I give in.
They escape in muted whispers, too quiet to be heard, I hope [or fear?].
"I like you."
[and i apologize to understatements for abuse and to my heart for making a farce of it]
The music is still quietly playing
and the woman is still mocking tragedies
and the air conditioner is still going
and my heart is
I know Sasuke hears these things [except for my heart] and nothing else. If noise was ever good for something, it was for drowning out words.
[we part and meet again...]