Death and the Uchiha
by Shadow Crystal Mage
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue. It's easier for both of us that way…
Young Uchiha Sasuke starred around him at the bloody mess that was the Uchiha compound. All was silent. Nothing had been disturbed yet after Itachi's little spree. The Uchiha compound, for the first time Sasuke could remember, was almost absolutely empty. Empty and silent.
No, not quite silent….
There's a routine hidden somewhere in Konoha. It goes something like this:
"Sasuke-kun, can we go on a date?"
The speaker of the first part is ever changing, although the current holder of the title of the one who says it the most belongs to a pink-haired kunoichi, with a blonde flower-girl coming a close second.
The speaker of the second part, however, is always the same: a dark-eyed, dark-haired boy who was lipstick and eye-shadow away from being Goth, that's how dark he was.
His penchant for constantly, unerringly rejecting the advances of the fairer sex is so well-known in Konoha that some hopefuls of the less fair sex have begun to hope he was like them, but every time they asked, they got the same response. Sometimes accompanied by a left hook if they were being pushy.
No one knows why. All anyone does know is that, after the so-called Uchiha massacre, the youngest survivor of the clan was never interested in girls- or boys- ever again…
"Sasuke-" Haruno Sakura began.
"No," the dark-haired boy said.
"But you don't even know what I was going to say!"
"If it wasn't some variation of 'can we go on a date', 'walk me home' or 'can we train together', I'd be very surprised," Sasuke said dryly.
"You're mean, Sasuke-kun…"
Sasuke didn't reply. Instead, he kept on walking home, his heart pounding with anticipation. Would she come over today? Her visits weren't daily, but they were often and unpredictable enough to always leave him excited and expectant when he came home.
Arriving at his apartment, he took a quick look around, assuring that no fangirls had decided to follow him. They knew where he lived, but that was it. They hadn't been able to break in after he'd changed the locks.
Opening the door, he smiled, heart pounding faster and at the same time going light as he listened to the sounds of someone puttering around in his kitchen, of the smell of someone's perfume in the air. No, not really a perfume. It was her scent. Yes, that's what it was, her scent.
Heading towards the kitchen door he stopped and leaned against the door jab, a smile on his lips. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful, whenever she came to him, and he wasn't sure if it was for his benefit or if it came naturally to her.
She looked twelve. That didn't mean much. Last year she had looked eleven, and the year before that she'd looked ten. Either way, she always looked beautiful. Her skin was pale as snow, her hair was darker than a starless night. Today she was wearing a cute black sailor suit with a really mini skirt. It was all Sasuke could do not to try and take a peek.
"You just going to stand there, or are you going to help me make supper?" she said teasingly, not turning to look at him. He could hear the smile in her voice.
Moving away from the door, he hugged her from behind, kissing the back of her neck. "I'd just be in the way," he whispered, breathing into her ear, feeling as a shiver ran through her body. "You don't have to cook for me, you know. I've told you that."
"I know," she said airily, still cooking. "But I want to, silly! I've told you that."
"You're too good to me," he said, nuzzling her neck, which she helpfully bared for his attentions.
"Only because I love you, Sasuke-kun," she said. He shivered.
Taking her hands off the utensils, he turned her around, capturing her lips in his own, leaving dinner to take care of itself…
The food was still good, in case you were wondering.
The two lay on Sasuke's narrow bed, him trying not to fall off. She always got the side against the wall, but seldom made use of that fact. Never, really. She'd much rather cuddle. After almost four years of sleeping like this, he wouldn't have it any other way.
"So, how was your day?" she asked, lying on his bare chest. He usually wore something else to bed besides his boxers, but it hot that night, and even she had agreed he'd fry if he wore pajamas. The thought of not using the blanket never crossed their minds. They liked their blanket. It was… cozy.
"Same old, same old," he said, taking in the scent of her hair. Funeral roses. She always smelled like funeral roses. His arm wrapped casually around her waist. Despite the heat, she hadn't gotten out of her black nightgown. The fabric was so thin and so soft you'd think you'd be able to see though it, but that wasn't the case. She seldom took it off, although for special occasions- really special occasions, like his birthday, or holidays, or some days when he was just really, really lucky- he'd managed to convince her to ditch the thing and sleep in her underwear. During those times, he was surprised he got any sleep! "You?"
"Oh, you know, someone here, someone there," she said vaguely, waving her hand in a disinterested manner. Sasuke idly noted the direction she waved. Looks like there'd be one more body in the hospital morgue. "So seen any pretty girls lately?"
Her tone was teasing. She liked to tease him. It was one of her favorite things to do, besides collecting floppy hats.
He shrugged, feigning a nonchalant tone. "Well, that Haruno girl's been around lately. She's been offering to come up and check out my place…" he said, trailing off suggestively.
She raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"I told her to take a hike."
She giggled, shaking her head. "You really shouldn't lead those girls on," she said, tracing a finger across his sternum. Putting on a prim tone, she added, "It's just not proper."
"Aw, you know me," he drawled. "I don't like to be tied down to any one girl."
She mock pouted, which lasted all of a second as the two of them broke into giggles. He liked being tied down to one girl, and both of them knew it.
Getting her giggles in check, she cuddled closer, resting her cheek on the crook of his neck. "Alright, enough talk. You have to go to sleep, young man! It's a big day tommorow."
"Yes, ma'm," he said, sounding like a boy talking to his mother.
Giggling all over again, she kissed him on the cheek before putting her head right back where it was before. "Good night, Sasuke-kun," she said cheerily, if quietly.
Sighing, he put his other arm around her, pulling her closer. She didn't resist. Taking in the scent of her hair again- definitely funeral roses- he kissed her brow. "Good night… Death."
She was gone by the time he woke up. He found himself cuddling against one of his pillows. He didn't doubt she'd been there, though- the smell of roses still filled the room…
A/N: I've been meaning to use her for some time now…
Please review, C&C welcome.
Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.