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TITLE: Subtlety
AUTHOR: Sakuraxkisu/Night_beautyx
FANDOM: Naruto
PAIRING: Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura
GENRE: Het-ish.
TABLE: #5 Light
PROMPT: #7 Love
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 782 words
SUMMARY: Sometimes, words aren't required.
DISCLAIMER: The anime/manga series 'Naruto' belongs Masashi Kishimoto, and the song 'When the deal goes down' belongs to Bob Dylan.

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The first thing Sasuke sees when he enters the room is his girlfriend seated on the sofa, knees drawn up to her chest, crying her eyes out. For a second he is concerned, worried – but then he sees the credits appearing on the TV screen, with those familiar names of famous actors and actresses she adored, and he realises.

Her tears seem to come quicker. The sounds of her sniffling; green eyes rimmed with pallid red; fingers entwined in-between one another. She seems so pitiful, so frail.

"Here." Before he realises it himself, a tissue in his hand, his fingers holding it out towards her. She pauses in her sniffling, directing wide green eyes the shade of jade towards him.

Her features seem to lighten, a small, smile on her lips clashing with redness of her eyes.

Her voice is hoarse as she murmurs a quiet thank-you, untwines her fingers and takes hold of the tissue in his outstretched hand.

As she is wiping her cheeks free of tears, he asks why she watches this film when she has seen it already about 4 times. The smile on her face grows, as she sees the undertone of concern in his probing.

"Because it's such a beautiful film." And because I know you'll be there to pick up the pieces.

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Her love for him is like water, like the rain in London, always continuously pouring and never-ending. Sometimes it comes in large amounts, heavy and unrelenting; sometimes pouring lightly, gentle and soothing; sometimes wistful and in melancholy.

Despite his distant, detached mentality and the way he simply brushes her off, it would not be the same if it were any different.

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His love for her is developing still. Everyday for him seems to bring a change, a change in the direction of his emotions. It's all in the little things, for him. How she always has and always will be there, waiting for him, unquestionably; how she trusts and depends on him; how her voice resonates, not harsh like the brazenness of his blond friend, but light, conveying so much clarity; how her green eyes express so much, the windowpane reflecting the sensations of her core; how the corner of her eyes crinkle when she smiles; the soft hitch of her voice when she laughs. The list seems to grow day by the day, along with his emotions.

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Sometimes, she thinks, sometimes, silence can convey more clarity than words ever could.

The silence between the two of them isn't awkward; on the contrary, it is pleasant, a time where the two of them can think with a clear mind. Words are left unspoken; there is no need to try to fill the silence with pointless observations or comments. There is a mutual understanding between the two of them, something that has blossomed and been nurtured over the years, a rose in it's prime.

Sometimes, words aren't required.

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He knows that she isn't always happy.

He knows that sometimes, her smile is hollow, her laughter filled with an uncharacteristic dolour rather than her usual vivacity. Although she may trust him, there are some things that she cannot tell him; and he, respectful of her unspoken wishes, does not force her into telling him these secrets. He has many of his own he keeps to himself also.

But despite this, he can't help but hope that she will, one day, of her own accord, tell him her problems. Until then, though, all he can do is offer her the warmth of his body to lean on at night, and pretend he is asleep while she cries.

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Their relationship is not like that of a normal, young couple. Neither of them strive for more; neither of them seek to be enthralled and elated by the transient joys of life and love. Life does not pause for them if they argue, and resume when they reconcile. Tomorrow is another day - life resumes, petty arguments fading away into unintentional reconciliations.

They are not happy and jubilant; they aren't naïve like other couples to believe in the fleeting bursts of euphoria. They are contented with the life that has been given to them, grateful for the violet streaked sunsets; broad smiles in the springtime; the soft light of sun at dawn; light and shadows meeting and mingling upon one's arm in the hazy sunlight; the blue sky that greets them in the morning; silent, stilled moments of thinking clearly, natural and unforced.

And that unspoken phrase that lingers in the air around them as they lie together, limbs intertwined–

And I'll be with you when the deal goes down.

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A/N: GAAH. I FINALLY FINISHED IT AFTER NEARLY 2 YEARS! :DD

So I noticed that a lot of these oneshots don't have happy endings, so I decided to give this one a happy-ish ending. It's not really a proper happy ending, more of a contented one. The actual oneshot isn't very clear, I know. I was experimenting when I was writing this (got inspired by some of Arabesque05's oneshots and the song 'when the deal goes down' by Bob Dylan - it's a lovely song, and the video to it is beautiful :) There's not really a proper plot to it, but...oh well. I hope you've enjoyed reading, and I'd like to have your feedback please :D