disclaimer - no ownage!
a/n - this is the finale folks! yes that's right, the final chapter! dun dun dunnnn! Originally this was broken into two seperate chapters, but I didn't want to ruin the flow of things. Enjoy! (:
Warning - Graphic scenes lay ahead!
Navy Blue Crayons
.:: Chapter Nine - Navy Blue ::.
Sakura marched up to Sasuke's front steps. She had been standing there for about fifteen minutes, contemplating whether or not she should go through wit this. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath.
Pull yourself together, Sakura. It's now or never.
She knocked on his door loudly, not caring about rudeness.
She needed to know.
For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence, and Sakura wondered if Sasuke was still asleep. Then, she heard footsteps and waited anxiously for the doorknob to turn at an agonizingly slow pace.
Sasuke opened the door, and his eyes instantly widened in shock when he saw exactly who was standing at the door. He took in her disheveled appearance, and his dark eyes traveled to the object that lay in her hands. A broken crayon clutched between her fingers. But not just any crayon...
Red puffy eyes; tears.
All for -
"I love –
Never want to see –
"Sakura." His voice made her pulse race, heart beat, body tingle and feel again. She hiccupped.
But it was now or never, and Sakura didn't want to waste another second. She didn't want to waste any more time.
"I love you Sasuke, truly I do. And I don't care about anything anymore except wanting to be with you again. Oh god I miss you. The other day made me remember everything we had…" A lone tear dared to slip down her cheek. "I can't bear...this...lonliness."
She sounded pathetic in her own ears. But Sakura knew that Sasuke had loved her just as much as she loved him. And this was hurting him too.
"Sakura…" He wanted to forget. To forgive. He was lonely too. No parents or Itachi. No Sakura. His Sakura. The girl, the only damned girl to ever make her way into his heart. The next thing he did was very un-Sasuke-like. However, at the moment, all rational thought was forgotten.
Sasuke roughly grabbed Sakura's forearms and pulled her in for a tight hug, crushing her against his stone body. Sakura eyes widened tremendously and she gasped against his warm body. His arms wrapped hers around his waist and his face pressed against his hair. He inhaled her delicate fragrance and swore that he could never be separated from her again.
"I love you…" she mumbled in his chest. She couldn't remember the last time he told her that he loved her too and when he said it this time her heart broke even further.
"I love you too, Sakura." His hands tangled in her hair. Her body flush against him. His lips came to press tenderly against hers. An innocent kiss.
She was not having that.
Her hands locked themselves around his neck, her tongue delving into his mouth. She stood on her tippy toes to get a better angle; deepening the kiss.
Heat waves radiated from their bodies sending her to the moon. Sasuke picked Sakura up and dashed into the house, slamming the door behind him.
He ran upstairs to his bedroom, where he had been sleeping in only a few moments ago.
Sakura was busy wondering if this was all just a dream again.
His bedroom was the same as always, plain and distant.
Just like him.
Suddenly, she found her back pressed against the soft mattress. Their lips never separated. When the need for air took over, his lips stayed centimeters from her own. Sakura felt his own breaths puffing out across her lips. He kissed her cheek, panting. Traveling to her ear.
"I'm going to ravish you." He whispered hotly his delicate lips brushing against her ear.
It had been too long since either of them had found comfort in each other, and both of them were eager to comply with their body's demands. Sakura wondered if he finally, finally broke, or if she had somehow played a part in this madness. For almost a year they had gone on, hating each other. (Well, never really her hating him. The hatred had always been one-sided). Some may think her foolish, for so openly falling back into his arms. But Sakura wasn't a fool. She was in love.
And she knew she'd do anything for Sasuke, because he was human, and he made mistakes.
No more words were spoken as he kissed and kissed and kissed her until she was dizzy. The room spun her eyes blurred.
Nothing could make this day any more perfect.
Days and days passed ,and each time she spared him a glace he simply glared in return. She walked through the hallways lonely. No one spoke to her. It was as if she had contracted a disease. Whispers were spoken and looks were given. None of them too kind.
"Look at Haruno. She killed Sasuke's parents, you know."
Sakura swallowed, fighting back the tears. She had loved Sasuke's parents as much as her own.
She spotted Sasuke in the hallway and bravely marched up to him.
"Sasuke what the hell is going on?" she finally had the courage to ask him. He tilted his head and gave her an evil sneer that made her shudder. How could someone you love so much, hate you so much?
"What no friends anymore? Now you know what it's like to be alone." His voice sent chills up her spine.
Before she could stop herself her hand raised and flew towards his face. She waited for the loud WHAP sound but it never came. Sasuke had caught her wrist before it was even centimeters towards his face.
"Not today, Sakura."
He said her name as if it killed him.
"Don't call me that." He spat.
"I love you." Her voice only above a whisper, eyes closed.
"That's ironic. You know why? I hate you." With that he walked away.
Sakura's mind raced.
She had never thought Sasuke would make love to her again. His arm came up to her waist, and pulled her close to him. She felt so secure so safe.
Sweat glistened over their bodies and Sasuke never felt so alive. Pushing his pride aside he mumbled:
Sakura never stayed mad with him. She had to forgive him. That's why she loved him.
"Shh." She whispered, cutting him off with her lips. He couldn't help the guilt that rose from within him. His face scrunched up something akin to pain crossing his features. Her fingers smoothed out over his face, massaging; soothing.
"I want to be with you forever." His voice hush.
"I will be with you. Always."
No more words were spoken between the two, but there was a new mutual, unspoken understanding between them. She had forgiven him, and he had forgiven her.
The two fell asleep in each other's arms, and neither of them could fathom why they had even fought to begin with.
"Why, why would you forgive me? It…hurts to think about how…cruel I was. It's," he paused and scrunched his nose, "sickening."
Sakura simply smiled softly and pulled his head to hers, resting their foreheads against each other.
"What would I do without you Sasuke-kun?"
"Die." Sasuke answered.
"Hmm, you're right."
"Of course I'm right." Sasuke smirked.
"You…egotistical…jackass…that I love…" Sakura sighed contently.
They hadn't moved from the bed in hours.
"I don't ever want to part from you."
What caused this sudden change?
Sakura's eyes softened as she saw his face. Peaceful and innocent. But he was far from innocent; she knew that well.
Sakura thought that true love wasn't perfect. True love was knowing the other person's faults, and still loving them for everything they had.
Sakura walked the halls; endless. No one spared her a glance, no one even saw her.
She was invisible.
She must've thought she were a ghost, because as she looked down, she bumped into her worst nightmare.
"Watch where you're going, you dumb bitch."
"Sasuke, I'm tired of this. I've apologized, I've cried and begged, what else can I do?"
"Do me a favor and jump off a cliff." Sasuke walked past her, violently bumping into her shoulder.
She spun on her heels and grasped his wrist. Out of reflex, his other hand came up and slapped her.
Her eyes widened and so did his – he never would've thought he'd do that, not in a million years. He thought she'd be angry, like she would when he would tease her about her forehead. But instead tears welled up in her eyes ad even though he hated her, despised her with every follicle of his being, he loved her just the same.
Love and hate keep close company.
It still pained him to see her like this, even if he wanted her more than anything to pay for what she did.
"So that's how it's going to be then, huh?" she voice quivered and he saw that he had caused her lip to bleed a little. In his mind he wiped the blood away and cradled her in his arms. He was torn.
"What happened to the Sasuke that forgave, the Sasuke that I loved? The Sasuke that loved me…" she trailed off, a tear falling to the ground. She suddenly looked up with fierce, piercing eyes.
"Well?" she more so demanded than asked.
"I never loved you." He spat. "Every time I fucked you, it was only because of lust, never love. Don't think you're so special, so different from the rest of the girls I've fucked to get disillusioned into thinking that I cared. I used you. I could care less about you."
The pain immediately came and she wanted to stab him over and over again. This was worse than the slap; this was tearing the flesh off her very body, piece by piece. She wanted to scream so loud, it would make her ears bleed. Scream so loud and drown him in her pain.
"Don't say that…" she mumbled, gripping her forearms.
"What, Sakura-chan?" Sasuke sneered.
Doctor Jeckel and Mr. Hide.
"You think that if I kissed you right now it would make it better. That if I fucked you here and now in school that I suddenly would take you back?" he backed her against the wall.
She was scared for her very life.
"What do you want, Sakura." He said her name so harsh now. But he still lusted her. "Do you want me to kiss your neck?" Sasuke pressed his lips to the juncture near her collarbone. He bit down hard and sucked the blood that trickled out. Sakura gasped, from surprise and pain. She flinched, remembering how Itachi had done similar things to her back in the car. She shivered.
"You want me to kiss your lips?" he crashed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, she feared him. He bit her lips and shoved his tongue down her throat. She tasted her own blood. He gripped her wrists so tight, the circulation had ceased.
"You want me to touch you?" He collected her wrists in one hand and brought the other to her chest. He teased and ran his fingers along the outline of her breast. Without warning, he squeezed painfully tight. He reached under her shirt and pulled it above her head. Suddenly it got dark. Where were they?
He was taking out all his hate in the only way he knew how.
He was going to screw her like he did so many times before. But this time, she would know how much she had hurt him. It wouldn't seem like he cared. He would be rough. His mouth covered her peak, sucking hard.
When did her shirt and bra come off?
"Sasuke-kun please stop."
"Don't fucking call me that." He growled.
Her skirt came up, underwear pushed aside. He paused momentarily and smirked at her before thrusting himself hard into her, slamming her against a wall. The pain was overwhelming. It shot up her spine like a thousand needles.
Her breath came in pants.
"Stop..Sasuke. I'm not your whore!" she tried pushing him off of her but to no use.
"This is what you wanted right? Me to love you?"
"This…this isn't love."
"Darling," he snarled. "There's no such thing as love."
Her mind raced, remembering Itachi. Sasuke looked just like him now. Twice she would be raped. Even still, Sasuke was right. She still wanted him to love her, still wanted him. With only a small part of her being though. Sasuke grasped Sakura's thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He was hard and fast, demanding.
Abruptly, he pulled out and forced Sakura to her knees. She was eye level with…it.
"Sasuke…don't do this…" Sakura cried. Sasuke took a handful of her hair and pulled her head towards him.
"Pleasure me." he commanded.
Sasuke had forgotten about that incident. Shortly after Sasuke was erm, distracted, Sakura grabbed for the nearest object and swung at him. Apparently, she knocked him out and gave him a concussion. He couldn't' remember a thing.
In retrospect, Sakura thinks of that day as a cry for help from him. A desperate act, on the verge of a breakdown.
She doesn't regret anything when it comes to Sasuke though. She never will.
Sakura shuddered thinking those horrible thoughts.
"What's that matter, are you cold?" Sasuke asked. He was a different person.
Tears of relief overwhelmed her and poured from her eyes. Sasuke, somewhat panicked and confused, quickly took her head and stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears.
"Shh, it's okay." He cooed. Sakura's arms wrapped around his waist. She buried her head in his chest and kissed him, trailing up to his face. She kissed his lips urgently and desperately, afraid to let go.
"Don't ever leave me." she plead.
"I won't, I won't." He kissed her back with just as much passion and urgency. Too much time apart required some catching up. She felt his hot breath fanning across her face. Butterfly kisses to his lips, nose, eyes, everything. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.
She wanted to be with him, together. Forever.
a/n - well, there you have it. End of the story. Some of you may wonder, wtf why did Sasuke do that? Well, he was very hurt and angry with her, cause like, his parents died and his brother left. So, yeah.