Sasuke has never been one to ascribe to honorifics. everything changed after he'd lost his family. even now, he can't find it in himself to care enough to use them.
happiness is such an obscure concept to him. he can't connect her words to a real feeling. ]
[ she's thinking now, truly putting some consideration towards this. because she knows herself so well, and even a slight inebriation of alcohol wouldn't force something out that she didn't want to say in the first place. but it's tricky, isn't it. at least a little-
because she has such strong feelings about both of them. can never quite place a name to what she feels because it grows and grows and changes and grows some more.
when Sasuke had left Konoha, it had broken her heart. when she felt Naruto dying beneath her, it echoed that same feeling inside of her. so really-
really, she could say- ]
I suppose I said it to him for the same reasons I say it to you.
Sasuke closes his eyes against the night and against the residual hum of warmth caused by sake murmuring in his blood. the declarations she'd given so brazenly when they were young— ]
[ i'm not that boy. you can't compare us. how can you still think that way?
in seconds, he runs through a handful of possible responses, and systematically discards each one (too callous, too soft, too much of a lie). he exhales, long and slow. ]
[ alright, he can't argue that. he flew off the handle at Saralegui for lying to him, before he'd returned to their world for three years. lying... it didn't help anyone. but Sasuke isn't used to this kind of policy— it's easier to omit.
but fine: since you're pushing the topic. ]
How can you love a person that you know nothing about?
Stop that. You want an honest answer to that question? Let me actually talk to you, I don't want to have this over mirrors. [ a pause, breathing. ] Please.
[ HUFFS. just a bit. before she terminates the feed and goes downstairs.
GOSH.
still, she'll come down rather quickly, forcing her fingers to relax from fists, smoothing down over shorts. she approaches him slow, takes her time. ]
It's always been difficult for you to understand. Hasn't it?
[ if Sasuke is honest with himself, he wants nothing to do with this conversation, and even then it's only a partial truth. this kind of understanding is something Sasuke shut down hard when he turned his back on the village.
his pain was meant to make him stronger. acknowledging anything else was, now, like navigating a mine field that Sasuke didn't want to go off.
he wasn't sure what kind of wreckage it would leave behind.
but he folds his arms as Sakura marches toward him, his expression carefully schooled. ]
[ Sakura knows that this is foreign for him. She knows (accepts) that familiarity and safe grounds are pain and hatred and revenge. She knows that, even when they were children, he didn't understand it. And maybe (probably) most of it was ignoring those who had formed an adoring fan following -- Sakura understood that much. But even without that; even without adoring girls pining after him, boys who were jealous of him-
Even without those things, Sakura is sure he didn't understand back then, either.
She can still feel the burn if irritation, fingers stuff at her sides to avoid forming fists again. That would get them nowhere -- at least not right now.
Sakura takes a breath, steadies herself. ]
Me loving you. You never understood, even as kids, did you?
[ he can see (just as he'd heard) that she'd just as soon plant a fist in his face as have this conversation at all. Sasuke would almost prefer that— he's far better with violence than this other thing. his chin dips, and it's pride more than anything that has his gaze stay on her face. ]
You've all said the same thing.
[ that Sasuke was a cool guy; that he was good at everything and it's why so many looked up to him. ]
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[ even Sasuke knows you've never done that before, and he wasn't around for a long time in their world. ]
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her voice is soft as she answers, though the smile in it is unmistakable. ]
I was happy. I was so happy. I didn't even think about it when I said it.
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Sasuke has never been one to ascribe to honorifics. everything changed after he'd lost his family. even now, he can't find it in himself to care enough to use them.
happiness is such an obscure concept to him. he can't connect her words to a real feeling. ]
Hn.
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[ she's thinking now, truly putting some consideration towards this. because she knows herself so well, and even a slight inebriation of alcohol wouldn't force something out that she didn't want to say in the first place. but it's tricky, isn't it. at least a little-
because she has such strong feelings about both of them. can never quite place a name to what she feels because it grows and grows and changes and grows some more.
when Sasuke had left Konoha, it had broken her heart. when she felt Naruto dying beneath her, it echoed that same feeling inside of her. so really-
really, she could say- ]
I suppose I said it to him for the same reasons I say it to you.
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Sasuke closes his eyes against the night and against the residual hum of warmth caused by sake murmuring in his blood. the declarations she'd given so brazenly when they were young— ]
Sakura.
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Yes?
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you can't compare us.
how can you still think that way?
in seconds, he runs through a handful of possible responses, and systematically discards each one (too callous, too soft, too much of a lie). he exhales, long and slow. ]
Don't wait up.
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Not saying what you mean.
[ because please, she knows better than to think he'd tell her that. ]
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[ and it isn't yours :L ]
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There's nothing dangerous about being honest with the people that care about you, Sasuke-kun.
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but fine: since you're pushing the topic. ]
How can you love a person that you know nothing about?
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hell no. ]
This is not a conversation I am having with you over mirrors. Where are you?
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[ mr difficult. ]
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Stop that. You want an honest answer to that question? Let me actually talk to you, I don't want to have this over mirrors. [ a pause, breathing. ] Please.
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I'm downstairs.
[ god. ]
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GOSH.
still, she'll come down rather quickly, forcing her fingers to relax from fists, smoothing down over shorts. she approaches him slow, takes her time. ]
It's always been difficult for you to understand. Hasn't it?
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his pain was meant to make him stronger. acknowledging anything else was, now, like navigating a mine field that Sasuke didn't want to go off.
he wasn't sure what kind of wreckage it would leave behind.
but he folds his arms as Sakura marches toward him, his expression carefully schooled. ]
What?
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Even without those things, Sakura is sure he didn't understand back then, either.
She can still feel the burn if irritation, fingers stuff at her sides to avoid forming fists again. That would get them nowhere -- at least not right now.
Sakura takes a breath, steadies herself. ]
Me loving you. You never understood, even as kids, did you?
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You've all said the same thing.
[ that Sasuke was a cool guy; that he was good at everything and it's why so many looked up to him. ]
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