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October 8 // Naruto // love? it's hate that's blind
Title: love? it's hate that's blind
Day/Theme: October 8 / worse than his bite
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: SasuSaku
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Sakura used to think that she had never truly hated. She had never swallowed and felt a hot spring of sulphur burble at the base of her throat; never found herself yellow with nausea and an indefinable red blindness. She had seen the effects of hatred and, like the intelligent girl she was, avoided them for her teammates’ sake. Sasuke was blind, she was sure. Even Naruto could enter bouts of crimson horror when riled into righteous fury. They needed her to lead them when they lost their vision, she told herself. They needed her.
Her vow to never feel the sour-bitter-pungent taste of hatred on her tongue held firm even when a vicious man with a slippery voice erupted their village. Her vow was strong: it was a bastion of desperation. But it broke one day, tremulous and trembling, because worse than the snake man’s bite was the emptiness in Sasuke’s voice as he said painlessly,
“Ah, it’s Sakura…”
Day/Theme: October 8 / worse than his bite
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: SasuSaku
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
-----
Sakura used to think that she had never truly hated. She had never swallowed and felt a hot spring of sulphur burble at the base of her throat; never found herself yellow with nausea and an indefinable red blindness. She had seen the effects of hatred and, like the intelligent girl she was, avoided them for her teammates’ sake. Sasuke was blind, she was sure. Even Naruto could enter bouts of crimson horror when riled into righteous fury. They needed her to lead them when they lost their vision, she told herself. They needed her.
Her vow to never feel the sour-bitter-pungent taste of hatred on her tongue held firm even when a vicious man with a slippery voice erupted their village. Her vow was strong: it was a bastion of desperation. But it broke one day, tremulous and trembling, because worse than the snake man’s bite was the emptiness in Sasuke’s voice as he said painlessly,
“Ah, it’s Sakura…”