In life, there are no extraordinary things. The only extraordinary things are the ones we create. Any situation or person may be plain and boring, until we give them meaning or significance. So the question is why do we miss things so much after they're done and over with? Instead of being upset over what was lost, make something new for yourself. Open a door and create a new piece of art for your life. Let your heart and mind make things beautiful. We create the beauty we perceive. Don't let your life be a blank canvas, add color and mystery to it. This world needs beauty. Why not you?
Clouds. That is what I remember seeing first. I open my eyes, and all I see is white. Pure, unblemished white. And then the colours start coming into focus. I see a man leaning over me, and it looks like he's having a couple of horns growing out of his head. Ridiculous, I think, before his face comes into focus and I see that they really are horns. He holds out his hand and helps me up, which is when I realise that I'd been down on the ground. I shake my head to clear my brain, and by the time I look up, I'm all alone in the parking lot. Nothing but cars nearby. I go to my car to open the door. And I scorch the door before it opens. As I stare at the black mark my hand made on the door, I begin to notice that everything isn't looking very normal. It looks like the ground is sparking with electricity, and then it starts thundering. I look back at my car, to find the door slowly melting beneath the black scorch mark.
Naruto doesn't smoke, only Sasuke does.
"Stop doing that, you're killing yourself." He grunted, covering his nose, not used to the tickling sensation he inhaled.
"Whatever." Sasuke answered taking another sip, arms dropped behind Naruto's shoulders.
Naruto titled his head. Gave up and returned to what he was doing, reading manga.
Sasuke shot him a side long glance, seemingly wanted to say something but didn't. Instead he bit on his cigarettes and cringed at the soft texture.
"Naruto", he called.
Naruto made a small audible sound just enough for him to know he was listening.
"What do you plan to do?"
Sasuke exhaled, "your future." He replied curtly.
Naruto dropped his manga on his knees to look at Sasuke. Sasuke turned to him only to catch a bland expression.
In the sun, Naruto's blond lashes slightly shone under transparent blue.
There might have been something about Sasuke's way of staring because Naruto asked.
"Is there something on my face?" He touched his chin, genuine with his supposition.
Sasuke let out a silent smirk.
Naruto glared, "wierdo".
"Stupid", Naruto shot back, leaning on the bench, head slightly grazing Sasuke's arm.
"Shut up!" Naruto pouted, discovering the comfort of laying on Sasuke's arm.
"Don't drool on my shirt." Sasuke warned, almost serious.
"You wish! That's anatomically impossible." Naruto yawned, widened his arms, and just because it's convenient, patted Sasuke's head.
"Let go." Sasuke told him without moving an inch.
"Hm." Naruto sneered. "You know you like it so shut up already."
And began digging into Sasuke's dark stands.
it took a while before Sasuke reacted, he leaned into Naruto's warmth and Naruto could've sworn he heard a slight purr.
"You're like a cat, Sasuke." Naruto commented, his voice dropped low.
Sasuke didn't spit at him so Naruto continued.
"You were purring." He whispered.
Back then, they were just kids, pondering about what they would do after high school.
once when i was young i never pretended to be anuthing at all. soft pink skin under limelight under lemonlight soaked in salty tears and dry tongues chapping from a bitter taste. i've seen a mouyth like that a tongue like that one that bleeds from trying too hard. you're always after something. tap tap tap. knock knock knock. you sound like a drum in the back of my head. dont look at me like that. my merriweather mushrooms can't stand to stand any longer. i'm always waiting for time to run out. it can't do anything but pass. i like coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon i like cheese and bread and pink lips and skin under treetops soaked in freckly fireworks. soaked in warm water. pruny and squeaky and rough to the touch. i seem to be thinking too much. when the perrilous party panda fancies the ground where the weeds grow, i'll find myself looking for flowers from a forgotten fable there. look into my eyes. i barely feel them. people tell me they're pretty but i don't know what that means. they are deep and dark and blue not pink and soft and clean. i'm not either. redding radios, rainbows and rocks. railways and real ways and tables and socks.
Naruto nipped at his cigarette, sucked in a deep breath until it filled him up to his throat, until he chocked. Cigarette spat on the grey asphalt, he began coughing like an idiot, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
In between his heavy coughing, there was this faint low chuckle, god, he would recognize it anywhere.
He glanced, too embarrassed to face the dark hair man. Sasuke stood solemnly in front of him, arms crossed.
"Shut up." Naruto grunted, regained some of his composure, not that he really had one.
Hn, Sasuke tilted his head, his long bangs bobbing on his sides. Long sleeved shirt, jeans, boots, black everywhere.
Naruto drew back until he finally hit the wall, clumsily he leaned on to it. Sheepishly, he turned to face Sasuke.
Sasuke's eyes were fixated on him, cold, unreadable yet it calmed him, made him feel immensely warm.
How long has it been since the last time he saw him. Sasuke was as beautiful as ever.
"Shut up." Naruto repeated although Sasuke hasn't said a word.
The way Sasuke eyed him from head to toe made him oddly shiver despite himself. He briefly close his eyes in a daze for some reason before snapping them open again.
Sasuke wasn't there anymore, Naruto looked around in sheer panic.
"Sasuke. Sasuke!" He called over and over, at the top of his lungs.
"You look pathetic." The glassy timber echoed.
Sasuke leaned against the wall, smocking.
Naruto squinted. "You were over there", he tilted his head, too exhausted to gesture.
"Hm", Sasuke sipped at his cigarette.
Naruto stared at it, then at the ground.
"You took it." He sounded irritated for some reason.
"I did", apparently, was Sasuke's answer.
"That's fucking disgusting!" Naruto yelled.
Hands, dropped to his sides, Sasuke turned to him and smiled, warm, and almost sad.
"STOP DOING THAT, MOTHERFUCKER!" Naruto snapped, he launched onto Sasuke, took hold of his wrist and squeezed, forcing him to drop the already cold cigarette.
Sasuke didn't resist, he allowed Naruto to corner him into the wall, looking almost amused.
Naruto starred at him intently, unable to hide the pain and hurt in his eyes.
Sasuke held a faint smirk on his face, didn't budge an inch.
Naruto's hold around his wrists weakened and hiccups started to fill the silence.
Naruto sniffed, wiped his sneeze on his shirt and sneezed again. His whole body shook violently until it hurts.
Sasuke st himself free from Naruto's grasp and put a hand on his chest, for a second, Naruto though Sasuke was pushing him away but he didn't. Slowly the hand moved to his shoulder blades, to his neck, Sasuke caressed the hair behind his head, gently as if trying to comfort him.
Naruto stare at him through his tears.
Sasuke didn't show any kind of emotion, not that he'd expected anything. The next thing he knew, Sasuke had pulled him close, his head resting on Sasuke's shoulders. Naruto buried himself into Sasuke's nape, his lips inches away from the sensitive skin.
"Sasuke", Naruto called, continued to cry his eyes out.
"I'm here". Sasuke made a low chuckle.
"No, you're not Sasuke." Naruto muttered in between his hiccups. He kept on mumbling inaudibly and held onto Sasuke as if his life depended on it.
"Don't", Naruto felt a hand on his back caressing him, the other buried in his golden hair. "Cry." Sasuke sounded far off, sounded like he didn't belong to this world.