Whispers In The Dark

A Bloody Kiss Goodbye

Sasuke stared at Hinata as she stood with her father at the Hokage's funeral. Naruto stood with Iruka, face passive while Konohamaru cried beside him. When Hinata struggled to run for Naruto as the blond fell from the fatal height, he had tried to make her stay. She was tired and injured not to mention that Gaara could still hurt her. She grew mad at him, "Naruto-kun's our teammate, isn't he?! We can't just leave him!"

She left his side soon after. Sakura, who had been carrying Shino on her back, tried to make him stay, "Let her go, Sasuke-kun. She chose to run to her possible death,"

He had glared at her, "Shut up! Mind your own business!"

It took him a few seconds to reach her and he heard her from behind the shadow of the trees, "...With him, I see the world colored by the sun. With him, I found a home..." He didn't wait to hear more. His heart hurt and his eyes burned as he shed tears as he ran from what can only be her confession. He hated this and at that moment, he hated her...

Why is it always Naruto?

Why?

Wasn't Sasuke enough? Wasn't Sasuke important to her?

As the rain stopped and they all walked home from the funeral, Sasuke evaded his team and headed to his home. He stared at the white lilies in his garden. His hands tightened in rock hard fists until his nails dug into his palms, making them bleed. He sneered, "Love...is pointless..."

His hands flashed with familiar signs and he breathed in deep before blowing a large fireball, larger than any he had ever made as he let his frustration and anger out upon the innocent flowers. He glared at the pyre of his broken heart and couldn't stop the manic laughter climbing his throat. As he laughed and cried, he sat on the ground to stare at the flames and in his mind, saw Hinata training her Juuken. She moved like a dancer, hypnotizing him and he laughed, "This love...it's like fire...hell fire..."

He absentmindedly formed new hand sign sequence, whispering, "Dark...fire,"

He breathed his creation made from a love scorned; Katon; Jigoku Honoo.

Flames so dark and bloody red its black blazed out of his lungs and onto the golden flames. It ate away at the white lilies and Sasuke's black eyes swallowed the sight. He imagined Hinata within the embrace of the black flames of hell. He smiled, "Beautiful..."

He imagines her writhing, chained and cloaked in nothing but his flames.

His throat felt dry as his desire mounted...

She may not want him but he...

Sasuke blushed, imagining kissing more than her lips, "I want you. I will baptize you in my flame. I will cloak you in my passion. I will embrace you within my personal hell. This pain...it meant that you are already mine, isn't it?" He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around his own body, his face flushed as his eyes grew darker than the abyss at imagining the things he yearned to color her with.

His pure white lily...she won't remain pure white for long...he will color her with his color, making her his in every way and in every form. She has no choice. He won't give her that choice. Naruto might have grown stronger than him now but he still has time. He will bid his time and grew beyond that idiot blonde's reach. But first...Itachi has to go...

He rubbed his neck, his mind made.

"Orochimaru...it seemed that I will have to play your game after all..."

Naruto frowned at Jiraiya, "At this time, really?"

Jiraiya shrugged, "There're things you need to know and it will be safer to talk about this matter while on the road. Konoha...has too many eyes and ears,"