Kolors

09

Sasuke

Fourth of December

Sunday Morning

Each day I wake up to her. Sometimes its by the door holding her records that she wishes to play for me, other times she sneaks into my bed and takes the spot at my side. She had felt far too embarrassed asking me and after the first night she snuck in, I'd keep the door open for her. At some point I'd find myself searching for her in the middle of the night. Running my hand over the empty side wishing her warmth would suddenly infect my cold touch. All of these things I dare never confess to anyone, preferring to keep it locked away inside of myself.

"What if we went out for the day?" I ask her as she fiddles with the record player that has permanently become one with my rug. She refuses to put it on a drawer or desk, saying it looks better on the floor where she can sit beside it. Her lip twitches slightly.

"I think not."

"Why not?"

"Police men," she states.

"I'd be with you," Sakura shakes her head and I stick my tongue out at her. "You'd rather rot inside of my room all day than go play in the snow?"

"My place is in here," Sakura settles the record into the player and I lift the handle before she could play it.

"It isn't. You'd benefit from growing accustomed to the outside," she defies me by playing the record regardless of my stoping her.

"When I first met you, you weren't like this," she lays flat on her back and I follow suit. Our bodies laying from opposite ends, with our heads meeting. "you were mean. Terrible even."

"Yeah," I chuckle dryly. "I still am mean."

"You're sour. Like a grapefruit," She mentions randomly. "I had one the other night and thought it reminded me of you."

"Cause it's bitter?"

"It had made my lips pucker and just when I thought I might not like it, and should spit it out, it tasted sweet."

"You're losing it in these four walls,"

"You're like that large fruit. Pungent with a sweetness to you. Maybe I'm hungry?" She grins and turns her head to meet my eyes. I believe this to be the first time there are no visible bruises on her face. Healthy Sakura. "what about you?"

"If I'm hungry?"

"Yes and no," she states. "if I were a fruit what comes to your mind?"

"That's a ridiculous question."

"Is there not one kind that you could think of?"

"I don't eat many fruits," I admit. "I hate sweet things and am quite the picky eater."

"You don't eat vegetables?"

"Not unless I have to,"

"Is that why Naruto is bigger than you?" My neck stiffens at her question. "he eats anything and everything. He told me. You're much skinnier than him,"