Infatuated [Modern!Sasuke Uchiha]

He wouldn’t smile. He never did. And you always wondered what was going on in that brain of his. His eyes were always so focus, although most times he would just stare off into the distance. You couldn’t place your finger on what it was about him, but something about him just made your heart sing. When you would see him, your insides became warm and a swarm of butterflies tickled your stomach. Love at first sight? Of course not. Infatuation at first sight? Yes. He was always distant, always staying away from the others, even when they called to him, he wouldn’t acknowledge them. Yes, you wondered what went on behind that mess of black hair. You wondered why it looked as though sorrow was deep planted in those onyx pools you could drown yourself in. Occasionally you wondered different things – like how he got his porcelain so smooth? But mostly, you just wondered what went on inside his head.

Except – he wasn’t even your friend. You knew him, but he was just an acquaintance. Someone you bumped into in the hall, said ‘sorry’ and then quickly continued on your way with a light dusting of pink on your cheeks. He was the one who got to witness the idiocy of you and your friends from afar. If you were ever in a group, you usually stayed quiet while he and the others chatted and you nodded in response to questions. He was the one who only got to hear your voice if you were presenting something to the class. You had never had a privet conversation with him before. You didn’t want to. Not only would you get death threats, but you felt as though it would make you seem desperate, like you were a fan girl.  But in fact you were far from it, you were infatuated with him. But you wouldn’t miss lead yourself to the delusion it was love! You had better sense than that.

Still, here you were again – tailing him after school, pretending you were just going the same way, your eyes just peering over a book to see his shoes.  They were nice shoes, you had to admit. They were dress shoes, of course to match the school uniforms, tailored, black and shined to perfection; you knew they were probably Gucci or some sort of highly expensive Italian leather. You’ve always wondered where his family got their money, you knew they owned lots of companies but you always wondered where it started and what exactly they did. You expected him to take the left off the school grounds that lead to the park, where he normally liked to sit until well after you were supposed to be home. But this time he took the right. To the right was a narrow road that lead to the winding back roads that hardly anyone used. Still, you followed, seeming so enticed in Pride and Prejudice that you could make up the excuse that you had taken a wrong turn in your walk if he discovered you were following him.

He kept straight down the road, never turning until he reached an entrance with stone pillars and gargoyles. The cemetery.  You were tempted to follow him right in, but how could you make the excuse then? How does one unintentionally go to the cemetery? You sighed and walked straight, but after he disappeared in the mess of trees surrounding the cemetery, you climbed the wall and landed in some bushes on the other side. You hid behind trees, slowly creeping your way to him. When you found him, he was lying between two graves with a hand on each and blankly staring up at the leaves of the large, sprawling tree above him. Or maybe his eyes were closed. You couldn’t tell. You watched him, but all he did was lay there. His breathing steady. After an hour, he got up, whispered something to the graves and walked away. You watched him go; his arrogant heir and mystery disappeared with slumped shoulders and his hands shoved in his pockets. After he was well out of sight, you walked to the graves.

Mikoto Uchiha                                                                        Fugaku Uchiha

Loving wife and mother                                                          Loving husband and father

“These – must be Sasuke’s parents,” you muttered in bewilderment.You moved to the next the grave, Uchiha,then the next, Uchiha. Uchiha, Uchiha, Uchiha, Uchiha, Uchiha. It was an entire section of Uchihas. Then you realized something. “They – they all have the same death date. How is that –”

“My brother killed them all,” said a voice behind you. You squealed and turned, staring right up into the face of the boy you were infatuated with.

“S-S-S-S,” you stuttered, stepping backwards. You swallowed, trying to moisten your dry mouth. “Sasuke.”

“He and I are the only ones left.” Although sorrow filled his voice, his onyx eyes locked on you with a glare.

“I – I’m sorry – Sasuke,” you said sympathetically. He grunted then turned his back on you and walked a few paces before stopping again.

“What are you doing following me anyway? I’ve known you’ve been doing it for a while. No one in that interested in those crappy books the school makes us read.”

“Hey – I actually liked 1984 and Fahrenheit 451!” He shrugged and looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Whatever. You’re just a fan girl that I don’t need. So go away.” You stared, shocked, at him. You weren’t a fan girl and were highly offended to be called that.

“For your information, boy,” you said bitterly, “I am not a fan girl. I hardly know you!”

“They don’t know me either, girl, and they’re still fan girls. You follow me. What other conclusion am I supposed to come to?” You bit your lip and clenched your fists until your nails dug in.

“I’m not a fan girl,” you whispered, looking at the ground. “I – you infatuate me.”

“What?” Sasuke turned to you, then strode over to stand right in front of you. Looking up at him, you blushed and looked away but a hand under your chin made your gaze return to him once more.

“Y – You infatuate me, Sasuke. Y – You’re interesting – to watch from afar anyway. We’ve gone to school together for a while, and we’ve never spoken but you always seem so sad, so focused. Always looking at something metaphysical in the distance, but never showing what. I don’t know you very well, Sasuke, you make me curious.” Sasuke seemed relatively amused at your response,

“Curious? What kind of curious?” he asked and tilted his head to the side like a questioning puppy.

“I – uh – I can’t help but wonder what goes on in that brain of yours. I always wonder what makes you so appealing to every female you pass. – What causes the sorrow that lay behind your eyes, what keeps you distant from those around you. You’re one big puzzle, Sasuke. One I can’t seem to crack. However, now I see your sorrow and you have my condolences and –”

“Shut up and admit you love me, you stupid girl,” Sasuke said suddenly, and leaned down to kiss you. Your eyes widened, then you kissed him back. When he pulled away, he said something that sounded suspiciously like Ed’s proposal to Winry: “I’ll let you into my life, if you let me into yours.”

“What do you –”

“I think about you,” Sasuke interrupted, and cupped your cheek with his hand. “I used to only think about getting back at my brother for killing everyone. I used to only think of my parents and what I was missing out on. And then you appeared, coming in from another of the high school’s feeder schools. You were like – a breath of fresh air, and your beauty has progressed and bloomed these last few years. I don’t get to hear you talk very much, or see who you really are except for when you’re with friends in class. Even then, you sit in a bubble with a shell that blocks you from everyone else. I don’t understand it, really. So normally when I’m by myself I think about you. I guess I – I’m infatuated with you as well.” You stared at him, did you have the right Sasuke Uchiha?

“Are you sure I’m talking to the right Sasuke Uchiha?” you questioned, tilting your head as he had. “You don’t seem like the kind to –”

“Let down my guard? Only with you, _____.” Your name sounded musical rolling off his tongue, it sounded soft and sweet; all traces of harsh tones gone. “I’ll let you be infatuated with me, if you let me be infatuated with you.”

“We can be infatuating together,” you say, “how about that?” Sasuke smirked then leaned down and kissed you.  You chuckled and pulled away some. “I guess that answers that,” you muttered and then went back to kissing.