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the New Year on Fire
I’m not gonna lie. I had a hell of a time with this one, and I had
to rewrite it entirely. But I really want to thank you @ninjaprocrastinator10 because I ended up really liking the final
product, and it’s not something I would have thought to do without
this prompt. That said, I somehow ended up writing a canonverse fic,
which is not AU at all?? Sorry about that. >.> I really hope
you enjoy this piece anyway!
sister taught him how to make a few fancy drinks, and now he thinks
he’s a bartender. Half of the rookies are drunk on some flaming
cocktail with a ridiculous name, and Sasuke has had one too many to
muster an appropriate level of disdain.
he’s a little distracted, because Sakura keeps stealing glances at
him. Sasuke can feel
looking, but every time he tries to catch her at it, she’s already
Sunday, he’s setting out to do some good in the world, to seek
absolution he probably doesn’t deserve.
is leaving the village in a week, and Sakura hasn’t spoken to him
since he shared this news. She wants him to stay, but she’s too
selfless to say as much. So now they’re dancing around one another,
not-talking their way through their last days together.
nudges Naruto with his elbow. “Is Sakura mad at me?”
laughs so loudly that Ino turns around to look at him, as if he just
heard the most hilarious joke. Sasuke is certain that he didn’t say
many of those did you drink?” Sasuke asks. He can feel a frown
pulling at his mouth, but he doesn’t mind. Naruto deserves
judgement for getting so plastered (not that he’ll feel it in the
morning, with his jinchuuriki constitution).
more than you!” Naruto says. “And of course she’s not mad.
Sakura-chan gets it, yanno? She understands that this is something
you’ve gotta do, but—”
what?” Sasuke asks.
shrugs, like the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “She
just doesn’t want to be left behind again.”
is wasted, too loud and too tactile, so Sasuke hides in Kiba’s
room, nursing his third awful cocktail. Maybe if he drinks enough, he
won’t notice all the boisterous people around him.
floor of Kiba’s room smells exactly like Sasuke expected it to: wet
dog and unwashed clothes. Not exactly pleasant, but it’s better
than braving the living room full of strangers who should’ve been
covers his face with his (only) hand and tries not to think of
Itachi’s kaleidoscope eyes. The impossible red of his mother’s
blood on a katana blade. Shadows that follow and envelop and smother
Sasuke, until he’s drowning in darkness—
Sakura. She stands in the doorway, light from the hall spilling
around her, soft and golden.
Sasuke says. “M’fine.”
hasn’t been fine
so long that he isn’t sure he remembers what it feels like, but the
answer to that question has become too routine to change.
doesn’t push for an honest answer. Instead, she walks into Kiba’s
room–taking careful, deliberate steps, as if it’s demanding all of
her focus not to stumble.
you drunk?” he asks.
settles next to him on the floor, close enough that he can feel the
warmth of her body. “We’re all drunk,” she mumbles.
isn’t. At least, not drunk enough to forget that Sakura still wants
him, still loves him. She said as much the day that he and Naruto
battled, and he was such a coward that he met her truth with lies.
doesn’t feel so cowardly now. “This won’t be like last time,”
hopes that she knows what he means.
must understand, because she whispers, “It just hurts, Sasuke-kun.
After all this time, I thought I finally had you back. And now you’re
leaving all over again.”
makes a quiet, choked sound, and Sasuke wishes he hadn’t said
anything. He hates making her cry, and he’s done it so many times.
grabs at his loose left sleeve—a bit too roughly, and the fabric
pulls at the tender skin of his stump. She shakes her head, the
movement so vehement and exaggerated that Sasuke almost smiles.
say you’re sorry. Not for this. You should go if that’s… if you
need to leave, you should go,” Sakura says. She’s rambling, her
clear voice muddled by drink, tripping over her words. “I’ll be
all right. Last time, when you left me—left us—it felt like I was
falling apart. Like you took a piece of me with you, something I
really needed, and without it, I couldn’t…”
trails off. Maybe she lost the rest of her thought; or maybe she just
doesn’t want to share it with him.
I was okay,” Sakura finally says. “And I’ll be okay when you
isn’t able to say it, though, and that’s exactly why he needs to
go. Because he isn’t the man Itachi wanted him to be; he isn’t
the man that Sakura deserves. Not yet.
has to help heal the world that he damaged with all his wrong
choices. And maybe, if he works hard enough, he can start to heal
pulls Sakura closer, kisses the top of her head, and breathes in the
sweet scent of her hair. Sasuke loves her, and when he’s ready to
come home, he’ll tell her so.