((After listening to @theglitchedsystem‘s recent audio of Dark, I seriously wanted to make this short fanfic, if I can call it that…It’s more of a one shot thing. Anyway, I wanted to write the thought process of the listener after all Dark had said.))
You stay silent for a moment, head hanging low as tears cascaded from your cheeks, glancing over to Dark’s hand upon yours. You did not want to believe that Mark, the man that had saved your life in the past, the man who went through all the trouble to make this date perfect for you, had used you…A part of you wanted to believe that Mark wanted to make this date perfect so that you did not want to regret dating him. But…the other part of you…that small part…told you that what Dark said was right. Mark acted like he cared more about the date than your own well-being.
Your mind continued to fight the conflicting thoughts as Dark’s words sunk in, swallowing the lump in your throat in the process, not wanting to sob again, but the leftover tears continued to fall from your eyes. All of this had hurt you so much to where you were furious. Not at Dark….but Mark….the man who you trusted, put your life in, had not cared in the slightest. After wiping away your tears from your eyes with your other hand, you clutched onto Dark’s, giving him an expression of hurt and anger, all the feelings of wanting to care gone from your eyes. And you answered his request with one simple word, “…Yes.”
The sunlight shining brightly in her eyes work her up. Her mind was still spinning, memories jumbled up, blood now pumping through her mind once more which caused a minor headache. Multiple stalactites dripped water from their tips high above, slowly but surely, watering the patches of grass near the pile of buttercups that she landed on.
Spisk, that was her name. Sure, it sounded… unique in a sense but she humbly accepted it as it is. Same for her clothing options too. A simple navy blue jumper with two purple stripes near the top and an image of a banana stitched to her upper right sleeve, some leggings that also matched the main colour of her jumper, mix matched socks, worn out shoes and black squared framed glasses. Her dark brown hair was in a low ponytail with some of the sides hanging out and a fringe that almost covered her right eye. In addition, her complexion was a bit more tan than the others back in her hometown, and her reserved nature didn’t stop the local bullies from pushing her deep into the mysteries of Mt. Ebott, that’s for sure. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, Spisk knew she would have to get moving sooner or later.
She was filled with determination…
Standing up, the young human took the time to scan her surroundings. Spisk was on top of a small hill, buttercups of many sizes were blooming and reaching for the only sunlight available. The grass was formed into a ring around the hill before cobblestone gradually took over the floor the further away the little mound was. There were a few pillars, taller than the normal trees that the surface had, held onto specific spots of the arched rocks so that it could not break down onto anyone who seemed to have passed by. A dark corridor was facing her, the only possible exit at the moment.
As she started to descend the hill, an unknown object tripped her over and causing Spisk’s nose to bleed a little from the impact. She groaned in pain, standing up once more and turning around to see that a large stick was the culprit of her injury. Another sigh and an eye roll later, she grabbed the temporary weapon and entered the darkness.
You wish for me to set you free, to watch you turn your back without a second glance and just let it be. I watched you rise, I watched you grow, always one step ahead of me. You seemed so untouchable, seemed so strong…seemed so alone. I wanted your eyes upon me, wanted to be acknowledged. To see the upward tilt of thin lips. that low glint in dark eyes that not many would ever believe to exist!
Set you free…
I should set you free…
You would not grow here, the haunting light of your soul, the glow of a moon that cast its brilliance upon a bittersweet night, a wandering soul. You do not belong here, even if…even if it had been your home. You’ve seen too much, you’ve bled too much. Konoha…she, my beautiful mistress. My pain and sorrow and the source of all my hurt, all my joy…she has taken too much from you.
It hurts! God, it hurts! the ever consuming pain that blankets your life like a terrible safety net. The shackles upon your soul that tethers you to earth and refuses to let you soar, let you fly free. How you crumble, pretend you’re strong…your dark eyes that now… never looks away from mine. Dark consuming abyss. the whisper of shadows and fury. The whispers of strength and denial…of carefully hidden weakness, that in its own right was your strength. The whispers of love, dangerous love, obsessive love…pure love.
I watched you fall.
It’s always raining. The sky will bleed to grey and the clouds lazily begin their journey to the unknown. There is alway the ominous rumble of thunder, lightning flashing in the distance and the scared thrill of birds that no sooner take flight. The storm is here, the storm will stay and perhaps, tear my soul asunder. Konoha is bleak, she mourns or, perhaps…it is I who mourns. The one who has lost his anchor and watches the world pass him by with distant blue eyes.
She asked me to marry her you know, she…I can not. It would be cruel, it is cruel. I have no heart to give, no kind word to spare. You have taken it all. Sasuke! You, it is you who I-
It always rains, because you are not here. Because you refuse to be.
Do you think me so weak?
Truly? that I would shatter from your touch, your being. That I would crumble to dust under the weight that is your soul, that is your making. I chased you to the ends of the earth! I bore the pain and hurt when you thrust your arm through my heart.
I cried for you! Wept, when every passing night I would understand the true meaning of alone. That you were no longer by my side, that you suffered… you suffered and I could not understand.
How could I not understand?!
Until I did.
They told me to give up on you, forget our sweet memories. abandon my love for it was false.
I love you, you know. I always did, I just never realised…until the night you truly stole my first kiss.
I should hate you.
I should! But I won’t! For just this one time I’ll be selfish! I’ll take what I want, I’ll let you see, let you feel!
I won’t set you free Sasuke! I won’t! I can’t!
Never ask this of me! it is too much…too raw.
I love you Sasuke, and even if it hurts, even if it kills me…I’ll always love you. There is no one else, you are my beginning and my end.
I am yours, as you are mine…two halves of a whole.
Why won’t you understand?!
Please! It hurts! It hurts…but I… Konoha is not your home, I would never wish that faith upon you. Even if I will forever remain in her cold embrace, slave to her will because it is so that I wish it. Even if I stay here if only to ensure that it is not you who she captures, bend to her will, like she has so many before you, before me.
Set you free, Sasuke?
Set you free my love?
Then I’ll ask only one thing…just one…
What is free?
What is freedom?
Hello @sasu-loves-naru , part two, Naruto’s pov as promised to you and anonymous.Hope you enjoy. Theme as per anonymous’ request is slightly frantic, don’t know if I pulled that off, but hope you like ^_^