Sasuke stares, watching a dark-haired woman laughing timidly beside a blond man. A bowl of ramen in between, one pair of chopsticks sticking out, two hands held together between the stools. Mismatched eyes unfocus, as the cloak billows in the cold snowy wind, dark hair matching the night sky. “So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? She thinks it's special, but it's all reused.“ Naruto feels the back of his hair stand, shoulders weighed down by the force of someone’s stare. He only catches a glimpse of a dark, sharp and pointed star stark against the blood red glow of a Sharingan, tears reflecting the lavender eye with rings, and a swish of inky strands. Felt like his heart was held firmly by someone who wasn’t there, instead here, gently cradled against the woman beside him.
Sasuke lets his feet swing below him on the branch, his other hand clinging on the branch, knuckles white from the force. The wood splinters, bending as intent eyes clouded, hollow, watches a blond man bring his lover, the one he is overly proud of, letting her guide him as his shadow. A hollow exhale, the rattling of it showing his complicated relationship. His nonexistent relationship.
Eyes closing, brows furrowing, and heart empty when he caught wind of the joke, his past memories getting erased and replaced by the sight of his lover, the one he can’t have, telling his joke to his new future. “Fuck.” he whispers, hand going limp as they sit side by side on the dock, feet intertwined, water sloshing gently around their ankles.
“That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.”
Naruto throws an arm around pale shoulders, feeling familiar strands of silky dark locks, leaning his nose closer, only to smell lavender. Disappointment buries itself in his gut, as he swallows. He offers a guilt-tripped grin to Hinata, the emotions not conveyed in his glassy blue orbs.
Rumbling, the ground shaking as lightning strikes down on the dock, their skin and hair raising in goosebumps, the wood singed with soot and embers. The water crackles, before dissipating, the couple jumping in surprise, slowly stopping in their steps. Rain pours seconds later, Naruto’s still form staring at the pond as they become drenched in rain water, Hinata’s insistent tugging a buzz in his ears.
“Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?“
Naruto opens his mouth, choking on a cry, mouth already forming the syllables before he snaps it closed in horror, the silent “Sas—” hidden and never to be heard. He stares at the dark purple hair clouding his vision, upper body pierced by rods. Unable to stop it, familiar pitch black hair and blue clothing flickers in and out of his vision, his chest filling in deep longing, realization hitting him like a truck.
“Do you call her, almost say my name? ’Cause let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same.”
Hinata croaks, in a quiet tone, “Naruto.” Her voice ringing in his ear like the deep rumble of his given name, soul clenching and aching for the other half that truly completes him, craving for the comfort and warmth that his shadow, not the one that follows timidly to him. He wants...the one that protects him from the darkness, the one that covers him in reassurance and trust. The one that supported him, that made him fight on his own two legs, to be strong.
Sakura settles beside Sasuke, hand patting him on the shoulder, letting the Uchiha lean his weight on her, as she stands firm beside him. She looks at the yearning gaze, the hopelessness seen in the mismatched eyes, the dim hope clinging on something he can never reach. Her two boys, light and dark, the sun and the moon, circling each other ever since, making her feel like an outsider to their endless chasing. She fondly sighs, frowning at Sasuke, the male’s heart broken to little pieces, barely holding on as his sun finds a new person to light up, a shadow replacing what he once were.
A shadow blindly looking for a light to chase.
Sasuke’s life is enveloped in eerie darkness, now that the sun couldn’t spare him light, letting another one brighten instead of him. The faint glimmer of the icy glitter never to be seen, no more eclipses, or revolving. No more declaration of how “He’s worth every mile between us.” or how “He’s the best thing that I’ve waited for.”
This is when she knew, that you could never have happy ever after. Her heart hurts for them, memories of them hiding their stupidly wide smiles, and faint flustered cheeks as they taunt each other. Sasuke once murmured when he was drunk off his ass, with red-rimmed eyes, for once letting himself be vulnerable. ”Waiting means nothing if someone already has your everything.”
“I hate to think that I was just your type.”
She hates it, as much as the man beside her, seeing the memory the two of them shared be used by Naruto. She hates seeing Sasuke break further, to lose the other half he has, and lose it to someone so similar to him, but not him. Her heart breaks, seeing and watching Naruto smile so widely and look at her like how he used to look at Sasuke, the love-filled gaze he only shown to dark eyes, not light ones.
Dark hair, fair skin, the same color palette, the same grace, half-smile, crinkle of eyes. Similar long, sleek fingers, and professionally done clothing, the very same movement, manners. Same pronunciation of Naruto. Both heirs. Both yearning for Naruto. They’re both moons, shadows, that surround the sun, the light, but only one gets him.
Sasuke chuckles, bending a little as he dances Hinata around the room, politely smiling at the bride. His eyes are guarded, his true emotions hidden by his ever present mask. She giggles high as the wedding bells mock him, the red lips stretching to a smile, gracing Hinata’s pale features, complimenting her and making her glow. He lets her have this moment, congratulating her with a sincere smile, telling her to protect him. (for him.)
Bright, blue orbs stare at dull, murky, black, as a pale hand guides another pale arm to a tan hand, fingers briefly gracing each other. Watching as the other half of the moon is given to the sun, the other half left in the dust. The far side of the moon covered in darkness as the sun lights up the other one with warmth.
Two foreheads met in between, lips closing the distance. But not Sasuke. Never Sasuke.
“Do you get déjà vu?”
inspired by: deja vu by olivia rodrigo. https://open.spotify.com/track/6HU7h9RYOaPRFeh0R3UeAr?si=81e6c4b108784b63 you can also listen to happier by olivia rodrigo as continuation. i recommend it. https://open.spotify.com/track/2tGvwE8GcFKwNdAXMnlbfl?si=7998ab2fbb5547f1 sorry if the words seemed repetitive. hope you enjoy my angst-y writing.