Dinner Date Angst Closed RP
"Nani.. What did you just say.." Naruto murmured, his voice a dark growl from his teeth. A shadow fell over his face, unable to look the Uchiha in the eyes. He continued to hold the boy in his lap. In fact, he was gripping Sasuke even tighter now, his nails curling around the fabric of Sasuke's shirt. Naruto began to shake. It was barely noticeable at first, until his chakra started to get stronger and more intense, his whisker scars darkening in shade, looking like tears of flesh across his cheeks.
His raw blue eyes had such an intensity to them that it was almost scary to look at them. "Don't you ever mention your death so calmly again.. As long as I'm breathing, you will go on breathing, dattebayo. I will make sure of that, even if I have to break every bone in your body to stop you from ending your own life." Naruto's eyes were darkening to more burning shades of fiery red. His pupils began to thin and stretch into slits.
He could no longer hold the Uchiha in his arms without worrying about hurting the boy. He tore free, curling in on himself as he felt fire consume his heart and lick up his throat until a frustrated growl turned into a rippling cry. Sharpened nails ripped at his own skin of his temples, hair thickening and becoming more mild. He was loosing control of himself.
"No.. Don't look at me. You don't want to see me this way! Lock yourself in my room. It will be better that way! Don't see me like this..Sa-SaaAAAASUUUKKEE!" He cried out again in the agony wracking his body. Arms stretched out to Sasuke, wanting nothing more but to hold the boy and try to take away his darkness that had wrapped itself around his heart. But he couldn't now. Just the thought of Sasuke taking his own life made rage fire up inside the Jinchurriki. His shaking arms pulled back to himself, ripping at his chest as if he could peel away the skin to relieve the constricting feeling inside of him. His breaths became ragged and heavy. He curled in on himself, clutching his stomach and panting, his other hand ripping at the floor, creating claw marks in the wood.
"Don't see me when I'm this weak." He said, his voice a snarl, but you could find the weakness in it. He could control it with great concentration.