#silverfield

I woke up to the sun shining dimly through my purple window curtains. For a second, a split second, I had forgotten the events of the night before. Still foggy from sleep, I rolled over in Johnny's arms, feeling my face go red, flustered, as I remembered our "activities". I buried my face in his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat while he still slept.He stirred slightly, his arms tightening around me as he buried his face in my hair. He stayed silent, both of us enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in each other's arms. After a few moments, he slowly blinked open his eyes, looking down at me. "Morning, Princess,""Good morning, my love." I placed my hand on his cheek, staring lovingly into his eyes. He turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss into my palm, his stubble tickling my skin. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he gazed back at me. "Sleep well, sweetheart?" His voiced is low and raspy from sleep, impossibly endearing. Gods, how is he so fucking beautiful? "Best sleep I've gotten in years." He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. His hand began to slowly draw patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing."That's good to hear. You need your rest, V." His eyes trailed over my face, taking in every feature as if committing it to memory. "Johnny..."

"Yes, my angel?"

"I love you." I whisper softly, like the words were a sacred prayer. 

"I love you too." He whispered back.

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Me with ai

Next stories song hehe

sai isn’t fazed,   but he does tell them that he’s never fought with a sharingan user before,   so he wouldn’t be able to tell either way.   maybe it’ll be fun;    or maybe it’ll just be repetitive.   fight,  survive,   kill,   repeat.

sai isn’t intimidated.   though then again,   that’s useless to say.   he doesn’t feel anything.   sometimes he thinks he does,   and he tries to put a name to it   —   sadness,   irritation,   maybe amusement    —    but that eventually seems moot.   it’s hard deciding anything when there’s no point of reference,   you see.   sometimes he just repeats it for the sake of doing something,   anything,   as the day pass.

he returns his attention back on kakashi-sensei.   yes,   that’s what naruto and sakura calls him.   sensei.   he is a teacher.   yamato-san was a teacher too,   sai thinks.   although he’s more of a leader than a teacher then,  wasn’t he ?    someone to keep the team in line,   to make sure naruto wouldn’t lose control.   that was the report sai had gathered anyways,   the observation he’d seen.

‘   that’s what they see me as,   anyway.    an attempt to fill for sasuke’s spot,   but i know i will never be him.    ’     he smiles then,   a sign to comfort.   that’s what he read smiles could do,   anyways.    among other things.    ‘    ...    i would still like to remain with them,   if i’m permitted.     ’

there’s so many things she doesn’t say    -    for so long thinking that she couldn’t,   or she doesn’t have to,   or that it hadn’t mattered.   maybe it’s selfishness too,   to rope her teacher into the only thing that’s come to tethered what’s left of team seven :    this ugly,  gut-wrenching guilt.   if she had failed to stop him,   then kakashi-sensei has failed to teach    -    but that isn’t true.   sakura knows it’s not true,   but reality is so,  so,  so hard to accept.

even now,   her knuckles turn white in denial.   naruto is working so hard out there,   growing stronger day and day,   and what is she doing ?   stewing from what she wants,   to how much it actually hurts from being left behind,   from being betrayed. 

stupid.   even after years  ———    she’s still that silly little girl needed protecting.

‘     it isn’t your fault.    ’     she finally admits,   like spitting rocks through her throat.   it hurts,   confessing that.   hurts thinking that,   in any capacity,   sasuke is to blame.   when he couldn’t have had any options;   when he left only because he thought it was the only way.   but sakura always knows about the trail of bodies he left behind  —   in shikamaru,  in kiba,  in choji,   in the rest of the boys,  and   ...   and in naruto.   she doesn’t bring that up.

‘    ...    you couldn’t have known.    not any more than i did,   or naruto.    ’