Chapter: Caught in the dark

O n e s h o t: blue eyes stay blue

Author: Hevlaska
Rating: 12 slash
Warning:[Slash], Shonen ai, drama, romance
Main pairing: NarutoxSasuke, SasukexNaruto

Beta: Neko_kiara: *

A u s c h n i t t:
I have to laugh as I think about myself. How stupid and naive I was. Fate taught me otherwise. And now I have my punishment. A lonely tear frees itself from the corner of my eye to slowly wander down my cheek - as if in slow motion - and its path ends, somewhere, in the darkness that I would never see again. And all of that was my own fault.

I d e e: This is one of my faces where just one sentence, a whole story, put in my head. It wasn't until I read the title of the book "Blue Eyes Stay Blue" that this FF came to my mind.

D i s c l a i m e r: As mentioned, the title is not my work. The rights to her belong to the author of the book. Only the idea that has nothing to do with the book is on my head. The figures appearing all belong to Kishimoto-sama.

W i d m u n g:
This Os is dedicated to several people.
I wrote it with a lot of love and at the beginning I was determined to end it all with a SadEnd. But since I'm one of many who love happy endings, I left it. It would have robbed me of sleep anyway. The order of the dedications is arbitrary.

Dedication 1: Neko_kiara
Because you're the best beta reader I've ever had. Thank you for your huge, really huge effort in helping the FF: "The Legend" Your choice of words is great, your fantasy as fantastic as my XD and your wealth of ideas helpful: 3 So a huge thank you to you too: *

Dedication 2: To the readers of Love Slave or a Rival.
I know it was so long ago and the stupid witch still hasn't written anything;) I know, I know, but that's not only the case with the FF. With everyone ... I'm just in a creative low and wanted something to come out of it, through this OS I hope I succeeded.

Dedication 3: To those waiting for the Os prisoners in the elevator
I know I said there would be a second part and I keep my promise. Unfortunately, it has to be delayed. Why? Well, more for private reasons, which I will also describe in the chapter.

B l a u e e n b l e i b e n b l a u

Caught in the dark

Perhaps one person's happiness is based on another's sacrifice.
But maybe it's also independent, even if you feel guilty about it. The lion has to eat the zebra to live and the zebra has to eat grass to live.
“Eat and be eaten.” Sounds harsh, but in this world all things are based on the sacrifice of something else.
The most important thing about this problem is not, whether one is aware of it and whether one can be grateful to the victim and reflect critically on it or not?Maybe this is the leeway to show consideration for others because ...
... one is too busy with life - and with oneself - ?!
"So life is!"
This is a sentence that often comes out of your lips in the face of a wide variety of life situations. My life is not like this ... it never was and never was. Just one fact completely changed my life. But exactly this little thing, where I first thought it was heaven on earth, later developed into pure hell.

I've always tried to forget the long years, but it didn't work out.
As well as?
He had made my life a torture, ruining it until there was no spark left. I was so desperate that I wanted to put an end to it all. But after long, useless moments of thought, I decided that I wasn't going to do him a favor. But after long, useless thought processes, I decided that I wasn't going to do him this favor. In those moments, however, I hadn't thought about who this favor would serve more. Would he miss me? Or rather me him?
Back then I would never have dreamed of ... who had become the victim of our love. It was only through this one thing that I realized how threatening people can become who have lost all objectivity to their own behavior.
It is often said: "Love is blind". If I had paid more attention to this proverb, I wouldn't be sitting here now.

I slowly raise my hand and bring it to the level of my chest and see… black. Yawning emptiness extends before my eyes and a bitter sigh leaves my grief-stricken face.
I have to laugh as I think about myself. How stupid and naive I was.
Fate taught me otherwise.
And now I have my punishment.
A lonely tear frees itself from the corner of my eye to slowly - as if in slow motion - wander down my cheek and its path ends… somewhere… in the darkness that I would never see again. And all of that ... was my own fault.
It started when I fell in love with him and ended here ...
Locked, desperate, hurt and in love.
I have now lost the light at the end of the tunnel, which was supposed to show me the right way. It is extinguished in the long path of equilibrium. I would never see it again.
My hands feel heavier and heavier with every movement. My eyes, closed and without light.
How long has it been since i saw you?
Three weeks or was it a month after all? I've already lost my sense of time, just like the hope of being released into freedom by you.
When everything was still in harmony, you whispered your dearest words to me and I knew you meant them seriously. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Ocean-colored mirrors.I can reflect all my heart in within. My own little ocean. "You kissed my eyelids and I felt like in heaven. And now. Now you have robbed me of this ocean.
You caught me like a bird in a cage. Can get up and move if you tolerate it, can eat and drink if you like.
If you could, you would forbid me to breathe and live too.
Just so I don't run away from you I can already see you in my inner eye, because you can't leave me more. I hear you go down the small, stony stairs into the forgotten basement of your apartment. How you open the doors of my prison with a tray in one hand and greet me softly. I'm sure you've put on that gentle smile again, how I'd love to see it. You put the tray down on a table not far from me, which gives me a metallic sound of the tray. You come towards me with targeted steps, kneel in front of me and look at me. I don't see you, just stare straight ahead, but feel your presence, your breath, your skin.
I shiver briefly when I feel your cold skin on my wrist, then I calmed down again because I know that you will not harm me. You slowly grasp my hand and bring it to your chest. Then I can still feel something from you. Your heartbeat, which beats faster and faster with my closer. But why? "Why are you tormenting me like that when you feel something for me?"
The hand on your chest is pushed up by you. I touch your chin with my fingertips, then your full and - as I remembered - sensual lips. You kiss my fingers and a small electric shock goes through me.
Then you let go of my hand and touch my face. A soft blush covers my face. What would I give to see you
Suddenly I realize that you have ruined my wish.
Took my eyesight away and I can never see your alabaster skin again. Your black onyxes that gleam joyfully at me. I would love to see my hands brushing your soft, jet-black hair and yet ... these are all just dreams I will never experience again.
Your fingers touch my lips. You stroke it gently with your finger.
Then you easily grasp my chin. You lean forward a little so that your warm breath brushes me. And then it happens. Inside, I widen my eyes because I realize that this is all real. That this is all really happening right now! That I don't just dream and wish for this. That you are really with me again and kneel in front of me.

You bridge the last distance to me and take possession of my lips. They are bigger than mine and they press against them demanding. With one hand you put gentle pressure on my chin and the fingers of your other hand bury themselves in my neck area.You seem slightly impatient to me as you direct me in your direction and increase your pressure on my mouth.
Just by your closeness and the wild manner with which you proceed, with the same stormy passion as every time before, my body begins to burst into hot flashes and the horror of before is as if forgotten.
Even though I'm already warm, my skin automatically heats up when you touch it. Even when you break up with me because it is difficult for me to breathe through my nose and concentrate on the kiss at the same time, I can still feel the nervous tingling on my lips.

You take my face in both hands and spread feather-light kisses on my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my chin, until you devote yourself to my mouth again. You gently suck on my lower lip and then use your tongue to pave your way between my lips.
A low sigh escapes my throat as our tongues meet and circle each other lovingly.
I know what kind of charms I have for you. "I know what feelings I have for you. But still ...
Can I just forget what you did to me? You gently separate our beautiful kiss. Nothing happens for a short time.
I am amazed that you usually just go.
But today…
I feel your gentle fingers on my cheek again. The ends of your hair brush my face. You are close to me, so close that my heart does not stand still.
Your lip nibble on my earlobe and when I don't pay attention, a moan escapes me. A hot shower flashes through you, which I also feel myself.
I can feel your hand sneaking under my shirt and caressing my dry skin. Then it wanders up and gets stuck on my bud. I gasp again and push my spine forward. Without really noticing it, you pull on my shirt and tear it off me. A small, light breeze pulls in from somewhere and my hairs stand up. Shortly afterwards it is you who elicits a gasp from me as your hot lips slide down my throat while two hands caress my chest and my book. All I have left is to put my head back to ease your game and to bury my fingers in the silky hair. With one finger I follow your upper arms down and feel a shiver