You Get Me

xDelfin

Naruto slowly pushed the wooden door open, peeking in and finding him sitting up on his bed, as he stared out the open windows. The many shutters were pulled open wide and let the full-moon's light and cool nightly air grace the boy's features and let breathe the rest of the room.

Though through no visual acknowledgement, the blond knows that Sasuke had sensed his presence long before he made it to the door, so without caution, he closes it behind him and walks toward the bed, resting on it with one leg tucked beneath him.

"Can't sleep?"

"Couldn't you?"

"No," his gaze slipped down, near the floor beneath one window, his hand coming to rest on his stomach. "Kyuubi's churning my stomach. I feel his tails rubbing against my insides. But when I touch it... I only feel me." And he knew he wasn't just hungry. The sensation was far more irksome than that. "It's maddening." A hint of a nod was given, without Sasuke taking his darkened eyes away from the window.

"Is it Itachi?"

The Uchiha breathed in deeply, formulating his words before he spoke. "He's out there. I know he's somewhere far away, but sometimes it's like he's right behind me, breathing down my neck." The raven's voice remained wispy and distant, accentuating the distance and breath to which he was referring and loathing with every nerve in his body. "It's suffocating," he growled, an effortless scowl claiming his eyes. "I feel so..." he inhaled, whilst trying to find the word to fully encompass the severity of his anxiety.

Naruto helped him out. "Haunted."

Sasuke met his eyes. Blue flecks of his irises remained ever bright, even in the dim light from where he sat. Regardless of whether it was the sight or the reassurance of understanding it came with, Sasuke felt himself ease if but only a fraction.

"Yeah," he breathed, nodding then turning back to the evening.

And the warm, soft hand that made it's way around his neck after that, to rest gently on his shoulder, carried the feeling even further. Warmth easing the biting numbness. He brought his right hand up to meet it and thread his own fingers between those, welcoming the feeling.

"I know."

He gets me.