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Me thinks (because finals are coming up, because I am a masochist, and because it is that time of year) I'll be climbing aboard that holiday drabble meme. You know the drill. Gimme a concept/characters/pairings/whatnot and I'll see what I can do. Series are (in no particular order and prolly missing a few) Naruto, X, Yami no Matsuei, Puchi Puri Yuushi (for the obscure), Shamanic Princess (for the more obscure?), Saint Seiya, and, ah, hell. Toss in Fruits Basket. I'll give that a shot. Will try to get these done in a timely manner this time around, too.

Well. Here goes.

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Sasuke’s tongue scraped the top of his mouth as he fell back against the tree trunk. He tasted dirt. He coughed, hard, and spat out a mouthful of muck and blood as he felt the fangs retract. He could barely see the darkness creeping out of his skin, splintering into the whorls, making the lazy retreat up his arms and across the bridge of his nose, where the strands of hair that hung there had gone black again, and his eyes were tearing--Naruto had flung mud into them. Smart move. Surprising from him. Then again, he always knew how to turn things around.

Naruto. Naruto was there. Sasuke was aware of it, but he couldn’t see, could barely move. His entire body felt like one raw wound, bandages peeled off and stinging against the cool, filthy air. Naruto. He knew he was there. Knew it knew him him of course he knew him. That moron. But. But his mind didn’t seem to want to make sense anymore. He knew the weight that fell across him, a moment later. Something stank of blood and he could feel something soft against his lips, and he knew it was his hair, it smelled like ashes, and more filth. It tasted like Naruto, still moving, still alive--naturally. Didn’t know when to fucking stay down-- Sasuke cracked his eyes open enough to see, and he met the bloody eyes of a beast that was Naruto, too.

"…Huh," He heard his own voice whisper. Crackling like paper thrown over an open flame, eaten away at the edges, crumbling into soot. He knew soot already. It was only all around him. "…I wanted to fight you."

"Heh," White teeth flashed near his throat, and Sasuke thought that would be it. They looked shiny and pale and wet. "You know…Me too."

Sasuke somehow found the strength to wrap his hand in Naruto’s hair.

"Shut up and kill me," he hissed, the words seemed to break and splinter in his mouth.

Naruto laughed, blood and spit on blistered lips. "No thanks," he croaked. "You’re an idiot."

And Sasuke knew he was right.