The sun shone through the gap between Uchiha Sasuke's raised hands, and the stinging pain replayed that same sunny day. The injured boy's once tough and happy eyes were overflowing with sadness and despair.
They should already be enemies. If they insist on not being hostile, they should be companions that each other can rely on. Instead of being like now, clenching, embracing, and colliding with each other, holding on to the invisible threads of desire.
Crazy, maybe really crazy!
Conception: