A/N: Set in Sasuke-chan's poor perspective. x3
The re-write of 'Gagging, Spitting, Still Breath Failing', but I decided to repost this as a different fic since they're essentially 2 different takes on it; this version's got 2x length, humor, and emotional intensity. :3
Please tell moi which version you liked better! ;D heart
Breath Failure
Sometimes it’s weird; suddenly, things just don’t seem to matter. The rain’s cold and fierce as it dashes your skin so fast; like if it could just go fast enough, you’d melt off into a puddle onto the floor and never move from being just that ever again: a blur that passes and goes without anyone noticing.
But when you start sinking into that eerily pleasurable feeling, suddenly its like some merry friggin’ daisy got shoved into your throat; even as you’re forced to gag and bite down the damn thing, you can’t seem to make your jaw unhinge enough to let it go. Its ridiculous. It really shouldn't be this hard.
Still, for some reason you find yourself still inhaling the noxious perfume of your lawn for a longer extended period of time than you should be allowing yourself to be knocked into this state; gagging and about as close to the verge of choking as any Uchiha's ever gone as you try not to swallow down dozens of pollen seeds with one too-sharp breath--
--suddenly the clenching muscles of your throat and lungs that are protesting and struggling until your face turns purple stop; can’t remember why you couldn’t ********’ remember your nose. Yes, Uchiha, you have a nose; so relax, and stop trying to ******** choke when all you wanna do is taste the damn daisy anyway, dammit.
Wait. Your eyes widen abruptly, forgotten daisy dangling from your half-open mouth, a trail of drool hanging unceremoniously out of it.
Not…not that you like it.
Wh-why the ******** is it in your mouth, anyway?
Snapping your mouth back shut and grunting in one hasty male-Uchiha-dignity-saving-move, your perfect black Uchiha eyes dart anxiously from side-to-side, to make sure no one has witnessed your momentary slip-up from acceptable Uchiha-perfection--and with your perfectly mastered (Uchiha) glare, of course, just to make sure they keep quiet about it if they have.
Then suddenly try not to choke on the taste of rain and grass buttery ******** sunshine of your lawn.
...Right, that stupid daisy.
Licking the inside of your mouth quickly, your eyes unconsciously flash with pleasure; then the briefest flash of mortification, hastily nudged aside with forced irritation as you wonder if spitting will wash out the taste. Things you like too much tend to make you feel out of control, and then you feel antsy. Naruto used to say you were like a girl that way. (You still haven't come up with a comeback for that.)
Hastily you spit it out--perhaps a pace faster than was wholly necessary for a perfect Uchiha as yourself who does not nearly choke to death via the very unpleasant route of asphixation/suffocation because you were too distracted by the taste of some ********' flower to remember you had a nose...no, never. Certainly not three minutes ago.
You wipe your mouth hastily on the back of your sleeve before the thoughts can take too much of an annoying turn and turn away, not looking at it as you hear it land on the sidewalk with an unceremonial splat. You don't twitch, or wince without quite knowing why either.
...Stupid daisy. It had it coming to it for messing with your head in the first place.
You walk away, hands in your pockets. Nope. That...didn't happen.
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