Sakura pouted girlishly as she walked- almost tiptoed- across the bridge. She was 7 years old, balancing waveringly on the rail of the cement bridge, focusing on the frozen waters below. Her abnormally pink hair swirled around her face, clashing with her emerald green eyes as she looked up at the sky. It was cloudy and blotched with white, tiny speckles of cold snow flowing down gracefully. Sakura stopped walking, putting her arms down from balancing, and giggled happily to her companion.
"Sasuke-kun! It's SNOWING!" She jumped down from the railing, cheerfully twirling in the safe middle of the bridge, her arms outstretched to the sky. She watched her breath come out in puffs of swirling grey, evaporating into the dark night air. The young boy beside her shrugged, grabbing her arm. HIs black hair stayed in place as he ran, dragging Sakura with him, and he left the bridge area. She wriggled out of his grasp and stood where she was, frowning childishly at him.
"Sakura-- come ON." he said, continuing towards the row of houses ahead of them. The pink-haired child shook her head firmly.
"No!"
"Sakura--" Sasuke paused, annoyed. "We have to get to my HOUSE- Remember?? For Christmas DINNER." He spoke as if he was disgusted.
"If you hate it so much then why do you want to get there so fast?" She ran back to the river, not onto the bridge but the ice itself. She turned. "And whatcha got against snow anyways?" She skipped along, hopping from spot to spot on the shallow ice. The boy watched her for a moment and then turned toward his house, frowning as usual. He heard the crunching of snow and ice behind him as Haruno Sakura continued to play on the ice. He sighed as he thought of the worthless dinner ahead of him, Listening to his parents hail his older brother Itachi-- and their close friends, the Haruno family, agreeing with them. Even Sakura, the little Haruno girl that was his age, annoyed him.
"I'll tell your parents you said hi." He said grudgingly, hearing another loud crunch behind him as Sakura jumped. He sighed again and continued on his way, his own footsteps drowning out the sounds behind him. As Sasuke reached the main street, he turned, opening his mouth to yell for Sakura again. He paused, squinting, his mouth still open. He searched for his aquaintence, the sounds of her playful activities ceased. Subconciously, he called out.
"Sakura?" His voice projected far for a young boy, but he still heard no reply. He ran a little closer to the river, and stopped again, searching the ice. Finally, he found it. A dark spot.
A dark, wet spot.
A dark, wet spot with jagged edges- gurgling menacingly as a cold, white-blue hand reached up, grasping for a lifeline. Sasuke ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the hand, sliding to the edge and grabbing the tips of Sakura's fingers just as she slipped all the way under. He pulled, her wet hand sliding out between his grasp.
"Sakura!" He yelled, plunging his arm into the water and grabbing her arm, as he had earlier when he tried to pry her from the bridge. He pulled with everything he had, not willing to let her die. He paused at this point in thought- If she had been so annoying, why was he trying so hard to save her? In his hesatance, she slipped again, and he fished both arms in to grab for her. He fell in with, hair swirling in front of his face as he grabbed aimlessly in the water.
'Sakura..' his thoughts dazed, and he grabbed onto her arm, pulling her, pushing himself, up, up, up. He pushed her out above him first, and then climbed over the edge, his nonfunctional legs still dangling in the frozen temperatures of the river. He screamed, sobbing.
"Help! Somebody help her!" He had not noticed the tips of his fingers turning blue, he had not noticed his legs, nonfunctional. He didn't notice anything. He watched with wide eyes as a villiager came across the bridge and jumped down towards them. Sasuke snapped at the stranger as he pulled the rest of his legs out of the water.
"No, her first, help her.. help her..." He blacked out. When he awoke he was wrapped in a blanket, leaning against a post on the bridge as, out of the corner of his eye, the Haruno family took a crying girl into their arms. "Sakura..." He mumbled, and her green eyes caught his for only an instant before a thought struck him.
"W...where is my family? Where are they?" Everything was silenced. Sakura could not hear him. It was by chance that she caught his eye, walking away, hand in hand with her loving parents. It was by chance that she peered at him in that moment to see the deepest emotion he would ever feel. Rejection. He pushed himself to his feet, wavering for a moment as he looked around dizzily. Finally, as he leaned against the railing for support, he saw Itachi standing there, a menacing sneer on his face.
"So why did you save her?" He teased, heartlessly glaring at him. "Do you loooove Sakura-chan?" He chuckled and pushed his little brother on, Sasuke stumbling as he went. Itachi pushed him the whole way. It was convienent to the older boy that Sasuke was so disoriented, he didn't notice the blood. The blood, that was staining his shirt, working it's way through pores into HIS blood, HIS body, HIS chakra... it was his now to own and control. His eyes permanently fixated with Sharingan from that point on.
Itachi was the one to push Sasuke through the door as the boy stumbled over something.
"Oomph." The boy grunted, turning his head towards what tripped him. He was too weak to stand up again, although his older brother kicked him and growled at him.
"Get up." Sasuke's vision swirled dizzily as he stood, only to fall again. His eyes turned to what had tripped him as he'd walked through the door, and finally his vision cleared and adjusted just enough to realize what he was looking at. His eyes widened and Itachi cackled, his laughter booming through the house. The dark, empty house, whose residents had faithfully lived in it for generations. The Uchiha home. Sasuke blinked, tears being held in as he processed everything that had happened in the recent night. He opened his eyes again, his heart breaking as he bore into the dead eyes of the entity over which he had tripped. More rather, entities.
His parents.
A/N-----------------------------------------------------------
My first story back! Cheer for me! So that's it for the prologue. More of this confusing little tidbit will be explained, and these events have biiig consequences in my story plan. Tee-Hee. Eventually, I plan to make this a Christmas story. R&R!!
-Kounouri
"Sasuke-kun! It's SNOWING!" She jumped down from the railing, cheerfully twirling in the safe middle of the bridge, her arms outstretched to the sky. She watched her breath come out in puffs of swirling grey, evaporating into the dark night air. The young boy beside her shrugged, grabbing her arm. HIs black hair stayed in place as he ran, dragging Sakura with him, and he left the bridge area. She wriggled out of his grasp and stood where she was, frowning childishly at him.
"Sakura-- come ON." he said, continuing towards the row of houses ahead of them. The pink-haired child shook her head firmly.
"No!"
"Sakura--" Sasuke paused, annoyed. "We have to get to my HOUSE- Remember?? For Christmas DINNER." He spoke as if he was disgusted.
"If you hate it so much then why do you want to get there so fast?" She ran back to the river, not onto the bridge but the ice itself. She turned. "And whatcha got against snow anyways?" She skipped along, hopping from spot to spot on the shallow ice. The boy watched her for a moment and then turned toward his house, frowning as usual. He heard the crunching of snow and ice behind him as Haruno Sakura continued to play on the ice. He sighed as he thought of the worthless dinner ahead of him, Listening to his parents hail his older brother Itachi-- and their close friends, the Haruno family, agreeing with them. Even Sakura, the little Haruno girl that was his age, annoyed him.
"I'll tell your parents you said hi." He said grudgingly, hearing another loud crunch behind him as Sakura jumped. He sighed again and continued on his way, his own footsteps drowning out the sounds behind him. As Sasuke reached the main street, he turned, opening his mouth to yell for Sakura again. He paused, squinting, his mouth still open. He searched for his aquaintence, the sounds of her playful activities ceased. Subconciously, he called out.
"Sakura?" His voice projected far for a young boy, but he still heard no reply. He ran a little closer to the river, and stopped again, searching the ice. Finally, he found it. A dark spot.
A dark, wet spot.
A dark, wet spot with jagged edges- gurgling menacingly as a cold, white-blue hand reached up, grasping for a lifeline. Sasuke ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the hand, sliding to the edge and grabbing the tips of Sakura's fingers just as she slipped all the way under. He pulled, her wet hand sliding out between his grasp.
"Sakura!" He yelled, plunging his arm into the water and grabbing her arm, as he had earlier when he tried to pry her from the bridge. He pulled with everything he had, not willing to let her die. He paused at this point in thought- If she had been so annoying, why was he trying so hard to save her? In his hesatance, she slipped again, and he fished both arms in to grab for her. He fell in with, hair swirling in front of his face as he grabbed aimlessly in the water.
'Sakura..' his thoughts dazed, and he grabbed onto her arm, pulling her, pushing himself, up, up, up. He pushed her out above him first, and then climbed over the edge, his nonfunctional legs still dangling in the frozen temperatures of the river. He screamed, sobbing.
"Help! Somebody help her!" He had not noticed the tips of his fingers turning blue, he had not noticed his legs, nonfunctional. He didn't notice anything. He watched with wide eyes as a villiager came across the bridge and jumped down towards them. Sasuke snapped at the stranger as he pulled the rest of his legs out of the water.
"No, her first, help her.. help her..." He blacked out. When he awoke he was wrapped in a blanket, leaning against a post on the bridge as, out of the corner of his eye, the Haruno family took a crying girl into their arms. "Sakura..." He mumbled, and her green eyes caught his for only an instant before a thought struck him.
"W...where is my family? Where are they?" Everything was silenced. Sakura could not hear him. It was by chance that she caught his eye, walking away, hand in hand with her loving parents. It was by chance that she peered at him in that moment to see the deepest emotion he would ever feel. Rejection. He pushed himself to his feet, wavering for a moment as he looked around dizzily. Finally, as he leaned against the railing for support, he saw Itachi standing there, a menacing sneer on his face.
"So why did you save her?" He teased, heartlessly glaring at him. "Do you loooove Sakura-chan?" He chuckled and pushed his little brother on, Sasuke stumbling as he went. Itachi pushed him the whole way. It was convienent to the older boy that Sasuke was so disoriented, he didn't notice the blood. The blood, that was staining his shirt, working it's way through pores into HIS blood, HIS body, HIS chakra... it was his now to own and control. His eyes permanently fixated with Sharingan from that point on.
Itachi was the one to push Sasuke through the door as the boy stumbled over something.
"Oomph." The boy grunted, turning his head towards what tripped him. He was too weak to stand up again, although his older brother kicked him and growled at him.
"Get up." Sasuke's vision swirled dizzily as he stood, only to fall again. His eyes turned to what had tripped him as he'd walked through the door, and finally his vision cleared and adjusted just enough to realize what he was looking at. His eyes widened and Itachi cackled, his laughter booming through the house. The dark, empty house, whose residents had faithfully lived in it for generations. The Uchiha home. Sasuke blinked, tears being held in as he processed everything that had happened in the recent night. He opened his eyes again, his heart breaking as he bore into the dead eyes of the entity over which he had tripped. More rather, entities.
His parents.
A/N-----------------------------------------------------------
My first story back! Cheer for me! So that's it for the prologue. More of this confusing little tidbit will be explained, and these events have biiig consequences in my story plan. Tee-Hee. Eventually, I plan to make this a Christmas story. R&R!!
-Kounouri