Title: Falling Up
Summary: The truth is, I would do anything for him. Even if it meant dying for him. Even if I had to lie, not only to him, but to myself as well. Even if it meant helping him get the girl of his dreams. Even if that girl wasn't me. —GaaraSakura.
Rating: T - language, drug use and violence.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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I'm stronger than this. I know I am. But why did I have to fall in love with him of all people?
"Yeah, I know there are plenty of fish out there in the sea. But I want that fish."
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Sakura POV
Hi. My name is Haruno Sakura, and I'd like to get to know you.
"Bye, otou-san." I muttered at the door, my hand gripping the knob, before I left and headed for school. I didn't want to wake my father up, or else he'd get angry. I think he was laying on the couch, drunk. Whatever. I'd have to deal with him later.
As I slowly strolled on along the sidewalk, my knee-length skirt ruffled in the cool breeze. The morning chill nipped at the sensitive skin of my face, and I scrunched my nose, displeased. My long hair whipped behind me, and it was sure to be a wild mop by the time I entered class, so I pulled it into a messy bun. I tightened my blazer around my torso, trying to keep myself warm. I was not a person who could handle the cold. I'm the kind of girl who is more fond of spring.
I winced a bit as I accidentally brushed my clothes against a fresh bruise. I reminded myself that I was an idiot to forget to ice it. When, where, and how I got the injury is another story. Frankly, I don't have the guts to tell it. I'll heal it later. Eventually. I had no time, since I had to hurry for school. The soft contact my messenger bag made with my hip as I walked with a pep in my step soothed me. It was a nice day, with the sun shining, even though it was a bit too cold for my taste. I was feeling oddly calm, and a bit bubbly. I shouldn't second guess these things. I don't like complaining when I'm in a good mood. Why I'm in a good mood anyways is beyond me. Yesterday was not my day.
"This will be forever engraved into my memory." An enigmatic voice whispered into the frisky, autumn air. I blinked and turned my head into the direction of where the noise came from, and unintentionally blinked with recognition.
Everything he said was a mystery within itself, as it held connotations and implications of the like. I could barely keep up with him. He was dazzling, with his disarrayed spikes of crimson tresses swaying with the wind and those piercing jade eyes that were rimmed with, what I assume, sleepless nights and kohl outlines. He was so close, yet so far. His physical appearance shocked me, because he had to be the most handome man I have ever seen; around 18 or so. I was simply walking pass the park, on my way to school, when his shock of red hair caught my attention, along with his unconsciously said, I believe, words.
I wanted so badly to speak to him when I laid eyes on him. He just screamed all kinds of interesting. I mean, sure, he was a looker. But he seemed like he had a personality worth associating yourself with. Plus, he was wearing the Konoha Academy uniform, so he obviously was attending my high school. I wondered if he was lost? Would he take the time to walk with me?
I wanted to make light conversation with him. His aura made me curious. So I did, with much appreciated enthusiasm. I would have found myself to be annoying, since he looked like he wished to be alone. But I barely made an effort to hold myself back, since my curiosity was too strong to break. There was something about him that drew me in. Maybe it was his quiet demeanor, how he acknowledged nature with a hint of a smile, his unnatural beauty, or how he managed to look graceful, even though his posture was slumped lazily on a bench. But I think it was the sadness that radiated from his very being. He made me want to cry with the way he wept; the way his seafoam irises were glazed over with unshed tears and a dull sort of emptiness. It was the worst way to grieve for whatever he was so hung up on. I'd ask him if such a blunt question wasn't so rude on our first encounter. I'd like to think that I'd have more chances to talk with the fellow, mind you.
"Hey there!" I said, with a hesitant grin, waving in greeting.
"Hello." His velvet voice replied after a short silence, surprised by my outburst.
My heart skipped a beat, for reasons unknown, and for questions I could not answer. I was confused as to why he had me at hello.
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Uwah. Do you guys like it so far? It's kind of unorganized, but I'll try to elaborate more in the next chapter. Reviews would be nice :3