WHATEVER.
The Appearance.
I never thought it would happen, you know? It all seemed like life was endless, but then boom. You're gone. All it takes is one shot. Humans are so fragile. They can't even protect themselves long enough to live till thirty. Well, I can't complain. I've took many lives myself. It happens, and there's nothing you can do about it. I do have to say… it's kind of nice to be dead. Kind of cool. You can be anywhere you want, anytime you want. You can do as you please.
And there I am, standing over my dead body, watching people pass with their expressions solemn and depressed. Putting a white flower onto my coffin or something. Oh, great. There's a flash of pink. There she goes, crying her eyes out. She doesn't even look up at me, bawling at the ground. Oh, and such a great day for my funeral. A sunny day, cloudless, the sky a perfect blue. It is kind of nice to be dead. Its comforting, to know that all those sayings of I will always be with you and I will never leave you even if I diecan come true. It's comforting to know that you will always be with the ones you love and care about. No matter how much of a shock it is.
It has been more than a week since his death, and Sakura never left her room. She refused meals, was sleep-deprived and absolutely speechless. Her parents tried to comfort her, but she would always ignore them, even when the door opens into a slight crack with her mother peaking in, trying desperately to convince her daughter to eat. But no. They don't understand.
He told me he would never leave me.
He promised me.
He promised me he would never leave me.
He broke his promise.
How could he?
It scared Sakura out of her skin as she thought about all those things they did together… and all those things they won't be able to do anymore… now that he's gone...
She muttered something under her breath, stifling a sob, she sniffled, her messy pink hair flopping onto her eyes, which have lost their emerald glow, and turned blood-shot and red. Her tear-stained face, once rosy and beaming, was now pale and glooming. She was still in her funeral clothing, a black dress that reached down to her knees. Sandals were lying somewhere underneath her bed. Sakura gasped for air, but her throat was clogged with a strange lump, and did not let the air in. She sniffled again, and lifted her head for her knees slowly as she looked out the window with red eyes.
"How could you, Sasuke?" She whispered, as a soft breeze entered her open window.
It was a cool summer day; a day when they would usually train or take walks together. It was July 16, the day Sasuke accepted her fan-girlish-ness, and asked her out. Naruto, of course, was outraged about the fact that they were dating, but the two ignored it, and the blonde received the usual monotonous dis.
Dobe. You're just going to have to deal with it, then. Muttered Sasuke with a mysterious smirk that made any girl fall over at his feet. Sakura was the lucky one… or the Chosen One as Ino would call her.
Flashback
It was sunset, and the sky was lit a crimson red, reflected in Sakura's eyes as she pressed closer to the man beside her, his strong arm around her waist. As she looked up at him with brilliant emerald eyes and smiled at the dark-haired boy with equally dark eyes.
"Sasuke?" She asked softly, looking up at him expectantly.
"Hn?"
"Will you ever leave me? Even if you die?"
Sasuke looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in question, though a soft smile spread his lips. This was so unlike Uchiha Sasuke. He was never so soft and gentle around others, not even around Sakura when they first met. For all he would do was that annoying 'hn' sound, which drove the girl insane at first, though she was driven by the ultimate desire to defeat Ino at something. She never even liked Sasuke, never in a life-time.
Her first impression of him was a self-centered, selfish, misunderstood, emo-like, sadistic jerk. He was always sitting in the dark, staring out the window, and whenever the teacher asked him a question, he'd always get it perfectly right. It seriously drove Sakura insane… this proud, uncaring, hot (yes, hot) strange creature, who was a genius.
Whatever made her opinion change? Well, let's see… (Yes, I know this is VERY unlikely of Sasuke, but com'n! It's a fanfiction! xD) he started hitting on her.
"Com'n, Sakura. You sound like a three-year-old talking to their dying pet."
"Yes, but animals can't talk, can they?"
Sasuke sighed.
"No, they can't. And to answer your earlier question, no. Not even if I die. But wait… how old are you again?"
"Sixteen… why?"
"Exactly."
End
For the first time in a week, Sakura opened the door, and exited her own little world of misery and pain. Stepping down the stairs, her bare feet sticking to the hardwood floor. She stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen, where her mother and father were sitting at the kitchen table, talking openly and with smiles on their face. They both looked up at their only daughter, and their expressions suddenly changed from happy to sad. Her mother (with the same pink hair) scowled angrily (and sadly, with the same temper and personality) as Sakura entered the kitchen, not even glancing at her parents. She opened a cupboard, took out a glass, and wasn't able to stifle another breaking sob. The glass slipped her hands, but thankfully, she caught it quickly, and put it down onto the counter.
Her parents watched with worried expressions, exchanging glances across the table. Her mother started to open her mouth, but Sakura was faster.
"No, mom. D-don't." She sniffled softly, staring at the glass, which reflected her depressed face.
Her father tried to join the conversation, but failed miserably.
"No, daddy. I'm alright."
She finally grabbed the glass, and stuffed it under the tea pot, where they, strangely, kept water. Draining the glass in few easy gulps, Sakura sighed, and put on a fake smile, turned to her parents, and nodded.
"I'm going out." She muttered shortly, and turned on her heels, before her parents could say anything. As she ran up the stairs, a thought lingered in her mind.
Sasuke wouldn't want me to cry my eyes out for the rest of the summer. I would have to stop some time around. Maybe some fresh air would help.
She didn't know how, but after a week of constant crying, she was thinking perfectly clearly. As she entered her room and rummaged through her closet, Sakura knew that Sasuke would probably be very happy with her.
"'My God!'" She imitated him under her breath. "'That idiot finally got out of the house!'" She giggled softly as she pulled on a simply red tee, and a black skirt. She could still mourn if she wanted to… silently.
Sakura turned to the phone after brushing her shoulder-length pink hair, and washing her face from itchy tear stains, and picked up the receiver absent-mindedly. Unconsciously, she dialed a random phone number, and waited.
In a matter of moments, a soft voice came on the phone.
"Ino?" Sakura asked uncertainly.
"Sakura?" A voice replied with the same tone.
"How're you feeling?" Sakura asked, sitting down onto her bed.
"I'm good… just came out of the shower, but more importantly, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine."
"You do know what fine stands for, right?"
Sakura chuckled. "Yes, Ino. I do."
"Good. Now don't make me repeat it again, 'cause I forgot what it was…"
Ino laughed, but Sakura stayed silent. Her gaze was driven towards the window, where a soft knock descended from. The glass still vibrated slightly, and Sakura thought she saw Sasuke's face appear in it and his mouth moved slowly with an inaudible message, but no sounds came from his lips. And just as fast as he appeared, he vanished, as if nothing ever happened.
"Sakura?" Ino's voice sounded anxious.
"Yeah?" Sakura replied, still staring out of the window, where raindrops started to bounce against the glass, leaving nothing but wet spots against the window. Unconsciously, Sakura pressed the End button on her phone, and walked towards the window. On it, with wet finger tips, someone had written the words 'I told you I will never leave you. Even if I die.'