swallow people whole

note1: I hate canon Sasuke. He needs to die.
note2: I like violent Sakura. She's fun.
note3:ANGST. And repetition.

summary:Acid eyes, razor blade smiles and words like broken glass. Five more times he saw her, and five more times he wished he hadn't. This is not the girl you knew. -Sakura,Sasuke-


The first time he sees her is from a distance, and she is covered in blood. It's dripping off her hands, smearing her neck and soaking her hair. He can smell the death from where he's hiding in the trees, and it makes him sick. This isn't how it's supposed to be. The blood isn't hers though, not even close. This blood belongs to the pile of corpses she's sitting on, like a queen upon her throne. Broken bones and severed limbs surround her, and the only thing he sees is the smile on her face.

This is not the girl he knew.

...

The next time he sees her is when he's walking through the main gates, finally returning to a place he once called home. She's there in the crowd, watching. He thought she would be right next to him, like she always was, once upon a time. (A time where he was just a boy out for revenge and she was just a little girl head over heels in love. But now they've both grown up.) But she's not, and it leaves a hollow feeling in his chest. He meets her eyes and flinches, because her eyes burn. Because they both know too much and they both know things will never, ever, be okay.

This is not the girl he knew.

...

The third time he comes across her is in a club in Konoha's underbelly, and she is a beautiful disaster. Wearing a dress that's too tight, too short and it's too much for him to handle. She's surrounded by strangers, dancing like there's no tomorrow. She is sparkling, sparkling, sparkling. The strobe lights flash, the music pounds, and he's never felt more lost.

This is not the girl he knew.

...

The fourth time is only a few hours later. He's standing on the curb and she's lying in the street, drink in hand. Turning her head, she looks at him with heavily lidded eyes. Then she laughs and laughs and laughs. It makes him wince, for this is not the happy laugh he used to hear. This is a laugh of someone jaded and bitter and cold, who knows far too much about the world than anyone ever should. It reminds him of smiles and blood and death, and when she gets up and walks away, all he can do is watch her go.

This is not the girl he knew.

...

The last time he sees her is at a wedding. Neither of theirs, no. They are both too broken for that. She looks beautiful, hair pinned up in an intricate bun, wearing a green dress that makes her look like spring. He's wearing a suit, and he feels like he should be at a funeral. There is music playing softly and people dancing, so when she leads him away from his table and onto the dancefloor he doesn't protest. They rock gently side to side, his hands on her waist, hers resting lightly on his shoulders. When he quietly asks her 'Why?', she gives him a sad half smile. When she murmurs 'Because we could have been.', he feels like the heart he forgot he had is breaking. Their song ends, and she presses her lips to his cheek before walking away, never looking back.

This is not the girl he knew.

fin.


note4: Cookies to whoever knows the artist of my song title. (I have lots of song titles...)