You Complete Me.
A/N: This is my first fic ever, so be nice and review nice. This was just a spur of the moment thing, but I have the entire story already planned, so if you like it I will continue. I'm not sure if this fic will be R or not, but I've rated it so, just in case. Woo, just re-edited this chapter (4.30.2004) for your reading pleasure. ^_^ Now onto re-edit the other chapters...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Naruto. I'm just borrowing them for my story. I also don't own the song "Shame", which belongs to Stabbing Westward.
Part 1. Shame. By bleedformeee
/I'm wandering 'round confused
Wondering why I try
The more that you deny my pain
The more it intensifies.../
Sakura closed the door behind her and pressed her forehead against it while she sank low to the floor. It was late. Instead of going straight home after taking leave of the rest of team seven, she had wandered the streets of Konoha by herself. She picked herself off of the floor. 'Why do I keep doing this to myself?' She thought. This was not the first time she had stayed out late thinking about him. But this night was different and she knew it. It was July 22nd- the day before Sasuke's eighteenth birthday, and he would be leaving soon.
/I need someone to ache for me the way I ache for you.../
"Ugh, I am such a loser." She told herself as she walked towards the kitchen to scrounge up something to snack on. 'Normal girls my age have actual boyfriends, instead of just stupid little crushes,' she thought as she pulled open the refrigerator. Even Ino had finally realized that Sasuke was never going to come around and gave up on him. Since then Ino and Sakura had been on much friendlier terms. Sakura took one look at the contents of the refrigerator and decided that she wasn't very hungry after all. The refrigerator contained only a few rotting vegetables and some leftover ramen that Naruto had left behind the night before. "I'm sick of this independence thing. I should have never moved out when I turned eighteen. I can't even keep my refrigerator well-stocked."
She walked down the hall to her room and once there paused to look at herself in the mirror. Puberty had been decent to her. She had grown into her big forehead. Her short pink hair had grown long and fell delicately over her shoulders, framing her face. Her flat body had filled out nicely and her new curves often got her looks from the opposite sex... but not from him. He barely seemed to notice. After all, she was still the same old Sakura. Aside from her curves and her longer hair, she was still rather plain looking.
/If you ignore that I'm alive
I've nothing to cling to
I stare in this mirror
So tired of this life/
She shrugged off her clothes and climbed into bed. She stole a look at the most recent picture of team seven sitting on her nightstand as she opened a drawer revealing her paint set and the canvas she had been working on recently. She lifted the canvas out and stared at the partially painted wreck. 'I have to finish it tonight. He'll probably be gone tomorrow,' she thought as she pulled out her paints.
/If only you would speak to me or care if I'm alive
Once I swore I would die for you
But I never meant it like this
I never meant like this
No I never meant like this/
It was early morning before she finally put down her brush. She wasn't completely satisfied, but this would have to do. She put her work away and turned off the light. As she leaned back, she closed her eyes and let exhaustion claim her. However, she did not sleep soundly, because she dreamt about Sasuke.
/I don't know if I'm real without you
What is left of me without you?
I don't know what's real without you
How can I exist without you?/
A/N: This is my first fic ever, so be nice and review nice. This was just a spur of the moment thing, but I have the entire story already planned, so if you like it I will continue. I'm not sure if this fic will be R or not, but I've rated it so, just in case. Woo, just re-edited this chapter (4.30.2004) for your reading pleasure. ^_^ Now onto re-edit the other chapters...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Naruto. I'm just borrowing them for my story. I also don't own the song "Shame", which belongs to Stabbing Westward.
Part 1. Shame. By bleedformeee
/I'm wandering 'round confused
Wondering why I try
The more that you deny my pain
The more it intensifies.../
Sakura closed the door behind her and pressed her forehead against it while she sank low to the floor. It was late. Instead of going straight home after taking leave of the rest of team seven, she had wandered the streets of Konoha by herself. She picked herself off of the floor. 'Why do I keep doing this to myself?' She thought. This was not the first time she had stayed out late thinking about him. But this night was different and she knew it. It was July 22nd- the day before Sasuke's eighteenth birthday, and he would be leaving soon.
/I need someone to ache for me the way I ache for you.../
"Ugh, I am such a loser." She told herself as she walked towards the kitchen to scrounge up something to snack on. 'Normal girls my age have actual boyfriends, instead of just stupid little crushes,' she thought as she pulled open the refrigerator. Even Ino had finally realized that Sasuke was never going to come around and gave up on him. Since then Ino and Sakura had been on much friendlier terms. Sakura took one look at the contents of the refrigerator and decided that she wasn't very hungry after all. The refrigerator contained only a few rotting vegetables and some leftover ramen that Naruto had left behind the night before. "I'm sick of this independence thing. I should have never moved out when I turned eighteen. I can't even keep my refrigerator well-stocked."
She walked down the hall to her room and once there paused to look at herself in the mirror. Puberty had been decent to her. She had grown into her big forehead. Her short pink hair had grown long and fell delicately over her shoulders, framing her face. Her flat body had filled out nicely and her new curves often got her looks from the opposite sex... but not from him. He barely seemed to notice. After all, she was still the same old Sakura. Aside from her curves and her longer hair, she was still rather plain looking.
/If you ignore that I'm alive
I've nothing to cling to
I stare in this mirror
So tired of this life/
She shrugged off her clothes and climbed into bed. She stole a look at the most recent picture of team seven sitting on her nightstand as she opened a drawer revealing her paint set and the canvas she had been working on recently. She lifted the canvas out and stared at the partially painted wreck. 'I have to finish it tonight. He'll probably be gone tomorrow,' she thought as she pulled out her paints.
/If only you would speak to me or care if I'm alive
Once I swore I would die for you
But I never meant it like this
I never meant like this
No I never meant like this/
It was early morning before she finally put down her brush. She wasn't completely satisfied, but this would have to do. She put her work away and turned off the light. As she leaned back, she closed her eyes and let exhaustion claim her. However, she did not sleep soundly, because she dreamt about Sasuke.
/I don't know if I'm real without you
What is left of me without you?
I don't know what's real without you
How can I exist without you?/