"To Where You Are" by crestfallen teen
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Complete Summary: Holding on to promises is risky. You may not know it but in the end it might just leave you regretting alone. But for a hopeless optimistic like her, the only things to regret are risks untaken. She held on. He didn't. He didn't know he had to. For an unknown reason, he couldn't remember his past but could a mistakenly handed love letter solve the problem? In life, everything's uncertain but for certain, the only way to serendipity is taking the winding road.
...I present to you my first fic that I worked on with sweat and blood (Oows?!)! I just thought of making an atypical Naruto story because I was so sick of reading alike stories again and again. Then, I came up with a non-ninja story fic. Pardon me for I made some OCs because I believe it's necessary. Besides, there are no characters in Naruto suited for these roles. Is that alright? But anyway, even if this is my first submitted fic, I have been doing stories long before I discovered this website, so don't worry. This is not an experimental work, it is well-planned. I just want to share the product of my imagination to make other people happy. I dream of becoming a writer that can inspire, brighten up or even move my readers. If you have suggestions, I welcome those. Thank you!
CHAPTER 1: Right Mistakes
She was almost at the verge of giving up.
Promises
Are they always meant to be broken?
For the past nine years she held on to an uncertain promise.
To an unyielding promise, to be exact
Those fleeting years had faded away and had swept her now to a fateful place where their promise was meant to be fulfilled….
She was almost at the verge of giving up.
But then, their gazes met.
Onyx against emerald orbs
And she was sure she had found the person she was looking for.
xOxOxOxOx
It was in the quiet of the morning and a bubblegum-haired freshman was busy on her chair. She held a pink stationary underneath her hand with a new black pen she had bought that early morning. She sat with incongruity at her not-so-new armchair for during her middle school she used to write on a broad mahogany desk. Right. She was utterly new to Utsukushima High, completely new to its strict regulations and to the people around. But at least the admission test she feared, which had successfully caused her hemorrhage, was over and hopefully she was now at the school she had dreamt of.
"Sakura-chan!" Her best friend broke the silence in the tedious room with his blissful greeting.
She didn't have so much difficulty in finding a friend, though. For less than a month, she knew she had found her best friend in Naruto. And for the few months that kami had given them they were so much closer, perhaps because Naruto was a transparent-type person.
"Morning, Naruto." She said without drawing back from the engrossing letter she had started awhile ago.
"So what's making Sakura-chan busy?" He dumped his bag on his chair and his question was virtually ignored.
With so much nosiness, the golden-head pulled an armchair out of the row adjacent to her own and slumped himself on it. There were few people that early morning that he could even play and mess with the chairs without annoying anyone. Altering his attention from the thought of it, he eyed her half-filled letter and was perplexed with the so much effort Sakura was giving on the penmanship. So it must be for someone really important.
"Naruto,"
"What?" He was snapped out of the thought as he shifted his gaze to her.
"I have found him." Her lips crested to a little smile.
"You found who?" A brow cocked.
"My childhood friend that I was looking for… I knew it; he would not break his promise too!" With traces of excitement on her words, she finally turned to Naruto.
"True??"
"So you have to help me now." She neatly folded the piece of paper and inserted it on an envelope.
"What help?"
"This letter is actually for him. Do you mind putting it in his shoe locker? Then I'll treat you ramen I promise." She swung the letter on her hand and subsequently he got it after giving his convinced nod.
"So what's his name?"
"Uhmm…"
"You don't know?" He scratched the back of his spiky hair with a little frustration.
xOxOxOxOx
Most students have abandoned the campus for the cafeteria after the bell had rung. But to a student like Naruto with a different business, he headed to the lockers' area right beside the hallway to drop the letter to a locker labeled with the name Urashima Yuki, owned by no other than the school's sole notorious student. He really didn't want to touch things owned by such, over his dead body, but he had to shun that thinking away for Sakura and for ramen's sake. He almost didn't want to believe her but according to her description, there was indeed no doubt about it. His glaring onyx orbs had confirmed it was truly him.
He turned to his back to make sure there was no one looking and then he quickly placed the letter without checking on what he was doing. The coming noises made him fear for his life to the thought of getting reported to Yuki and be beaten black and blue. It was not that he was scared, though. If only it's not for Sakura, his best friend, he could have kicked the person's ass for no reason.
But did he really deliver the letter to his locker?
In the first place, he was a clumsy idiot.
Nothing great to expect about…
xOxOxOxOx
He stared at the pair of two sea green eyes
Everything's incrementally fading till it was too blurred to perceive.
Was he feeling pain?
Indeed, he felt like his innards were on fire.
Sweat… big beads of sweat
He felt suppressed.
He could not move, not even a little.
Pain…
It was a lullaby that casted him to a deep, deep oblivion.
He opened his eyes and stretched his painful back after taking a deep breath to somehow alleviate the exhaustion that he, for a lot of time, had suffered every time the dream plagued him. Dreams were sure strange, weren't they? And they have this peculiar way of unlocking ones enigma.
Sweat… big beads of sweat
He brushed his fingers across the wet strands of hair that curtained his façade that was wet as well. He held his pain-laden head as he moved it lightly to his side to the digital clock that read 12 am. For another instance, he woke up at the same time in the late night.
Since the day they moved to the metropolis, it had been like this. In fact, that was nine years ago. But what had happened beyond those years was something he could not get to recall. For an unknown reason, he had forgotten. His mother used to tell him they once settled at Fukuoka but left for business purposes, they had to be in the city for convenience. His family owned a marketing that distributed gadgets and other technology products and obviously those will sell more in Tokyo rather than Fukuoka's mountainous places.
Memories
Memories
More than a photo album could, the heart holds memories the best.
For rather than to last, they dwell in the most unfathomable depths in our heart.
Forever
And for certain.
xOxOxOxOx
I don't know his name
But one look and I know.
You're the person I've been looking for.
In two days, the quarterly break would begin and Sakura had no more time left to tell Yuki right away so she decided just to meet him when classes resumes. Well, that was written on the letter. That's her choice.
Onyx eyes
A pair of them was embedded in her mind.
She could evoke how they used to stare at her.
She wondered if he was looking for her too.
She was hopeful.
A hopeless optimistic…
She sluggishly leaned on her palm as she listlessly watched after the absconding students at the cafeteria. Alone at the table, she wondered where Naruto was at that moment as she indiscriminately stirred her cup of cappuccino and eyed the whirl that the turning spoon created.
Sigh…
She took out her Rubric's cube and since she had nothing to do with the so much time, she continued the unfinished puzzle. It had been her hobby since childhood and all those time there was only one person who was able to solve it for her- her childhood friend; Yuki-kun. She had been more addicted to it since then but she was just able to solve it once in her entire life. Too bad, she couldn't remember how she did anymore. If only Yuki was there to help her. But nine years ago, he had left without saying goodbye. Still, she held on to their promise and she was glad he did too. Who could have thought he would do as promised to study at Utsukushima High except Sakura? All that's missing now was to spend the ball dance together. The school was known for that grandiose party during Valentine's Day and it was said that people who would share the entire ball night together would never, ever be apart.
Promises
Are they always meant to be broken?
Please not this time!
Her focus shifted to the tall guy with the first three buttons of his uniform left open. He took the table in front of the cherry head not knowing her jade orbs had been following him. He sat mightily with his flashy spiky ebony tresses, drooping as though the chair was some sort of a throne. With his eyes fixed on the floor, he looked as though he was absorbed in something.
Kami!
It's Yuki-kun!
He seemed to think of something.
Is he-
Did he read the letter and now he's thinking about me?
Was he?
Yuki-kun…
Eyes still glued on him
How I wish I could talk to you now.
Cowardice…
xOxOxOxOx
It was again their swimming class, one the most obnoxious subject to Sasuke where his fan girls stare at his build maliciously with their jaws already sweeping the floor. Annoyed of the thought, he went to his locker to get his swimming trunks which he used to store there when not in need.
Label said Uchiha Sasuke.
He opened it.
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Books.
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Jogging pants.
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Rubber shoes.
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A letter???
He grunted. Perhaps it was another fan girl. Or was it? He got the letter and inserted it in his pocket. He didn't have time for it now.
xOxOxOxOx
One more week and we'll meet again
I just can't wait!
For now, I'll have to stay at Fukuoka for a week.
I'll miss you…
Yuki-kun
xOxOxOxOx
Heading to his way home, he walked on the busy streets of the city with his bag hung on his shoulder. It was almost 4 pm and you could effortlessly spot students with the same uniform dispersing to different places to hang-out with their chums. But that was not like Sasuke.
If he was not like Sasuke, he could have given up to the monotonous routine that turned his world. He was undeniably a genius though. For a very young age, he had been helping at the sales of their company. But he always thought he could live alone because he was great. There was no sense in denying that.
Alone
Like he needed no one
As he belonged to no one but himself
He balled his fists into his pockets since letting them loose annoyed him in a way (Why is Sasuke always annoyed of anything?). It had been his quirk since childhood.
He felt something.
Right.
When he took it out, it appeared to be the letter.
He was thinking if he was going to throw it or not. The trash bin is just a few meters away.
Anyway, reading it won't cost anything.
xOxOxOxOx
END OF CHAPTER
…Can you suggest anything? Please review if you think it's worth continuing. Thank you for checking out and since it's our sem-break, expect that I'm updating soon! Thanks again…
From crestfallen teen, the writer who's crestfallen for life.