A/N: I just kind of thinking... what if Sasuke and Sakura meet at different situation at different time? Argghh... Anyway, I just want to try this. This is my first try of angst as a genre. I don't expect readers will like this one. I published this for myself satisfaction. And I just want to share this story to all of you.
I'll continue this up til the end. THAT's FOR SURE.
WARNING: genre is angst and romance and drama. OCness included! This is only focused on Sasuke and Sakura. Nothing more about the anime.
SUMMARY: Sakura sees her brother through Sasuke. And Sasuke just doesn't liked it. He was a cold hearted for once. But when Sakura's presence affects him, ahhh... he never knew anything can happen when he take a chance to open his heart. -SasuSaku-
Standard disclaimer applied.
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-8- Forever's Not Enough
CHAPTER 1 -8-
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"Mother, Sakura-chan, I'll be back in an hour!" Haruno Akio called, climbing into the red Fiat. The car pulled out of the Haruno's driveway in Sacramento, California.
Sakura did not need to guess where her brother was going. He was going on a date with his beautiful girlfriend, Reiko.
She stared wistfully at the fading car, and wished she had Akio.
People often said Sakura did not resemble her family, and they were not wrong. After all, she was an adopted child.
Sakura had beautiful long pink hair and a slim body fit for a fifteen year old, while Akio's handsome features and slick dark blue hair resembled his father, who died years ago.
Mrs. Haruno Kimiko, the kind widow, as most people called her, was not beautiful for women of forty eight. But her kind face had no wrinkles and her black hair showed no specks of gray.
Sakura had a crush on Akio for three years now, and she loved him far more than a brother. His dark grey eyes could catch any girl's heart, but Sakura knew in her own heart that she loved Akio more than anyone else in the world, even Mrs. Haruno.
Sakura spent the hour reading and waiting for Akio, as she always did. The clock ticked noisily and the sound of Mrs. Haruno's knitting and her chair rocking could be heard throughout the house.
Late into the night the sound of keys in the door was heard and the door creaked open.
A boy Akio, of age eighteen stepped in quietly as a mouse and went up to his sister, who had fallen asleep waiting for him on the couch, her book across her lap.
Silently, he went up and put her head on his shoulder. The sleeping girl stirred but fell back into her slumber. Akio stroked Sakura's head gently for a while, and then kissed her cheek. The moments of silence were broken by the loud chiming of the grandfather clock, indicating midnight.
"Sakura-chan, I know of your feelings toward me," Akio whispered into the night and to his sleeping sister. His voice was so soothing, like a lullaby. "I am sorry I am unable to love you back as more, but I will always love you, almost as I love Reiko. You are a beautiful and gentle girl, like the night breeze that lures me to sleep each night. I have to go for a while now. Sleep well."
Akio slowly lifted Sakura's face up to his, and then gently placed his lips over hers. It was a short kiss, but a true one. Seconds later the boy left again.
Sakura opened her eyes and gazed at the empty driveway, trying to recall the kiss that she only half remembered, then fell back asleep.
The quiet dawn house of the Harunos was once again disturbed by the shrill ringing of the phone. Sakura rose from the couch and picked up the phone that rand at two o'clock. A male voice spoke.
"Miss Haruno, this is Officer Joe, from the Sacramento Police Department. I think you'd better come down to South Street. There has been an accident with your brother."
Then he hung up.
Sakura was still for a moment, before she threw down the receiver and screamed.
"Mother!"
Two ladies, one young, and one old, arrived at South Street minutes later. Police cars were everywhere, and there was an ambulance.
A small crowd was huddled around two bodies.
Sakura and Haruno Kimiko rushed and pushed through the crowd, where three officers were examining the two bodies.
One was a stranger, whose head was heavily bandaged and stains of blood were visible through the bandage.
The other was Akio. The boy's head was bleeding heavily and blood stained his body, where cuts and bruises were located. Two more officers came with a stretcher and lifted the stranger onto it.
"Emergency room immediately! There still might be hope." An officer said.
"What about my brother? He needs to go to the hospital, too!" Sakura screamed, her voice shaking uncontrollable as she stared at the bloody heap of her brother.
"He needs to go! Somebody, bring a stretcher!" Sakura was shrieking, tears streaming down her face as she wrung her hands desperately.
"Miss Haruno-chan, I'm sorry. There is no need for Akio to go to a hospital." The officer said, trying to soothe the frantic girl.
"Why not?! That person got to go! There's still hope!" Sakura cried, shaking her head.
"Haruno Akio is dead."
Sakura froze. Kimiko fainted, but Sakura didn't. Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed the officer's shirt.
"You're lying. Akio said he was only going out for a little while. He's coming back!" Sakura cried shrilly. At that moment all she wanted was for her brother to come back. She thought she was going crazy.
"I'm sorry. But he is dead." The officer replied, looking sombre.
He loosened himself from Sakura's grip and walked away.
Sakura stood, and then knelt in front of Akio. She stroked his soft dark blue hair as he did to her, staining her hands with blood from his hair. Her tears spilled and she hugged Akio to her. The crowd slowly parted, leaving Sakura and the dead Akio.
The officer came over and patted Sakura's shoulder gently.
"Miss Haruno-chan, we have to take your brother." He said. The officer waved his hand and two other policemen gently pulled Sakura off Akio.
Sakura didn't know why she didn't object. But she didn't argue as Akio was lifted onto a stretcher and covered in a white cloth.
The sirens of the ambulance and police cars softened as they slowly drove away.
Sakura felt a fresh wave of tears come to her eyes, and she stood staring at the disappearing vehicles.
Haruno Akio died on December 14th.
Sakura-chan, have you packed all of your things?" Haruno Kimiko called from downstairs. "Your plane to England leaves at six!"
Sakura stuffed the rest of her clothes into her suitcase and snapped the suitcase shut. "Almost done, Mother!" The sixteen years old called back.
She hesitated as she looked at a picture of her and Akio. Her brother, who would've been nineteen if he hadn't died, had his arm around Sakura in the picture, and they were both smiling happily.
It had been almost a year since the death of her brother.
Sakura never really got over the tragic incident, but much to her surprise, life soon became normal again for all others, but never for Sakura. A part of her had died, and she knew it was her heart.
The young girl decided to attend a music orchestra school in England.
After Akio's death, they never shut down the small beach house Sakura's brother owned, but nobody ever went there again. However, everything inside was still active.
Sakura buried her thoughts and quickly placed the picture into her suitcase. She grabbed the bag and lifted it downstairs, where her mother was waiting for her.
"Come on, hurry up, dear." Mrs. Haruno beckoned, climbing into the driver's seat of their Fiat.
Mother and daughter bided each other goodbye at the airport. Haruno Kimiko kissed Sakura on the cheek and told her to go and be careful.
Hours and hours later the American Airlines landed at London airport.
Sakura climbed off the airplane along with the other passengers. Security guards stood still as statues at every entrance, and the airport this hour wasn't as crowded.
The girl's eyes darted around for some sign of what she was looking for, a person or people who represented the Carson Music School.
Just then Sakura heard her name.
"Miss Haruno Sakura!"
She spun around. A boy dressed in a blue uniform gestured toward her. He ran over and took her suitcase, escorting her to a small group of people who were dressed as he was.
The boy was red-haired and freckled. His British accent was strong and he seemed very polite.
"Sakura, this is our president, Mr. Aaron Spiel. And I'm Ryan." The red head introduce.
Sakura nodded and shook hands with Mr. Spiel.
"Welcome, Miss Haruno. We are honoured to have you attend our music school." Mr. Spiel said warmly. "Thank you for coming all this way."
They escorted Sakura to a van and rode to the school.
England was beautiful in an eerie way. Everything in London was so formal and exquisite. The construction was unique and brilliant, in Sakura's thoughts.
They arrived at a white marble building and went inside. Pictures and portraits of the orchestra and extraordinary players were hung all over the wall.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw a lock of slick blue hair disappear at a corner of the hallway the girl's breath caught in her chest as Akio's dark blue hair flashed across her mind. She dropped her suitcase and ran to the hall where she had seen the boy. But just then the doors opened and a crowd of students holding violins came out. Sakura searched frantically for the boy, but he was gone.
"Sakura, is anything wrong?" the voice of Randy brought her back to her senses.
"Oh, nothing." Sakuno hesitated, then asked. "Is there a boy named Haruno Akio in the orchestra?"
Randy looked at her, puzzled. "No, Sakura. Do you know someone of the name?" he asked. Sakura's eyes locked with Randy's, then she shook her head.
Later Sakura was brought to a dormitory, where there were two beds. Randy addressed Sakura to hers, which was on the far right.
"Sakura, I understand if you're tired, but in an hour there will be a welcome ceremony for you. You can come if you wish." Randy set down her suitcase and walked out. The girl peered around the dormitory and hung her clothes up in a closet that she shared with the other girl. She'd just set down her picture of Akio and her when the door opened and a girl entered. The girl glanced at Sakura, then walked up to her and held out her hand, her blonde curls dangling from an expensive butterfly hairpin.
"Hello, I'm Emily Radley. You share a room with me." The girl said abruptly in a superior tone.
Sakura held out her own hand and shook Emily's.
"I'm Haruno Sakura." She introduced.
"Oh, so you're the girl from America? Going to the ceremony? I wouldn't miss all the attention for the world if I were you." Emily sat onto her own bed and popped a candy into her mouth. "I play the viola, you?"
"I play the harp." Sakura explained. She did not feel like engaging conversation with anyone right now, especially Emily. Emily seemed to read her thoughts, and she hopped off her bed, looking bored.
"Well, I'm leaving."
The girl slammed the door behind her.
An hour later, Sakura stepped up onto the stage and was introduced to the orchestra piece of one hundred and seventy.
Sakura scanned the big orchestra with interest. It was certainly a good orchestral. Suddenly, Sakura spotted the dark blue hair again. Once again, Sakura felt her heart hammer against her chest.
The boy's hair was slicked back and his head was down, studying the keys for the grand piano.
Sakura dropped the microphone with a loud clang and all heads turned to her. Emily and her huge group of friends smirked and giggled. The boy looked up and Sakura gasped with shock.
The boy was Akio. Exact dark grey eyes looked at her, except ten times colder, and the same pale skin and beautiful dark blue hair.
"Akio!" Sakura whispered, her voice hoarse with shock. The boy stepped up to her.
"What do you want, Haruno?" he asked icily.
"Oh, this is Sasuke Uchiha, our pianist." Randy explained, looking rather embarrassed at Sasuke's rude attitude. "He's rather inhospitable toward strangers."
But Sakura didn't hear him. All she saw was her handsome brother, standing alive in front of her. Tears filled her eyes and even Sasuke seemed surprise as the teardrops slid down Sakura's white face and dropped onto her harp.
"You're not dead." Sakura whispered.
"You are very much mistaken, Haruno. I never died. And my name is not Akio, it's Sasuke, S-A-S-U-K-E, in case you can't hear or spell." The boy turned on his heels and went back to the piano.
Why is Akio being so mean and cold? Sakura thought. He doesn't love me, he hates me. Why does he glare at me like that like he never knew me? Clapping her hands over her mouth, Sakura sped out of the auditorium.
A/N: I know... I know... so much drama. I just want to try my luck on drama and angst. :p