AN:Well, there you have it. I had wrote this story while I was in Math class. I never pay attention in Math. It's a wonder how I passed with a 85... But, I digress. Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Ino Yamanaka, Naruto Uzumaki and Mikoto Uchiha © Masashi Kishimoto Bleeding Love © Leona Lewis
Sakura sat down on a plush, green chair outside. Her pink hair was tied back. After some convincing from her best friend and rival Ino, she decided to grow it out. She was making a poster for Naruto, since today was his birthday.
"There we go...!" she exclaimed, bright green eyes shining with happiness. Then, she saw him. The love of her life. He strided over to her, with the confidence of a lion.
"Hey, Sasuke! Do you want to sign this poster for Naruto?" she asked, hope lacing her voice.
"No" he said, his voice ice cold. Sakura narrowed her eye accusingly at the object of all her obsessions.
"Let go of it. You can't hate forever!" she spoke, her voice slowly rising, catching the attention of the locals. They were already suspicious of Sasuke, with good reason. If Sasuke noticed this, he never showed it.
"I could hate fore-" he started, his mouth frowning even deeper then usual. She cut him off, though.
"No you can't!" she full out screamed. Her eyes showed the anger and love she kept at bay. Then, it happened. Everything went so fast. Before she could even ry and defend herself, he pulled out a kunai. With it, he brought it down on her previously unmarred neck.
"Don't you hate me now?" he sneered, a mocking smile taking place of his previous frown. His eyes held something nobody could place.
"No..." Sakura said, holding her wound and smiling bitterly. She shakily walked closer to him and did something nobody has ever dared to do since his mother was killed. She hugged him. "I love you..." she spoke, releasing him and falling to the ground. He didn't attempt to help her when the locals started to yell and scaream at him. Not when she fell. Not when she sadly smiled up at him. Not even when they rushed her to the hospital.
Not once did he help her.
Why, you ask? The answer is quite simple, really. He was just afraid he'd love her back.