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[something like a painful memory]
Okuyukashii
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Written for Vesper chan's contest.
This was my new obsession, Angels by Within Temptation. I had this style in mind, which just screamed SasuSaku. I wrote this in a span of about four days, which is unusually fast.
I don't own the song Angels or Naruto.
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Sparkling angel, I believe
You were my savior in my time of need.
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a pink-haired girl dug through the grass with delicate (weak) hands as if searching for lost treasures (that don't really exist, but she knows that).
when a foot appeared as if by magic in front of her, she stared and slowly—
(like fear of seeing the monster's face, but this was no nightmare, and she wasn't sleeping)
—looked upwards.
she seemed almost surprised to find a disgruntled-looking boy in front of her.
'what are you doing.'
and the girl smiled (something the boy secretly looked like faerie dust, but faeries weren't real and he knew that).
'hi, i'm sakura and i'm eight years old. do you want to look for four-leaf clovers with me?'
so the little boy knelt down (don't get your new shorts dirty, okay?) and started searching, because even though the girl (sakura) was a little strange, she had answered his question with a satisfactory reply.
(he'd always been something like lonely anyways.)
somewhere along the way, after sakura fell in the grass and before he arrived home to be reprimanded by a scolding mother, sakura found out that he was called sasuke. she rolled the name over and over on her tongue before she decided that, yes, she liked the name very much.
(hey, your face is the colour of my hair!)
'will i ever see you again?' the little (but not naïve) girl asked, because she knew perfectly well of good things that came and left, never to be seen again, like—
'yes.'
sasuke told her of all the beautiful things in the world (his backyard), of the way the sunset looked through the copse, of the way home-grown tomatoes tasted clean and raw.
'show them to me, kay?'
'promise i will,' and he entwined his pinky with sakura's and she looked happy (like little girls should be).
she didn't even mind that she couldn't find the little bit of false luck she'd been searching for.
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Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
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on the way home, sakura's mind was filled with thoughts of the enigmatic little boy who had stepped into her life like an angel's gift (until she remembered not to think about angels anymore).
she didn't know that sasuke, leaving a while before she had, had walked this same path.
(don't trust him, that Uchiha
hired murderer's, the lot of them
...revolt?
heartbreakers...)
arriving at her home (housenothomehousenothome), she skipped up the steps with a lightness she didn't know she had and landed on her bed softly. she spoke to the stuffed animals in her empty home about how she met a pretty boy today, and how he would take her away from here and she'd be free.
of course, like the way she knew real life worked (not like the fairy tales mama used to read), she arrived at a cozy old house (home?) with a sold sign planted in the front yard.
she snuck into the back and tried to enjoy the sunset—
(red sky at night—sailor's delight)
—by herself and told herself it was the same, abandoning thoughts of the boy she thought she might have imagined.
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I see the angels,
I'll lead them to your door.
There's no escape now,
No mercy, no more.
No remorse, 'cause I still remember|
The smile when you tore me apart.
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when she bumped into a handsome boy around thirteen (her age), she did a double take and stared at the boy who didn't smile anymore.
'sasuke?'
he, on the other hand, turned and glared at the slip of a girl who dared disturb his thoughts. no recognition passed through his eyes, but she expected that.
'maybe i did imagine you.'
it was those words that clued him in. the strange little girl from his past somehow caught up with him, and his stance turned awkward, like he didn't know what to do (but he's an uchiha, and they always know—everything).
'you knew you were going to move, didn't you.' and it wasn't a question, because though sakura doesn't know uchiha, she knows him and that's enough.
'yes.' he didn't tell her that he was only visiting his favourite childhood park one last time, because he thought she already knew.
'why didn't you tell me? why did you keep leading me on?'
'normal, only—wanted to be normal.'
he gasped, though nothing blocked his airways. the memories of a forceful father and even colder brother dragging him city to city came to mind.
(but whoever said she was normal, anyway?)
'for my mom,' she suddenly stated, but he wasn't surprised because nothing shocked him anymore. 'she always wanted one, but she said her luck was bad. i meant to put it on her grave...'
(the four leaf clover, said to bring luck to whoever finds it.
but what if life deals them a bad hand and they lose anyway?)
sasuke watched as sakura stared into nothing. he apologized (not out loud, never aloud) because she lost someone too. she understood.
(a sweet, caring mother always armed with patterned band-aids and freshly-baked cookies.)
for sakura, the memory of her mother was always followed by memories of that man pulling her from one city to another.
he promised again and though his smile was gone, his eyes still had something.
she was cynical now, but that stupid thing called hope still ruled her sometimes.
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You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams,
I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
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they finally met each other again in yet another district, and she forgave him too fast.
she looked at him, older, smarter, and most importantly, purged of all naivety (that's what happens when little girls see things people were never meant to see).
he looked through her.
(bored, stoic, and emotionless, but that's what someone looks like after they break).
both of them seventeen, neither of them was the child they once were. no more little girls (with thoughts too mature for their age) and no more little boys (just wishing for a change).
sakura didn't know what she thought would happen after the long silence, but it wasn't sasuke walking up to her and clutching at her shoulders and digging his face into her neck.
'you know,' he sortofbutnotreally laughs, 'you're the only one left. they're gone now. dad and 'tachi finally gone.'
that was the catalyst. sakura wrapped her arms around him, not knowing how to comfort the person who had always been stronger in her mind.
so she leaned in, not minding the bumped noses and too desperate lips, and gave her first kiss to the boy she could grow to love. he responded frantically, acting the very paragon of the man she hoped for. no one mentioned tomorrow (because tomorrow never comes, right?)
she took him to her house and limbs fumbled in a sickly imitation of passion and the spark ended almost before it began.
when it was over, moonlight crept in, and he looked at the face that was pretty (gorgeous) and too pale (like a picture taken with a too-high exposure).
when he slept, she opened her eyes and stared.
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Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me.
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she wasn't looking for an answer when she asked, 'do you like me?'
sasuke opened his mouth to feed her more lies, but he told her instead,
'no. i was going to kill you.'
(assassins, do you know what that means, girl? targets important people, kills them, that's what. but don't worry, you'll never be important enough.)
something stopped him from stuttering out something along the lines of, 'that came out wrong', because that would just be more untruths, and he was done lying (to her).
for once in her life, sakura did the logical thing. she ran.
she left behind the shell of what was once an innocent little boy, staring at her quickly disappearing back.
but he was thinking of faeries and smiles.
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Fallen angel, tell me why?
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
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the next time they saw each other, they were older still (with something like wisdom in their twenty-one year-old eyes).
'why?'
she meant to scream it, but it came out more like a strangled whisper and it took him a moment to understand.
when he started shaking, sakura didn't move, didn't try.
'i was alone! they ignored me and told me not to mourn my mother, but when they were gone, i still cried. and i didn't want to, not for them.' sasuke took a breath (but always wishes he didn't).
'so i went to him. he made me stronger, offered me power. i never want to be attached to someone again.'
finally brave enough, he looked her in the eye.
sakura had calmed. 'did you get what you wanted?'
(to find out who the killer was, fight them, and die? what about regrets?)
'i will.'
'do you know what you want?'
'shut up!'
his orders were to kill her, and he would. for power. (lieslies, never intended never ever innocent little girls with twinkling bells for laughter every single one a lie)
'your father—'
'father?' and she almost laughed.
'your real one, not the tutelary your mother had been against from the start,' he sneered.
(the one who made her tag along while he enjoyed life with money that wasn't his)
sasuke told her while she stood on trembling legs, how her dad had been the owner of a very successful (times a billion dollars and even more lies) weapons company.
and something broke.
he left her calmer than he came and she blinked the rest of her foolishness away (tried to).
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I see the angels,
I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now
No mercy, no more.
No remorse cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart.
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'why do you still come?'
even after the last confrontation, sakura still visited where she knew he lived. he never stayed in one place too long, and so he could never understand how, every few weeks, he would open his door to find a pink-haired woman patiently waiting outside.
he always asked the same question.
'how do you find me?'
sakura used to try to explain how she just knew, like something leading her to his door. she stopped when she realized the futility of the action and only smiled in response.
(it was the same thing that let sasuke know sakura was there without her knocking. she never knocked.)
it didn't matter, as long as she found him, as long as he opened the door and they ended up on his doorstep facing each other silently.
(i can't be like the princes in your stories, you know.
i know.
i can't hold your hand or cosset you or love you like you want.
what do you know about what i want?)
for a while, she would seek him out and indulged in her strength. he let her in, ignoring the voice telling him she was his one weakness.
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You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams,
I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
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the dreams worsened and he caved to the demands, forcing sakura out the very last time she arrived.
sasuke told her he never wanted to see her again.
'the next time i see you, you will die.'
(is that a threat or a—)
she walked away at a sedate pace. it was his goal, right?
(wasn't it?)
before he was out of earshot, she asked, 'do you know what i've gone through?'
and he stopped, still as a statue. he didn't know, because he never asked her.
she thought about all the things he said when she was at home (finally free from that man) and laughed at the situational ironies life throws at people, staring at the scars on herself from someone else who wanted her life.
her laughter floated out the window like smoke drifting to higher altitudes, reaching for something more and disappearing along the way.
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Could have been forever,
Now we have reached the end.
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sasuke never thought she'd be crazy enough to come back, but he always knew she was a little less than sane.
he never knew the extent of it until the day he stumbled into an old, familiar park and came face to face with a pink-haired woman.
(once upon a time we lived in this park, just for a little while, before life had the chance to kill us.)
'leave.' he'd count it as an accident, wouldn't reach into his jacket and pull out the gun to end it—
she didn't move.
'i told you to get away.'
'you wanted this, right?' her mouth lifted at the corners.
he knew she was a free spirit, but never wanted to be the one to cut her loose. (always lying, aren't we?)
'i did.'
(not anymore and i don't know why.)
past tense, but they pretended not to realize that.
(sticks and stones may break my bones
but guns put you six feet below)
against his will, he thought 'sakura' and—
(only heir
long-lost daughter
abandoned
useless
next target—)
sakura.
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This world may have failed you,
It doesn't give you reason why.
You could have chosen a different path in life.
The smile when you tore me apart.
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he (boyturnedman) looked her in the eye, looking for hesitations or regrets, but he could only find it in his own eyes reflecting from hers.
the cackling voice implanted in his mind raised his gun for him—
(don't—)
—and he found himself unable to stop when his finger tightened on the trigger, emotions whirling around him for a moment.
the string snapped, a bullet flew (won'tmisswon'tmisswon'tmiss), and the girl collapsed.
(had there been any bystanders, they might have pointed out that neither one of the two broke eye contact throughout).
he saw a faerie dust smile shatter in his mind, but it disappeared as fast as sakura's heartbeat when the bullet hit her chest.
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You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams,
I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
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fate directed a film whose ending scene featured a dark figure (reminding himself to breathe) still pointing his gun at a pale corpse too pretty to be dead.
then the rain came, its sound a music box playing shattering hearts and hopes tearing apart at the seams.
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Could have been forever,
Now we have reached the end.
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I keep getting reviews telling me that I made the reader cry -.- I'll take that as a compliment.
Thanks to Vskrainaek for the best review I've ever gotten so far. :)