Running away; that's what he was good at. He never thought of anyone but himself. His pain was the worst type. Nobody felt as lonely as him. Nobody could even begin to comprehend the pain of losing a loved one. Nobody has ever experienced what he has.
Sakura was visiting a joint grave. She picked up pink cherryblossoms from Ino's Flower Shop. She laid it down on the grey stone. She crouched and wiped dust off the surface. Her smile was wide but wistful. She took a shaky breath as a tear escaped from her lid. She laughed, quickly wiping it away.
''Hi, Kaa-san, Otosan! Forgive me for crying. I'll try not to!'' She fondly put an image of her smiling parents in her mind. She told them about her day at the hospital and how she was doing. The sun was just about to dip below the horizon, creating an iridescent, twilight glow in the vast expanse of velvet. It was late. After spending nearly a whole hour with her dead parents, she got up and bid them a farewell. Getting carried away, Sakura did not even notice how dark it had become.
Who knew the type of creeps that could do stuff to her at this time of night? She was exhausted having done three shifts consecutively. As she made her way to her lonely and barely used apartment, she took a shortcut through an alleyway. Darkness consumed everything. Sakura was becoming anxious and her footstep quickened. She could feel multiple weak chakras close by, closing in on her. She could see a huge man with a hood obscuring his face, tailing her. Just as she turned around, she smashed into a brick wall, the force causing her to take a couple of steps back.
Her jade eyes widened in alarm as her heart beat erratically against her chest. How could she protect herself with civilians in the buildings caging them in together? She'd hurt them unintentionally.
Onyx stared back at her. ''Hn.'' His sharingan and rinnegan flared as he looked over her trembling shoulder, scaring away the civilian thug.
Suddenly, she was angry. She could protect herself. She didn't need his help. ''Sasuke.'' She gave a curt nod as she hoisted her bag over her shoulder tighter as she squeezed past him. She felt a huge hand on her forearm. She icily eyed his hand touching her. She looked up, calculatingly.
His deep, silky baritone reached her flushed ears. ''You might want to pay attention to your surroundings, instead of having me save your ass.'' He shoved her arm back. She staggered, trying to regain her balance.
Blinding rage overwhelmed Sakura. ''Don't you dare.'' She walked away, afraid of what might happen if she continued to be plagued by his presence. He spoiled her amazing day.
''Tch.'' He went in a puff of smoke.
She made it to her apartment without a problem. She took her pink, fur-lined coat of and threw it in the middle of her landing. Bras, underwear, blouses, kunais and odd pieces of clothes were strewn all over her abode.
She went to her desk in a tank top and boy shorts. She had seven gigantic piles of paperwork from the hospital. It was hard being the head medic and that meant inhumane amount of writing. She took her seat with her mug of coffee and set to work until dawn. She watched the sun rise then went to sleep. Roughly an hour later, her alarm clock went off and she dragged herself off the desk she fell asleep on and took a shower. She went through her daily morning routine. She smiled as she thought to herself, the most sleep I got this whole week.
She went to the hospital before all the workers, as usual. She worked for three hours when the hospital officially opened for the rest of the morning workers. She loved every second of it.
Around noon, Tsunade walked in to Sakura's office. She grabbed the young medic's attention just as she removed her scrubs and was only in her bra wiping blood off her hands with a sullen look on her face.
Tsunade faltered. She knew the expression all too well. ''It wasn't your fault.'' But, even she knew words didn't make it better so she opted for silence. ''I order you to take a break.''
Fully clothed, Sakura shuffled past her, her whole body numb. Where would she go? The only one she associated with mostly was Ino and she was probably at work interrogating a nutjob. She walked around Konoha, hunched over with very dark and visible bags. It's times like these when she doesn't know how to control herself. It's times like these when the depression and grief hit her with full impact all over again. She sat outside of a cafe in the freezing cold. She had hot chocolate for the sole purpose of keeping her hands warm. She didn't deserve to eat or drink; her patients won't ever eat or drink again. She was in her coat.
Her hands were visibly shaking as her heart physically hurt. An overwhelming sense of nostalgia and lump in her throat formed. She couldn't keep it in anymore. She let her rose tresses obscure her face as countless and endless tears streamed down her face. The hot chocolate forgotten, Sakura silently cried as she thought of that child.
''Momma! Please! Wake up! You're all I have! Please Momma! I feel so lonely! Mom! I'm sorry for everything! Please come back!''
Sakura's heart shattered at the sight of the young boy. His mom was headed to where her own mother and father are.
Sasuke sat down opposite of Sakura, knowing he didn't know anyone alive with that ridiculous hair colour. She was crying and she didn't know he was watching her.