A:N so got this idea working today at my new job (selling cookies)…I know the things that go through my head at work are well…weird. Anyway!
Read, review, reread? Lol let me know if I should continue it or just keep it a one shot! Thnx
Disclaimer: don't own Naruto, just the plot.
Blame Game
Beep, Beep, Beep.
The annoying sound kept repeating itself. Would someone please turn off that damn alarm? I waited for a few minutes and finally realized it wasn't an alarm. I listened carefully to my surroundings, footsteps and people talking about a shooting, more people asking when someone will wake up, a page on the intercom for a doctor to the E.R. wait an ER? I'm in a hospital? Why am I in a hospital? I slowly open my eyes and gradually feel the white cotton sheets underneath me and over me. I feel a small sting in both of my shoulders as I take inventory of my body. I try to sit up and a searing pain from my abdomen stops me from trying. "You shouldn't move that much. Try raising the bed or do you want me to do that?" I turn my head to the voice. A boy with midnight black hair that spikes in the back, with matching eyes stands against the wall of my area. I nod, not trusting my voice. He sighs and presses a button till the top of my bed is high enough to sit up somewhat without feeling that searing pain. After I get comfortable, I look around and see that I have a whole room to myself. On my right is a row of windows looking out at downtown Konoha. The lights of the mayor's tower, with the stars and moon tell me its something late in the night. I turn my gaze to the boy or uh teenager maybe, still leaning against the wall. He just continues to stare at me; I gaze at him trying to jog some sort of memory of him. When I come up with nothing, I begin to speak but he cuts me off. "Look I have other stuff to get to, so why don't you just tell me what happened. I'll apologize, you'll say you can never forgive me or my family and then we move on?" I blink several times at him. What the hell kind of greeting is that?! This guy is the jerkiest jerk I've ever met!
"Excuse me?!" I practically yell at him. Who the hell does this guy think he is? He blinks twice before sighing. He takes a chair from the wall and puts it closer to my bed. Close enough to where his arms can lean on the bed, which he does. He catches my gaze and holds it. I glare at him waiting for him to explain himself; my anger levels rising the longer he takes. "My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I am the younger brother of the guy who shot you and several others at the mall today." I just stare at him letting the words sink in. As they do, memories of this early afternoon flash before my eyes. I lean my back against the bed as my mind remembers every detail. Well that would explain my shoulders and my stomach. Wait, he said younger brother! I glance at the guy with me; they do look like each other. Same color hair, same piercing eyes, same facial structure, yea they are related. Mr. Uchiha's eyes began to glare at me the longer I stared at him. I smiled before replying, "I remember now. Thanks. My name is Sakura, Sakura Haruno." My smile fades as his glare intensifies. "Why are you here?" Again the Uchiha boy continues to glare this time outside the window. I wonder why he's glaring, how'd I piss him off? "To say sorry for my brother's action, though you're the only real victim I can apologize to." I turn my gaze to the window wondering what it is he is glaring at, maybe his brother. I inwardly nod to myself before replying, "You don't have to apologize to me or for your brother," a though passes my mind before continuing, "He apologized before shooting my left shoulder." I turned back to the Uchiha next to me as I head a gasp. He looked at me with eyes widen and his mouth a little agape, I tried really hard not to giggle at his expression. I would assume this guy has never been surprised or at least not a lot. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking down and taking a deep breath, I assume to calm him and get his thoughts together. After a while his eyes found me again, they were softer. Not glaring, not hating, mostly confused with tenderness in there. Almost like a little boy looking at someone he idolizes. "I don't get it. He apologized before shooting? Ha, sounds nothing like him. Then again, shooting random people isn't him either." Minutes passed before either one of us spoke. "What happened?" I turned my gaze to the windows. The colors of the lights slowly blurred as I let myself get lost in the memories of this afternoon; letting my voice carry the story to the younger brother of the man who shot me.
I was holding a tray, a rather heavy one, of a few batches of fresh-baked cookies on my way to the upstairs kiosk we had. Hopefully I wasn't gone too long, then again it's Wednesday, one of the slowest days of the week. I should be fine. I turned the corner to go up the stairs. I smiled to the employees of the shoe store located near the stairs. They always got cookies from me when they clocked out. I gazed back toward the stairs, no one was on them. Yay! I hate when people take forever on the stairs, it hurts my arms with this weight on them. As I noticed the stairs I saw someone with long black hair in a ponytail start walking on them and stop on the first level of stairs. He turned toward me. I caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were really black, like raven colored black. Whoa, nice eyes guy. I smiled at him, I don't know if he caught it or not but still. I was then that I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen. My footsteps faltered and I stopped walking. All I could concentrate was the pain in my stomach. Why did it hurt so much? My eyes caught sight of someone falling to the ground, a scream followed. Who was screaming? Why did that guy fall? Another man fell a few feet away from that man. More screaming and now people started to panic. What's going on? The pain in my stomach started to increase as I tried to take a few steps. A new pain in my right shoulder takes my attention away from everything else. What the hell?! I know these cookies are heavy but they shouldn't hurt that much! I glance at my left shoulder to see a dark color soaking up my red uniform shirt. What's that? It's kind of cold and warm. It really hurts, bad. I glance back up and see many more people in front of me on the floor with red liquid forming a puddle from behind them. Security is running over to the men and yelling over walkie talkies. Whoa, must be serious. An older looking security guard looks around. What's he searching for? "Gomen" I glance at the voice besides me, it's the guy from the stairs I was staring at. How'd he get here? Up close, I can see his eyes are black with a tint of red around the pupil, contacts? I blink at him, "Nani?" Another searing pain, this time from my left shoulder, causes me to drop the cookie tray I had been holding. I vaguely feel something getting slipped into my pocket as my line of vision starts to darken around me. Before I completely surrender to the dark, I hear screaming and guns going off. Was I shot?
When I come out of my memories, tears are streaming down my face. I didn't realize it then, but his eyes – they look so sad, sad and sorry. Almost like he didn't want to shoot someone, I wonder why. "What makes you think he apologized to you?" I glance at the boy next to me. His eyes were covered with his hair. He's hiding. I see his hands on my bed in fist, I reach over and hold one of his hands in my hand. His eyes flash up at the contact, ignoring the pain from my shoulder, I hold his gaze. "He said 'gomen', I know in Japanese it means a form of sorry or forgive me. Besides his eyes were so regretful looking; almost like he didn't want to shoot someone or something." The Uchiha's eyes darkened as his fist tightened. I just held his hand, I don't know what he was going through but it must be horrible. Having your own flesh and blood commit a crime like this, it's gotta be tough for him. His words from earlier ring in my head, "I'll apologize, you'll say you can never forgive me or my family…" has no one forgiven or accepted his apology? My thoughts of the world were already negative but looking at the guy in front of me with the idea that many of the victims' families rejected his apology made me almost give up on humanity. I'm assuming from the way he said "only real victim" that I'm the only one that survived. With that thought I close my eyes and say a small prayer for the fallen people who died today. I also said a small prayer for the man, Mr. Uchiha, who shot many people today. Praying that he would be safe, and that whatever demons he has, he wouldn't have to face alone. And one last prayer for the younger Uchiha besides her, who would travel through many challenges and would receive much hate from the world for a while. Grant him the strength to overcome this, and please have someone to travel these dark times with him. I lightly say amen and open my eyes to find him glaring at me. "Why are you praying for me and my brother?" I blink, I wasn't aware I was saying that out loud. Damn, oh well.
"Because I can and want to. That and I believe what I said. You both need someone with you to help you face the next upcoming events that are bound to take place." I breathe and wipe the tears with my hand that wasn't holding Mr. Uchiha's and smile before completely giving him my attention. "I don't blame you or your brother or your family. Your brother, I believe didn't want to kill people, has his reasons for doing what he did. Your family and you are nowhere to blame for that." I squeeze his fist waiting for his reply. His gaze is on my eyes, I don't know what he is searching for but I let him see whatever he is looking for. While he is doing that I notice that his eyes are not completely black, like his brother there is a crimson color around his pupil. A knock at the door breaks the silence and he removes his hands before getting up and answering the door. Two men in suits give him a look before turning toward me, "Ms. Haruno. Glad to see you awake. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" I shake my head, I knew this was coming. The other gentleman with white hair and thick glasses turns toward Mr. Uchiha and asks him to leave the room. Before he can reply though I answer for him, "Can you wait outside the room until they are finished? I'd still like to talk to you, if you don't mind that is." I didn't want him to leave until he understood that I don't blame him or his brother. He nodded before leaving. "Alright Ms. Haruno, I am Detective Orchimaru and this is my partner, Kabuto. We just have a few questions dealing with the shooting."
A pair of crimson stained eyes watched as the young man with black hair walked toward chairs located right outside of the pink hair girl's room. A slight smile, "Don't be foolish little brother."
A/N: so What do you think? leave it a oneshot or make it a story?
~M:)