"NUMBER 3"
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the following characters but the idea and the concept of this story is completely mine, thank you!
Hey everybody! This is Angelic101, so here is a little story that just came to my mind, no wonder I had been spacing out that much! Anyways first of all, I am so sorry to all the fans of "MOONLIGHT", I know I haven't been updating it for about two months in whole but I have an excuse, and yes you guessed it, school is to blame and well tomorrow I'm having my math exams but since I'm totally exhausted from continuously doing circle properties and frequency distribution questions, I just thought I could write this up!
As far as "MOONLIGHT" is concerned, then yes I am still standing on my word, "MOONLIGHT" will be updated next weekend!
As for this story, it's just a simple one shot I came up with, I usually don't write tragedies, my main focus is always on Angst and to all the readers who do not like tragedies, let me just get this clarified, this story is not a tragedy! I will surely be giving it an end worth reading and if it isn't possible in this chapter then I would write another chapter to this story and give it an ending that actually brings a smile instead of a scowl and I think I've got it all figured out!
OH AND THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY COUSIN FARAH LOVE YA GAL!
Hope you enjoy this!
With love…..
Angelic101
I never really gave much thought to the concept of numerology, playing with numbers was never my thing and to be honest, it never really bothered me. I can still remember Dobe running to me like a crazy idiot, like he wasn't one already, screaming on the top of his lungs which would usually make me wonder how he got all that energy from. Seriously the dude only lived on Ramen and still he caused my ears to burn.
I smirked
'Teme! Hey hey Teme!! Guess what? I just found my lucky number! It's seven; no wonder that's the only day I don't get pummeled by chicks!'
I rolled my eyes at the memory
'But I hate two; it always brings me bad luck, hmmmmmmm, come to think of it, isn't that what I always get at a math test?'
Lucky numbers?
Unlucky ones?
Who would actually believe in that?
Well, someone like Naruto I suppose, I on the other hand, was different. Luck was something foreign to me and yes, it was going to stay that way, I was too busy in my life to tackle the concept of luck. They say that if you do this, you'll get good luck, but if you that, you will be cursed with bad luck, what am I? An idiot who would actually believe in the whole, 'where a shoe horse around your neck for good luck' or 'hand it over the door frame' kind of guy?
I'd rather give dobe the pleasure of making me laugh.
I glanced at the old grandfather clock just placed a few feet away, it was already two in the morning and my eyes were still missing the feeling of drowsiness, I wondered why, maybe because the rain falling outside wasn't much soothing for my ears, maybe the street hounds were making too much unpleasant howls or maybe it was the fact that today was the third of March.
The warm covers really didn't seem all that comfortable and neither did the that stupid tick tock sound the clock would always make, it was sort of ironic actually, usually all this never bothered me and sleep was never much of an issue as it always came to me yet I kept cursing the reason I had been feeling so damn depressed.
To anyone else, I would almost be the same, and honestly I don't mind that. I didn't want some outsider to read through me like I was some sort of open book, inviting everyone to read me who passes my way. Dobe? Well he was a different story; I suppose living with someone for so many years really makes it easy to read the other huh? Or in my language, makes it easy to invade someone's privacy without their consent!
My nails didn't refuse to continue scratching the sheets, made me look like I was some restless idiot waiting for something. That little organ in your chest that just keeps on pumping, pushing blood through your veins, is the major organ of the body, what do they call it?...Yeah, the heart, mine just pumped harder and harder, I was sure it even skipped a few beats, I could already feel the damn thing stuck in my sour throat, ready to make its way out of my esophagus.
Why? Why was this happening? Why was I feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins? Why was there a sheet of sweat creating a thick film on my forehead? Why did my heart go racing? Why did this annoying silence haunt me?
Why…?
I hated it, despised the fact that I was feeling this way, the dim light in the room just added to the reasons why I shouldn't break everything in my way, I closed my eyes shut, taking in a long sharp inhale and exhaling slowly, I continued the process for quite some time until I knew it was all over, I couldn't stand it anymore, why was this annoyance getting to me? I had enough of it! I couldn't stand the memories, all those painful memories! My brain lost its ability to interpret anything that had been happening and before I knew it, I was on my feet, going to where the dressing table was and when I reached it, I glanced at the mirror,
Oh how I detested my own sight, anger rushed through me, the blood pumping through me boiled, the intensity was too much to handle. I had to bite my lip so hard that blood oozed down from it, my knuckles clenched, turning white. The nails on my finger tips bore in the soft skin of my palms, the same crimson liquid poured down.
I could hear the rain outside settle down a bit and once again, there was nothing but silence from the boundaries of my house to the deep core of my heart. Why? Why was it so quiet?
I knew I was always the one allowing solitude to take over what was left of me after the massacre but now, this madness had driven me to a corner where I couldn't find anything or anyone for myself, I was sick to death of it and I was ready to let it go, though I knew I would never be like Naruto but at least I wouldn't be a prisoner in the portrait of my own fears.
Once again I glanced at the mirror in front, the anger came rushing back and before I could stop my own self, my bare knuckle had slammed against the shiny surface of it and the next thing I knew, it was broken into several pieces. A few were latched to my skin and most were gathered on the floor, blood oozed down, covering my arm in process.
I know, my strange behavior might have gotten some people a little confused but there is a reason, there is a reason behind this, behind my cause of being the animal I have become.
Her…
Have you ever felt incomplete?
Like you need someone to do the favors of completing you? Like you need someone just made for you, someone who would only dream of you, who would only think of you, who would only want you?
That was the exact same feeling I had been feeling, it's funny actually people wouldn't usually believe the fact that the Great stoic Uchiha actually felt this way, like he needed a lover? They'd just laugh and rub it off or would most probably say that even if the Uchiha does want someone, it's not like every girl in town has the hearts visible in their eyes for Naruto or something. He could get whoever he wanted to, but didn't they understand that he didn't want just anyone; he wanted her and only her…
Even after all these years, she still had this power over him, he didn't understand why or how? Did she still remember him? Or more importantly, did she still love him?
Twenty three years is a long time and every third of every March, the third month of the year, I would feel this way. God really did hate me; maybe He was just punishing me for everything i had done in the past.
What had I not given her? I had presented her with everything I had, I had given the most reserved and important spot in my heart to her, yet she had refused me, why? Didn't she love me? She had said so then why turn her back when I needed her the most.
There she was in my arms, her gentle smile visible clearly, her eyes shining and pouring love only meant for me and I kept her close, after all those years of hatred, I had finally accepted her and welcomed her in my life, then suddenly just like today, it was a rainy day and with a bold look and her once evergreen eyes now dead, she spoke those words like they were the most obvious ones in her dictionary and then she just walked away, just like that!
Who gave her the right to do that?
And for twenty three years, I had fought the pain, I had done everything I could to get her back safely to my side but she had simply refused. Now an ordinary person would surely say it was just bad luck, I don't believe it! It wasn't bad luck, we were just never meant to be……
And even now, I wait, wait for her to be the same girl I once remembered, I wanted her, I want her and I'll always want her…
My Sakura……
Yes I should've been blamed for not asking or trying to get her back, but to the ones who would actually take pleasure in my misery, newsflash, I did!
Three hundred and three times I tried writing to her……
No reply,
Three thousand three hundred and thirty three times I tried calling her……
There was no answer,
Three hundred times I tried finding her,
There was no trace,
Thirty eight times I tried reaching her,
Never found her,
Three million times I tried looking for her,
Never saw her,
And every hour of every day of every freaking week I tried thinking of her more than three billion times!
And all I ever got were fresh new wounds!
The memories were too rough, I was sick at heart thinking about them but no matter how much I tried, I could never get rid of them. This was when I had completely lost control; I pushed down everything on the table, broke the vase, ripped down the paintings and wrote her name on the clear white wall with my own blood!
Yet, I still felt the same…
I was dead…
Maybe not physically but mentally, emotionally, I was just a plain corpse.
As the blood on my wounds just poured down and messed up the cold marble floor, I observed, my actions and everything I had done. The pitter patter of the rain was still there and was much wild than before.
I slumped on to the cold floor on my knees, the person to lift me up, to join my broken pieces together and sew them was the one to rip me apart and burn the pieces.
I slowly laid back down on the cold floor, the room now dark, the little light that came from the lamp was gone, since I was too eager to break it, darkness filled my world once more and once again I wished that it was me who had died that night by the hands of my brother not the other way round, I tried closing my eyes and I knew that I had done what I had to, tomorrow would be another day and life would go one for me, it was just this day of the year that everything in my brain would seem right being upside down.
It wasn't long before slumber overtook me and before I could drown in the depths of my dreams I thought of her once more.
Next thing I knew, the once colorful world now turned black……
It's funny how everything I did never brought her back but I did change one thing in my life, now I do believe in numerology, My luck was never good from the start, the moment I took my first breath, life had decided to hit me with a force more than I could endure. She was gone and I knew she wasn't coming anytime soon, Lord knows if she even lives or not, she was gone and I was still standing at that very spot she had left me for dead……
But now I'm really tired of all this mess and this negativity, why not look at the bright side……
At least I found my unlucky number…
Number 3
So yes, I know it's very touchy, I almost cried when I read wrote it but it just came to me and I had to share it with you guys, I know this was really sad and all so I was planning on writing one more chapter of this fiction, but I will do that if you guys tell me to, I just need your feedback, I really hate tragedies and I can't stand them but this wasn't a tragedy fiction, I just wanted to give it a more happier end. Anyways GO SASUSAKU! I LOVE YOU! And plzzz someone hit me for writing this…lol
Anyways, I'll be waiting for your reviews…
With love…..
Angelic101