Hey, guys! It's been a long time since I last wrote a Fanfic~! It's a NaruSaku fic!
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…Ok, that was a bit weird.
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Here goes nothing!- (DUN, DUN, DUN DUN!)
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Sakura was what some would call her, kind and cruel.
Not exactly the adjectives that meshed together well, but, with her, the both balanced each other perfectly. She was strong, tough, ruthless, cruel and, perhaps, a bit arrogant. She wasn't the sort to hold grudges, wasn't the sort to hate someone with all her passion.
But, currently, she did. It was, perhaps, a tiny spark of hatred- but, it was there, lingering. Abhorrence, however, was too strong a word- too strong to use it with Naruto, at least.
Naruto wasn't the sort of person one could 'abhor' with a click of his fingers. One would, she felt, need a hell lot of emotional control to actually abhor the blonde.
Hating the Jinchurikki, itself, was an impossible feat. But, she had done it.
She hated him.
Sure, hating him did make her feel guilty, it made her wonder how, how can I hate him?, but she had done it.
The owner of the emerald eyes smiled faintly, as the poison from the patient's body poured out into the green orb attached to her hand. The red liquid moved as she moved her hand, only to be dropped in a container a few seconds later. She took the warm towel, running it over the man's thigh, partially to ease the pain, and mainly to make sure if the poison was completely gone. The patient gasped and groaned loudly, earning a, "Well, that's that." from Sakura.
She looked approvingly at two nurses who had been busy restraining the patient, now smiling at her, marveling at her optimistic and strong willed nature.
She addressed one of the nurses, apprising her of the diet and conditions of the patient, ways to expedite the recovering rate. Adding a silent 'Thank you, and make sure to feed him enough Vitamin B,' her eyes followed the patient as he was promptly taken out of the room, hurriedly.
With no one meddling in her privacy, she gave a deep, heartfelt sigh and sat on a swivel chair, resting her elbows on the desk. Dropping her face in her hands she groaned.
Work had been piling up like hell, being forced to do regular checkups on ex-Shinobis; the 'ex' added due to the Fourth Shinobi War's unwanted courtesy. It had been four years since that faithful day, the day when everything had gone horribly wrong, the day when thousands were sacrificed, the day when Narut- no, Sasuke died.
She tried her best (and succeeded to some extent) to forget about the blonde because-
'He killed Sasuke.'
Naruto was in a four year long coma, but that still didn't change the fact that Sasuke-kun is dead.
She found herself clenching her fingers when hatred washed over her.
"How dare he!?" she murmured, "How dare he kill Sasuke; how DARE HE!?"
The news came to her through banging doors, startling her. She jumped a few inches in her seat, gasped and swiveled around, still on her chair. She saw the nurse, her blue hair tied in a loose pony tail, her specs cocked, and gasping for air like water deprived fish.
Sakura composed herself, got up, poured water in a glass and offered it to her. "Calm down." she said, while the nurse grappled for the glass, and thirstily drank the water. The blue-haired, who, if Sakura's memory skills had not betrayed her, was Aoi. Aoi looked at her respectfully, grateful.
Silence took over.
"Uh, is there something you need?" Sakura asked, feeling rather awkward.
The nurse gave a startled gaze, remembering the reason for her arrival. She composed herself, hastily wiping her sweaty forehead. There was a look on her face, a mixture of happiness and dread, when she spoke the next sentence, "Haruno-san, Uzumaki Naruto. He is awake."
A deep silence pervaded.
After receiving the news, her brain decided to shut down. She wasn't sure how to react, to feel? Ecstatic? Granted, she was feeling just that, but she, without a second doubt, crushed it.
She knew she wasn't supposed to forgive murderers.
(Oh, the irony of it all.)
So, she simply stared, bemused, as if someone had just asked her to solve a particularly difficult mathematical sum, instead of saying something as simple as 'He is awake.' This time it was her time to stare like a water deprived fish. Aoi continued speaking, "His condition, however is not…." She paused, searching for the correct word, "…uh, stable."
Sakura's eyes hardened with contempt or worry, she herself wasn't sure. Giving a curt nod- a nod which seemed to forced as if she were trying to overlay her emotions with the opposite feelings- she walked towards the door and headed for room 302, Aoi following her.
Aoi seemed a bit reluctant to follow her and actually get into the room, for reasons Sakura would understand a few minutes later. Sakura noticed her reluctance and, taking pity on her, nodded, assenting to her obvious and untold request. Seconds later, Sakura found herself alone and abandoned, staring at the door and the number, engraved on a metal plate, 302.
She felt nervous. Highly so. It felt as if she were being tested by Tsunade; this time, however, she tried her best to crush the excitement. Despite that, her forehead sweat and nervousness ran through her spine.
Since when did the air-conditioner stop working?
She could not hear anything from the room: it was soundproof.
Taking in a deep, bated, longing breath, calming her muscles, allowing four years worth of anger resurface, clenching her fists, she stomped inside, ready to break all hell loose.
A scream. A broken, rusty, unused scream.
That was the first thing she heard when she entered. She wasn't really sure how to react, but, the voice was very familiar but… different. The next thing she heard were voices- nurses, she presumed they were. The nurses were trying their best to calm the patient down, tugging at his shoulder in a vain attempt to pin him down.
Said patient was busy thwarting about, moving his hands wildly, and his eyes wide with unconcealed fear. His blue eyes seemed fifty shades darker, pupils small, screaming in his broken, broken voice, asking for help and-
She couldn't see it anymore.
This wasn't how she expected their meeting to be like. She hadn't imagined seeing him with so much pain, so much hurt. She thought she'd see an ebullient Naruto, the one who'd grin at her, the one to whom she'd say how much she hated him, hated him for killing Sasuke, for leaving her alone, for making her cry, for making her worried sick, for killing Sasuke-
No.
Naruto, why did you leave me?
The years had been hell for her. Having to cope with heavy losses, having to know that Sasuke was dead, and finally knowing that Naruto- her best friend, her nakama, the person she'd kill herself to save- could slip away from her grasp, and die, simply die. Somehow, Sasuke seemed meaningless to her.
"Where am I?!" he screamed, his voice cracked, "Where the hell am I?!Get away from me, GET AWAY!"
"Naruto, calm down!" Tsunade. Sakura hadn't even seen her. Of course, she'd be there. It was Naruto, for Heaven's sake!
The blonde woman looked sternly at the nurses, her hazels eyes hardening, whilst she too tried to pin him down. 'Tried' being the key word- for he easily broke from his restrains, screaming and muttering "The light is too bright… get away, why are you still here? No…no, please no! Stay away from me!" his voice took a hushed tone now, as he calmed down, giving the nurses the opportunity to pin him down. Their success, however, was short lived because, as soon as the bed touched his back, he screamed.
He squirmed, tossing and turning, eyes wide and speaking incoherently, yet loudly, "Why must you do this!?" he screamed, swiping his arms, sending a few nurses on their backs, "Why… what did I ever do to you!?" he tugged at his hair, as if feeling there was something pressing at him from all sides, "Fuck it, fuck it, FUCK IT!"
Everything was too bright.
His eyes distractedly flickered about, and then landed on Tsunade. His eyes didn't soften and no smile graced his face. His mouth rounded in surprise, and he murmured, "You… aren't you supposed to be dead?"
It didn't make any sense. He had killed her. He had seen her dying, he had seen everyone dying, and leaving him alone in this world and then… then they had come back for him.
How are they alive?
His head pained and bile rose up his throat and he covered his mouth in distaste.
Tsunade took in a deep breath, stepping forward and asked, with an unusual amount of gentleness, fearing the worst, "What do you mean?"
"No!" he scrambled away from her, nearly falling off the bed, "Don't come near me! You guys are dead, I saw it, I saw it! I killed you, dammit, I killed you! You, Shikimaru, Neji, all of them, dead. She died, for fuck's sake! I saw Sakura dying!"
Sakura started at the mention of her name. Last she checked, she was sure as hell alive and kicking. In fact, she was one the most famous medic nins in Konoha.
"What….?" She doubted her voice could reach any of their ears, amidst of all the commotion. Tsunade heard her, for she looked straight at her face, something in her eyes telling her to go. She frowned at her, her eyes disconcerted.
Naruto followed her gaze, quietening abruptly, his words leaving his mouth and slowly bursting like bubbles.
She was there, alive and beautiful, she was just there.
"Saku…ra.." he murmured, voicing it again and again, getting used to the name, as if spoken in an alien tongue.
"Naruto." She acknowledged, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. She tried to suppress it, failed miserably, and thought that, the hell, this was Naruto.
His eyes were a pallet of emotions, ranging from fervor to sadness to confusion and above all… fear.
For her, or of her, she wasn't really sure. Something told her that she was better off not knowing.
She took this time, as the silence spread, to observe her team mate. His skin was a bit lighter though still tanned. He had black circles under his eyes, his cheeks were sunken his eyes having lost its exuberance. His hair was amazingly tousled, wild and long, reaching a bit above his shoulders. Even though he seemed handsome, he still needed a haircut. Surprisingly, he hadn't even gained weight. He had lost his glow, yes, but there was something in him that still screamed his name. Something familiar, something she had come to love over the years.
Apparently she had walked a considerable distance, because the next moment, she found herself being hugged by him.
It was a desperate hug, the sort which made her heart flutter, the sort which made her think, 'I'll be there for you.' At the same time, the simple hug made her know that he was afraid. It made her know that he was scared, that he was terrified of… something.
Sakura felt tears swell up in her eyes, as she shut them, and all too happily hugged him back. She pressed her lips against his head, gently running her hand through his hair.
It had been such a long time. It had been years since she had last touched him; felt him so close to her; the perfection of it all. She found herself crying silently, the nostalgia raw and alive and she wished time to stop for them.
(It didn't- it never was supposed to.)
Naruto embraced her. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, registering her somewhat shapely features. He breathed in her scent- slightly minty and strawberry like- and then he knew. She was alive.
She was fucking alive!
But…
But, he saw her dead.
He saw it, he had seen it. Her eyes dead, limbs twisted and broken at an impossible angle, looking at him blankly, smiling mockingly and…
There was blood.
So much of it.
He screamed as his head pained, as whispers filled his head and the world- his own made world- crashed down on him, telling him, admonishing him, saying that this is a dream, you were never meant to be alive, she is dead, she never existed, kill her, kill her, kill her because this doesn't make any sense-
And it scared him. It terrified him.
He pushed her away, roughly, rudely, and snarled, "You bitch, get away from me."
Sakura tripped back, unbalanced, only to gain support from one of the nurses. She would have thanked him, but for some reason, her throat felt dry and her heart sunk painfully. There was hurt in her eyes. Sweet, disgusting hurt and it scared him. He never wanted to see her like that,
"No… you…" 'You are dead.' "I…I…" he coughed abruptly, body convulsing and jittering in pain, shaking all over and…
Blank.
His eyes rolled upwards, and though faint, his words did not miss the Hokage's and medic nin's ears,
"You… you guys killed me."
(They never did, Naruto. You are meant to kill.
His lips curved up.
Ah, yes, a killing machine.)
~R~D~H~
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