a s p h y x i a t e d . t e a r s
.chapter one : t e a r s . o f . a . b u t t e r f l y

Manic screams ring through the damp night air, as the sky closes its eyes and sheds tears upon the dreary landscape of Konoha. The soft cotton candy colored hair of the fragile girl was drenched as the cold rain ran down her porcelain cheeks. She was torn up, cold, forgotten forever in her infernal mind; Tormented by her haunting thoughts. Her hands lay dormant, hold each other, resting on her broken heart. Her lips slowly moved, trying to usher out words, yet it was to hard, there was nothing she could say. She seemed to choke, trying to cough up the words.

"Wh…w…" It still seemed impossible to say even a syllable, much less the fact that her ever looming fear stood in front of her, not blinking, not moving, just starring, tearing a hole in her sole.

"Don't speak…" The dark figure standing in front of her, moved forward. She began to tremble. "Why? Because. Because I must live, this is what I have chosen. My path strays from yours, yet your blind. Blinded by you own fantasies." She stopped shaking, her tears fell seamlessly to the ground with the chilling rain. His feet came into her vision. She slowly moved her head upwards, to meet his cold eyes.

"Yo…you…" She still couldn't speak, her eyes now asphyxiated on his.

"Shut up…" His words hurt as they came out of his cold lips, "Just…don't'…" He raised his right hand up to her chin. The rain pounded off of his pale skin. He slowly moved his face forward, he closed his eyes and their lips met for nothing but a second. It seemed like an eternity for her, yet it was nothing happened. She fell into a paradise, she had been kissed, kissed by him. She felt his warm breath upon her left ear, he was whispering something, yet she had hardly snapped out of her own word, until one single word rang through, shattering her world forever.

"Goodbye…" He took his hand off her chin and turned around. She reach out, trying to grab a hold of her only love, her life. He actually said goodbye, it was all over. She couldn't do anything, what was there to do? She fell to her knees onto the cold cement ground. It didn't hurt, nothing could hurt her anymore. Tears flowed from her face uncontrollably. Her screams became dulled by the pounding rain.

Sakura woke up to a cold sweat screaming. Was it only a dream? If only it was. She looked around, the rain still pounded outside. It was as if the sky was crying for her, for Sasuke. What had she done to deserve this? Why did Sasuke leave her? She suffocated in her thoughts, the images of Sasuke walking away, and that kiss, oh that kiss, if only it had lasted longer. Her eyes welled up and began to burn with an immense pain. Was there any hope left? Sasuke had been gone for two months now, the mounting pain was like the weight of the world upon her shoulders, she just wanted to crumble. She turned her head looking at the kunai laying on the cold wooden floor. It taunted her. Almost laughing, beating her down, making fun of her like so many have done. A tear ran from her overflowing tear ducts.

"Why Sasuke…" Her words burned, they came out barley above the tone of a whisper. "Why…" Her hands clenched into fist. She raised her cold hands into the air and slammed them down. Her fragile porcelain skin tore on the splintered wood.

"Naruto…kun…you…broke your promise…" Tears bounced off of the wood before creeping in through the pores.

"Sasuke is gone…forever…" Her voice cracked with pain. "Why…" She cried out, as her eye caught sight of the scarred metal forehead protector. Naruto's lie, Naruto's lie scarred across the metal, "you could not save him…" She starred at the ceiling, "…and you can't save me…"

Sakura's bleeding hand reached for the kunai. She looked down at it, as if she were now taunting it, taunting it to cut deep into her smooth tear stained skin. She squeezed her left fist tightly, the veins popped up, she held the kunai in her right hand. "…no saving me now…Naruto-kun…" A tear dropped down onto the cold metal blade. She moved the blade over to her left arm, and aimed it between the two rather large veins that stood out in the middle of her arm.

The blade tore her skin apart, she watched as the blood trickled away from the wound, as if it had been freed from a prison, and if she was freed. She dragged the kunai up her arm, then took her right arm and whipped away her tears.
"Sasuke…I wont cry anymore…" She pushed the blade deeper, her arm had begun to go numb. Sakura pulled the blade to the right making a large wound. Did she really have to do this? No, yet, did she want to suffer? It was better than the unbearable pain of loosing Sasuke forever. Her teeth clenched as her crimson blood flowed from her arm onto the floor. She slowly lowered her head and laid down upon the floor. Her vision began to blur as she slipped away out of consciousness.

The sun peaked out from behind the clouds and shone upon the wooden floor and Sakura's cold body, still her chest moving up and down with a steady flow of air, yet her body suffocates as blood pools around her.

Naruto walks down the cold hallways of Sakura's home. He stares mildly excited at the walls, after all he had not seen her for nearly two weeks. Where could she have been? She's never like this. The dark hallway Naruto was in started to become chilled, as if a wind had come through. He clenched the white flower he brought for Sakura, to cheer her up, as he looked down at the wooden floor. Light and shadows danced under Sakura's door, it seemed as if the strange breeze was coming from underneath the door also. It seemed strange, it was nearly winter, its so cold outside. Why would her window be open?

Naruto reached his right hand over the door knob and stopped. His hand hung in the air as if time stopped. There was a strange odder that hung around the door, it seemed familiar, yet so distant and, frightening. His fingers slowly touched upon the cold handle, he felt something, something bad rush through his body. His left arm twitched as he held on tighter to the elegant white flower. He starred down at the floor as sweat rolled off of his nose and hit the ground. The dancing shadows had ceased to exist, yet the wind continued. Naruto heard a strange noise in the room, almost a buzzing. He swallowed the dry sickness he felt as he watched a brown decrepit leaf flow under the door. His hand wrapped around the door knob and twisted. Dare he push the door open? Another droplet of sweat fell from his face, he took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, he moved in. To knock, would have been so nice, to see what he saw would scare someone, anyone, for life.

Naruto's left hand shivered, as he stepped into the room, unprepared for what he saw. The stench that came from the room, it smelled of death. His eyes welled up, his head still down. Should he dare to look up? Of course, Sakura, she would never…

Naruto took five steps into the room, he closed his eyes half way in, he closed his mind of everything around him, shutting out the horrid sounds he had heard. He took another step in, then another. His foot had hit something, something soft, damp, and cold. His head raised towards the ceiling. His right fist clenched, his left held on to the flower, the flower he so desperately want to give to Sakura. Sweat rolled down his face, his eyes open. He was unaware as to what was at his feet, he want to move, really he did, but he didn't have to strength to. He felt as if he were going to collapse, if only he hadn't made Kakashi stay behind, outside, if only he were here.

Naruto starred at the ceiling, how beautiful it was, in the dark shadows. The curtains on Sakura's window fluttered with the wind, the ceiling became lit up with the afternoon light. A tear streamed from Naruto's right eye. Flies buzzed around the room, and suddenly, Naruto was brought back to the real world, the world of never ending pain.

"Sa…Sakura…" Naruto's throat was dry, he desperately didn't want to look down, "…a…are you…there?" His voice quivered. He couldn't help but to think of what had happened, what was going to starring him in his face…
Naruto closed his eyes, his head swiftly moved downwards, trying not to, yet he had to see. His eye lids twitched, as if trying to lock themselves, to stop from seeing something, something horrible. Finally, he managed to gather enough courage, no, he had gathered nothing, he just had to look.

The delicate flower in Naruto's hand fell, being released by his warm sweaty hand. The white, beautiful flower landed in the still palm of Sakura. Tears fell from Naruto's face, there in front of him, at his very feet, lay Sakura.
Her left arm, was split wide open, rotten. Flies hung in the air around her, attracted to the morbid sent. A kunai lay, stuck, in her upper forearm. A fly crawled along the top of it, as if looking at Naruto, knowing what had happened, it turned and took off into the air. The floor was stained with blood, blood that had poured from Sakura and sunk into the deep wood veins, resting eternally there. Maggots crept around underneath Sakura's cold lifeless body. Naruto found himself, dry, void of emotion. What could he say, or do for that matter. He choked back the vomit traveling up his throat. His whole body shook violently, sweat ran down his face, his eyes widened, his beautiful blue eyes had been forever burned with the image of Sakura, laying in her own blood, with the kunai still sticking out of her arm. His head sunk, lower and lower to the ground, his face was flooded with sorrow.

"First, Sasuke…now you…Sakura…" Snot began to run from his nose as tears started to flow once more. "I…I lo…why, Sakura-chan…why." Naruto sucked air in through his nose, "…I love…loved you…" he brought his right arm up and wiped the snot on his sleeve. "…you stupid…bitch…" Naruto clenched his fist and turned, Kakashi was at the door, in as much shock as Naruto himself was. Naruto walked to the door. As he walked past, Kakashi put his gloved hand on Naruto's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Naruto-kun…" Naruto wrenched away from Kakashi's gentle grip. He took three step down the hall, and stopped. Naruto choked back tears:

"…no…just don't talk…" Naruto slowly walked out of the building.

Kakashi sighed, he starred at the white flower laying in her hand. He took off his head protector covering his sharingan eye. He walked over and set it next to the scarred forehead protect of Sasuke. Kakashi turned around with his eyes welled up, and made his way out of the room; He stopped at the doorway, "I truly am sorry, Sakura-chan, I'm sorry…Sasuke…I let my team down…again…" Kakashi moved his right hand over the seldom revealed eye with Obito's sharingan. He pulled his shirt up over the eye and walked out of the room.

A butterfly slowly made it's way in through the open window into the morbid room, the room where Sakura lay dead. The butterfly was beautiful, with pink wings outlined in black. It looked as if it floated in the air. The delicate butterfly set down upon the white flower in Sakura's motionless hand.

Author's note: Alright, this story reall came out of no where. I just thought of the begining dream sequnce, and it went from there. As of right now, I'm working on chapter two, which I hope to finish sometime this weekend.
Please comment on anything I could do better, or you think I should add and so on. Thanks!