The Unfinished Entry

Prologue: It all started here…

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It was at that day when he had first met her.

"Help me!" Her hoarse voice ran through the forest.

It has been three hours since she fell from the cliff inside the forest. The cliff wasn't that high but her fall earned her a couple of bruises on her cheeks and limbs and a sprain on her left ankle.

"Itai!" she cried out in pain. Beads of sweat and tears were lining her smooth and pale face. She placed some of her damp pink strands of hair behind her ear as she examined her ankle once more, all the while howling in so much pain.

You can't blame her for acting like that. It's her first time having a sprain…

"I wish I haven't strayed a bit from Okaa-san." She started crying again.

And it's Haruno Sakura we're talking about.

Haruno Sakura was six years old at that time. She was the only daughter of Hiyoshi and Aya Haruno. She belongs to a well-to-do family in Konoha. She was practically pampered since birth.

"Kaa-san!" Her voice grew fainter as each second passed by. She was draining out of energy because of the constant yelling and crying. Trying to find a more comfortable position, she laid down on the ground slowly, careful not to put any pressure on her left leg.

But before sleep devoured her, she saw a blurred image of blue.

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She felt herself go up and down every second as if she was riding a carriage on a rocky road. Rubbing her eyes slowly, she muttered, "Where am I?"

"Finally, you're awake." a cold voice responded.

"Huh?"

Raven locks met her emerald eyes as soon as she put her hand off of her eye. She now realized where she was…

Someone was carrying her on his back.

She was surprised, yet she didn't give any signs of it because she was too exhausted. She then asked him, "Who are you?"

Instead of giving her he rightful answer, he asked her, "Where do you live?" He had answered him with another question. He did not even bother to explain what was happening at the very moment. But she didn't reply.

"I have no time for you. And you're… ummf… heavy." He added.

"My ankle hurts." she whined. "Why are you carrying me?" She again asked innocently, green eyes reflected nothing but tiredness.

"Look, if you don't give me your-" he was about to scold her from not answering when he heard someone shout.

"Sakura!"

They whipped there heads at the sound of the voice. A pink-haired woman came running towards them, worry written all over her face.

"Kaa-san!" Sakura called back. Surprisingly, she seemed to regain all energy that she lost when se saw her mother. Her mother rushed to her and took her away from the boy's back all the while kissing Sakura's cheeks and forehead.

"I'm so worried about you! My! You looked so beaten up! What happened?"

Sakura whimpered, "My ankle…"

The woman looked at her ankles and found her left one with a blue bandage, if you could call a strip of blue cloth wrapped around her ankle one.

She looked at the boy earlier with a questioning look.

"I saw her on the side of the cliff. Her ankle was swollen so I guessed that she fell from the cliff Ma'am." The boy explained to her politely.

"Thank you very much!" She hugged the boy slightly. This made him frown a bit, but his expressions turned blank once again as she faced him.

"What's your name?" the woman asked.

"Sasuke."

"Thank you very much Sasuke for helping my daughter. I owe you so much."

"It's nothing ma'am."

"Come on Sakura, say thank you to your saviour." Sakura's mother urged the sleepy pink head.

"Thank you Sasuke-kun for saving me." Sakura smiled before giving him a peck on his cheek. "Ja ne." she continued and then snoozed off in her mother's shoulders.

Sasuke gave her a surprised look but a scowl soon replaced it. Who wouldn't be surprised? He was kissed by someone he barely knew and she even called him with the –kun suffix. When they left, he muttered,

"Annoying girl."

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He smirked as he closed the pink notebook he was holding.

"She still remembered that day." He thought.

He was so amused at himself. Who would know that his trademark phrase existed when he was as young as eight years old? If he knew himself more, he would assume that his first words would also be "You're annoying." or something in that line.

He ran his fingers through his raven hair. Suddenly his onyx eyes fell on the picture frame on the top of the shelf near him. And then his face turned blank and expressionless again.

It was a picture of him and Sakura.

Eyes drawing into a thin line, he looked again at the pink notebook or rather diary he was holding.

"Sakura…"

And again, he ventured into her world.

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Hoe! This was really short. Well, that's actually okay. This was just a prologue or something. And also, exams are coming up. I am actually lucky enough to find a time to write this. Heck, school requirements are really killing me.

Sorry if there were some grammatical errors up there. It's already 1 am and I'm really sleepy.