Cleansing

A/N: Ta-da!!! I am alive. Now, I realize I haven't written in almost two months. I'm going to blame high school for that, because, let's face it, it takes away any free time you once had. And I realize that this is definitely not my best piece of work, but I felt inspired and a little emo today, so you're going to deal with it, sit back, read, and then write me a very long review. Okay?

Oh, and this is dedicated to Ren and Missa, from whom I expect a very nice one-shot for my birthday on the 14th. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Actually, yes, in the months I have left you, I have managed to gain ownership to Naruto... merchandise.

Warning: Rain falls. Oooh.

Song Choice: I stole this from Ren. Anyway, I'd go with "Come Clean" by Hilary Duff.

It looked like I was staring out the window, but my eyes were shut. I knew that rain was dripping down the panes and I could hear the pitter patter against the ground outside if I concentrated and got past the hum of my radiator. It was only a drizzle, really, but it could've been a hurricane for all I was paying attention. My mind was on one thing, and one thing only. Sasuke had been gone for ten years today.

You know the feeling of being slapped in the face when there is no way that anyone even touched you? That's what I felt like right then. Like I was still waiting for everyone to jump out from behind the sofa and shout, "Surprise!" or "April Fool!"

I guess that shows how desperately I want someone to tell me that it hasn't been real. That I have such a twisted imagination that I have managed to conjure up this hell of a decade in a horrifyingly vivid nightmare. Or even that I am the psychotic nutcase whom Sasuke-kun has been bringing tomato soup to for the last ten years, while I ranted and raved about snake men with long tongues ruining my life.

I try to remember the night he left me, Team 7, Konoha. It seems kind of a blur. Had it been raining then too? Maybe I was just confusing all the tears I cried with raindrops. I had been hopeful then. I thought that he could still come back for me and Naruto and the village.

I don't know if I can hope anymore.

I didn't notice that I had gotten up and gone outside until I feel the wet on my face.I'm in front of that fateful bench. I close my eyes and touch my face. Are those tears? Something seems to tell me yes.

I sit down on the stone for a few moments, contemplating life while the water droplets fall towards the earth and on me. Oddly enough, I feel cleansed. Have I managed to wash away a decade's worth of hurt and pain in fifteen minutes? It seems doubtful.

So I concentrate and… I see his face… smirking at me. I can feel how he used to be. Okay, so not quite all of the pain, but enough so that I can feel the ache dull a little.

Maybe sometimes we just need to wash over the hurt with a little rain?

Let the rain fall down

And wake my dreams

Let it wash away

My sanity

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder

I wanna scream

Let the rain fall down

I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

A/N: Sooo...?? Obviously, it is Sakura's P.O.V, for those of you who didn't get you. Oh, and read some of my older fics, along with "The Eccentric Files." Arrividerci, ya'll.