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(wanted some romance in my life. instead created...this. fuck life)
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SWEETHEARTS
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Sakura:
Princess In Disguise
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The first time she saw him in those passing months was then his shadow crossed her path.
Her emerald eyes looked up from her lap, tiny hands clenched into fists as the feelings that she thought were long gone resurfaced by only one look at his beautiful (--tired, angular, emotionless--) face—which had dark circled underneath his hardened eyes. She blinked slowly; taking in him as if trying to understand why he even bothered to stop in his tracks to stand near her.
Her long, dark lashes trembled, fighting the crystal drops that were going to appear in the corners of her widen orbs. Her lips barely opened, (--she wondered why wasn't she screaming--) and her voice was just above a whisper. But she was sure that he would've heard her even if she didn't say it aloud: "...Sasuke-kun...?"
He tilted his head to the left—letting the shining light of the morning sun dance on his jet black locks—as his unfocused matching eyes stared at her. (--it could be Naruto or Konohamuru playing a prank on you a nagging voice in the back of her head whispered--) She suddenly felt completely naked, stripped of the defenses she managed to build up over those years.
A soft morning breeze ruffled her long cherry mane and for a second she lost him from her sight. (--the fear of this being a dream (nightmare?) overwhelmed her--) and quickly a thin arm was lifted from the lap of her green dress as long elegant fingers pushed the disturbed curls away from her face.
But then she was free of the barrier made from her hair. He was still there, towering her with all his height. Dry, thin lips pressed together tightly. Pale skin was unhealthily tainted by dark spots on both of his arms (--training, he must have been, the voice scoffed, when was the last time you did that?--) Compared to her tiny self, the he was big and tall. The black outfit showed his strong hard-corded muscles which rippled with power.
"...it's nice to see you—" She choked back some words unable to detect which of the sounds her throat was about to make were actual words and which were sobs.
As expected he didn't say a word.
Sakura decided to stay silent until the moment he will open that appealing mouth of his and say something that will help her create a conversation in the right direction. Not just blurb about whatever subject will come into that pretty head of hers, but like a man searching in the darkness only to find himself with a hand full of snakes (--ha, snakes. isn't Sasuke-kun just like a snake. be careful my little blind girl. the voice was mocking her. mocking her! wasn't it supposed to be a shoulder to cry on?--)
She didn't know how much time had passed since he came back to her (--100058.100059.100060.100061.100062.--), maybe a minute or two. Or maybe a hole hour. From time-to-time she would open her mouth to speak, but closed it after remembering that she didn't want to speak in the first place. (--you must have looked like a fish. how sexy.--)
Half of her mind was pushing her to leave the bench. To turn her back to him and just walk away. To show what it feels like (--you shouldn't try to let him feel anything. he never loved you anyway, stupid.--) to get thrown away like a rag doll.
But the other half (--the biggest of them all--) whispered right in her ear: "never. never. never. never. never. never. never. never leave him. or you will die." And that half nagged that she would never see him again.
So she stayed because she was Sakura. And because he was Sasuke. The girl who would always wait for him (--she hoped at one day he will say "I want to be loved" in his own special way--) even if that special boy wouldn't ever love her.
"...Sakura—" she perked up at the sound of her name. "—let's go shopping."
She beamed a smile that might have as well brightened the summer morning. (--his birthday is comin' up, she remembered--) Nodding her head like a small child Sakura followed Sasuke's lead towards the Market Street; not knowing why of all things to do would Sasuke want to do when he came back was go shopping.
A girl like her was born to be spoiled. To attract attention everywhere she went. To be loved.
Instead she was begging for at least a glance from him. For him to acknowledge her existence. For him to love her back. (--she wondered for a moment why was she such a masochist--)
A boy like him was born hard to love. To be genius/prodigy that would be brighter than his brother.
Instead he was avoiding the attention he received (--both good and bad--). He locked himself in his empty house drowning himself with each bottle. He wished that people like her would stop trying to save him (--to love him--) because if they won't he might just return their feelings and get saved.
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"I missed you."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I know."
"Do you love me?"
"No."
Sad smile. "I know."
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He was back for seven months now.
The details of his return were hazy but she remembered that one day he simply showed up on top of the Hokage tower (--no one ever found out how in the hell did he came into the heart of village without getting spotted--) and said: "I'm back."
She remembered her own fright and confusion (--from being torn apart. it was either him, if he got convicted, or her life. but no matter what, she decided she would choose him--). Her hands were shaking as mint green eyes stared at the door where behind it her master and her love were. Sensitive ears could not pick up any pieces of the conversation.
She felt a cooling sensation of tear drops sliding down her porcelain cheeks.
She recalled Naruto standing right beside her in the same state of mind. His blue eyes held even more confusion than her own, but unlike Sakura he did not think: "don't die. don't die. don't die. don't die. don't die. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you."
No, instead his mind was repeating his own prayer: "don't take her away. she's mine. please. let me have a chance."
Sasuke, however, after walking out of the Hokage's office did not get arrested or thrown out of the village. He simply nodded in acknowledgement to both Naruto and Sakura, glanced at Tsunade—the woman looked heartbroken—who in her return shut her amber eyes and nodded too.
Sasuke, with a blink of an eye, disappeared from everyone's sight.
Tsunade who noticed Naruto's half-completed attempts to make some sort-of sound escape his sore throat and Sakura's teary eyes sighed and murmured: "Nothin' to worry. He is free. No charges." Sharp glance. "Don't ask why."
Of course everyone asked why exactly Sasuke was back and why wasn't he treated like a traitor he was. (--gossip gossip gossip gossip gossip--) but Tsunade would simply sigh and say to "mind their own damn business."while Naruto would glance away mumbling: "Not my story to tell."
And Sasuke just wasn't around to be asked those questions. He always successfully avoided the crowds.
Sakura on the other hand didn't know anything in the first place to be the center of gossip. She would, however, answer Kakashi's questions about her being okay with a beautiful smile and when Sasuke would want to share his life with her—he would.
Now as Sakura walked right behind Sasuke, holding her right arm behind her back with her left hand clasping her forearm below the elbow—a stance she used ever since she was a child. Her green sundress flowed behind her tiny frame like a river, followed by a waterfall of cherry locks. (--murmurs all 'round them: konoha sweetheart. greatest treasure and traitor. he is one of the kind and she is just a girl. don't bother...--)
"Ne, Sasuke-kun—" Her voice sounded a little strained. "—where are we going?"
Silence. (--he didn't answer now. what makes you think he ever will?--)
"Sasuke-kun...?"
He stopped dead on his tracks (--did she say something wrong? was he about to scold her?--) before grabbing her wrist and pulling in a direction she did not expect him to go. (--was someone attacking them?--)
Instead of being dragged into the dark alley to avoid the enemy and gain the advantage of surprise Sakura was pulled into the small shop. The shop was half-empty. Besides Sasuke and her there were no customers. A man sat on the chair near the register, his nose stuck in the yesterday's news paper. A dark, wrinkled hand crawled out of the coat and waved in recognition while a shaggy dog lying outside the store—panting from the heat—raised its head and lowered it once again. As if remembering the smell of the man that just entered. (--he must have been to this store quite often, Sakura figured, no wonder no one saw him in the big Market--)
Wordlessly Sakura picked up a basket and trailed Sasuke who already picked-out his vegetables (--coughtomatoescough--) out of routine. Sakura never stopped thinking why, out of million things to do, would Sasuke ask her to shop with him. (--do it carelessly babe the voice alleged, finally saying something of worth--)
"Have you seen Naruto these days?" She tried to strike a casual conversation.
Sasuke without turning to Sakura continued picking food and mumbled: "Yamanaka."
"Oh yes his newly found girlfriend..." (--what did she expect? that Sasuke after coming back would magically fall for her? That after all those years and promises that she would be there for him he would acknowledge that? And that after all those rejections Naruto would wait for her?--)
"...soooooo..."She began as her eyes fell on the red berries. "why tomatoes?"
Sasuke ran his fingers through his thick hair. (--oh how she wished she could do that--) "Long story."
"All right," (--now!--)"why me?"
Sasuke threw her a questioning look and raised his perfect ebony brow. "...?"
"I mean of all people you picked me to go grocery shopping with you? And why, after seven months, have you decided to show yourself to the world?" she asked. When a frown curled at his lips Sakura added "And don't you dare stay silent."
Sasuke, like nothing happened, picked up a tomato and looked at it like it was the center of his attention. "Then I'm leaving-"
But Sasuke grabbed her wrist. "Stay." He commanded. His voice was flat, but his eyes however seemed to plead (--don't leave me. don't leave me. don't leave me. don't leave me. don't leave me--).
Sakura almost smiled at this. He may not love her, her feelings may not be returned (--ever--), but she was still his friend. And she would still be there when he got lonely (--she will be there all his life--)
"You didn't answer my question."
"...you were the only one I knew," She could see him forcing words out. He never did like to talk. "who would help me."
"Help...?"
Then out of the blue (--or so she assumed--) he turned himself to her. "I need—" he grabbed her chin gently (--her heart was rising at hundred miles perhour--) "—a wife.
"Help me find one."
(--it was then Sakura's mind screamed: say what!?--)
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Press yourself against me.
Feel my heart beating for—
—you.
They are the same.
We are different.
We are together.
We are never alone.
We can change.
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(Happy Valentine Day! :3)
(Just realized how much of an ass Sasuke turned out)
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