Entry for SSMonth, 2014 - Day 9
Title: the heavy transient
Summary: "The absence of something proves its existence"*
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: (keepsake) bravery
Rating: T
Comments: It was too late to post something for keepsake, so I kind of fused it with bravery - on the event of my brave attempt at posting something. I don't know where Sasuke is.
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The tired, bare body makes its way towards their wardrobe. She lets a large yukata embrace her form, wearing the remainder of his scent as a perfume. She pretends that wearing it doesn't signify much; only a goddess trying to bring her lover's abandoned belongings to life. She once resurrected a part of him, giving life to Isamu**. If her memories threatened to be mere imaginations, then Isamu is the keepsake that Sasuke left her, to reassure herself that he has been with her, inside of her.
His gravitation back to them was inevitable, she decides.
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Who was she fooling? She cannot fill the space in his yukata, nor his place in any other dimension of their lives. Straight from the hospital corridors, she was forced into the world of misogynistic, stubborn clan leaders. With Isamu living with her parents, Sakura felt like an overworked employee, for Sasuke and her dead-in-laws. She has to consult their ghosts on what actions to lead in their name, in addition to her own intuition. "Sakura, please. It's only a matter of perspective" -
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His yukata crumbled to the floor, Sakura steps under the cold shower, and her fingers rub her scalp with the intent to wash away her thoughts. That he acknowledged her as worthy of this role was enough for her to go on, despite the harassment that she faced initially. She tries not to think about the other responsibilities (including Isamu) that she carries on her aching shoulders. Isamu … how much does she weigh without him ? Once, Sasuke muted the voices that reduced her to a vessel - now, Sakura has to remember his rare kind words and gestures, but she cannot create his deep voice in her mind, his perspective …
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She can feel them forming; the choking lump in her dry throat, and the sharp pressure behind her eyes. Sakura can't help but think that she's too tired to cry off her exhaustion, so she leads herself back to the arms of Inner …
- And Inner cradles her; softly speaking about those two lovers; 'one' holding onto an attraction only strong enough to pull 'him' closer, but not hold 'him' steady. He drifts away … and often out of her attractive field, but Sakura remembers; a barely visible, red thread entwined with Sasuke's fingers like veins, extending all way to her heart.
When Isamu's umbilical cord was cut, Sasuke's red cord remained.
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* an anonymous quote; trying to reference ideas as much as I can, university habits.
** Isamu 勇 : bravery, courage