It's you, me, or both.
Summary: Haruno Sakura was never really a strong child and she was constantly getting sick and when the death of her parents strikes, she's left to fend for herself in the bitter cold. But, found that same day out of the blue by a kind doctor name, Uchiha Sasuke, she goes under hospital care. Now 16, Sakura declares it was time to move on her own except, she doesn't want to leave because of the care she received from Sasuke. But even though he grows feelings for her, he knows her time is clicking. And that's the thing, should he take the risk in telling her how he feels even though he mysteriously becomes sick himself?
November 15th.
Exactly 5 years ago...
Something, just something about this month was beautiful. She could say that about almost every month except, this one was different. It wasn't because of the orange blue-grey hues that shrouds the gloomy, glistening silver sky that seemed to sparkle ever softly or, the few lonely fallen leaves that crunch beneath your very feet whenever you seem to walk over them in random or various places. It was just something that needed to get out of her system, out of her memory, burnt even, if she could, but as depressing as it was, there was just something here that needed to be completely forgotten. Now, what was it again?
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" The bubbly voice of a young 11-year-old called out. But there was just no response from any of the beloved people that were named just a second ago.
"Mom, Dad, are you guys here?" The voice asked aloud. And this time, the young child strode right over to the base of where she'd usually catch her parents in, the kitchen. But as soon as she got there, her big but soft emerald eyes widened at the sight before them.
Two bodies, male and female though, she couldn't tell but she could only assume since, they did resemble the very heights of her parents. One body that looked more of a male was ruined to it's core only because his flesh were torn from left to right and he had nothing, meaning, both his feet and arms were ripped off and his eyeballs were crushed to a bloody mess. The other body, possibly a female, was a burnt toast.
And without really thinking or moving even, the young girl's legs fell limply at her side, her eyes grew as large as saucers, her mouth hanged open, her small heart missed a couple of beats, and tears of sorrow fell from her pretty face.
It had been at least an hour or two when the young girl cried herself to sleep, shaking, rolling her sleep which, she was having a bad nightmare that she couldn't really wake up from until a sound erupted but loudly against her ears. She awoken instantaneously only to be dragged right out of her house by some warm but oddly cold hands. And the minute she looked from the stranger's ivory face back to the house, her heart completely stopped beating.