Author's note: Hey there! So this is my second fanfic and I hope that would like this and please comment. Hearing your thoughts would inspire me to write because I was disheartened at the lack of response from my first fanfic although I had worked very hard on it. I appreciate constructive criticism. This will be a three-shot.
P.S check out my other story –Penitence
Summary – She has loved him for as long as she could remember so why had she left him standing at the altar taking his unborn child with her?
Rating- T(it may change to M)
Disclaimer – I do not own Naruto as if my miniscule brain could build something like that. Long live Kishimoto!
Run-away Bride by magnolia-11
No one warns little girls of boys
With pretty eyes
Who smell like smoke, taste like rain
And speak like silver are the reason behind
Tear soaked pillows, incomplete poems and
So many sad dreams
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she almost couldn't recognise the woman in front of her who was so different from the naive innocent girl who believed in majestic fairytales of a far-off wondrous world of possibilities and imaginative intrigues. She is a proud medic nin, no longer burdened by the pitfalls of her own weakness in comparison to the legends that were her teammates. She is someone in her own right now, with her own strength and sheer determination so that she could stand on her own and be called a companion of the legendary team 7 in her own right.
The white wedding gown she wore was simple and elegant curving delicately around her waist with lace embroidered on the sleeves and showing her sharp clavicles. Her cherry blossom pink hairs were tied in a messy bun with few strands sweeping in delectably around the apple of her cheeks. Her lips were as red as coral. She in all was the epitome of a lovely bride yet her apple green eyes did not shine with happiness.
Why, why was she questioning this now of all times? She has always been in love with Sasuke-kun and had dreamt of being with him as his sole companion in the good and bad times for as long as she could remember...then how come she was nervously biting her lips and having such qualms a few hours prior to the commencement of their love.
Perhaps that was it, it wasn't theirs but hers.
Even after all these years Sasuke does not-is not in love with her. He cares for her deeply and would never make her sad by his own instigation. Ascertaining herself with maturity at the age of twenty two, she understood the sufferings that he had undergone through and had accepted that he would never share the intensity of her feelings for him. Her Sasuke was too broken for that. A part of his heart was languished with the remains of his dear family at the unfortunate night of the massacre and the little that was left could only afford to care not love because of the inevitability of loss after all to love is to suffer and he has had his share complete.
He had told her that he would leave for a long term mission after the wedding and did not know the extent of the time period of his return. She was disturbed by hearing this; after all could she raise a child of theirs on her own? Would he be just an empty seat in a hall to her after all these years? A distanced husband, an absentee of a father...would their child be loved or would he just be an obligation for continuity of lineage for the Uchiha clan. His existence would matter to Sasuke because he loved their child or because he was a means to an end?
Clutching her stomach that is yet to show the signs of her pregnancy, she bit her lips and shook her head, she didn't tell Sasuke-kun about the news of her pregnancy although she had known for a week. Truth is she did not feel at peace about the sheer possibility of their child harbouring feelings of inferiority and constant inquisitiveness whether he is wanted or not because she herself after all these years is harbouring qualms about the essence and vitality of her presence in the life of the last Uchiha.
Lost in her thoughts she almost didn't notice her father enter the room.
"You look beautiful, Sakura." His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he looked at his little girl who had blossomed into a confident young lady.
She smiled although it didn't reach her eyes and walked towards him, placing her arm gently in his.
As they walked towards the door that lead to the aisle, Sakura let out a deep breath and put forth a light practiced smile as guards opened the door. They were getting married in an old vintage church where her mother and father had taken their vows.
She could see her friends sitting and looking at her direction. They held warm smiles on their visage and their eyes gleamed with the tell tale of obvious happiness. Naruto was standing next to Sasuke, being the best man and had the goofiest smile on his whiskered face. As for Sasuke, when is the man anything but gorgeous.
He wore a dark black tux and had his arms in his pocket looking breath taking. She mused that he is like a regal black diamond, rare and impervious to the ravages of time. A flash back of Hinata and Naruto's wedding played in her mind like a motion play. They both had looked so happy and at peace in each other's presence...
Sasuke did not have a smile on his face; his expression was the same as always. He held himself with the grace of an emperor; cool, placid and emotionless yet she had ventured to hope that today of all days atleast the light in his eyes would have changed.
She reached his side and he held out his arm almost robotically. She grasped it lightly and stepped on the podium.
The priest recited the vows and Sasuke spoke a soft "I do."
She couldn't help but look deeply into his onyx jaded eyes and search for some warmth or solace, for anything at all that made her believe there was more than just a man with no heart besides her. She found none.
"Sakura." The priest called out snapping her out of her barnacle of thoughts.
"I-yes, what?" she let out her voice slightly squeaky with hints of confusion.
The priest made a disappointed face at her and repeated meekly, "Do you take Sasuke Uchiha as you husband?"
"I-I..." she was staring at him again, tears threatening to come out her eyes. She saw his neutral expression finally break free as a look of concern highlighted his expression.
"Sakura." He squeezed her hand lightly.
The tears finally escaped her eyes and cried out," I am so sorry, Sasuke-kun but I can't, I can't do this...you deserve to be with someone whom you can love with all your heart. Someone with whom you would like to spend the rest of your life with and you wouldn't leave her because the very thought of being away from that person would be unbearable." She was babbling own but she had to say this for the both of them.
"I am not that girl, Sasuke-kun no matter how hard I have tried and pretended to be..."
Gasps and whispers broke the once still placid silence of her church as she took off and ran while clutching her dress.
The feelings of despair, sadness, loneliness, confusion and relief were flooding over her entire being. She could hear Naruto shout her name harshly but she couldn't look behind anymore.
She would leave Konoha with her unborn child and never venture to return again in an effort to avoid crossing paths with his father...
It's not like he would follow her anyway, it would hardly take him time to take another woman as his wife. Woman flocked themselves on him like moths to flame. A bitter smile came on her visage knowing fully well that he wouldn't even waste a second though on her. Her presence would easily be replaced afterall her place in his life was superficial.
She did not share the strange understanding he did with Naruto, the comfort he elucidated with Kakashi and the respect he held for Itachi. She was just Sakura, the Sakura who wasn't enough to make him feel at peace within the walls of the village that drenched his family name in the crimson red of blood no matter how hard she tried to mould herself into being anything and everything he needed. In the end she couldn't do that either because being in love with him rippled the fragments of her broken heart with the magnitude of such intensifying pain that mortified her soul to the core of its existence and reduced her to the woeful pitiable state of her twelve year old self that was left alone on the bench in the middle of the night after pouring her heart out to boy she professed to love forever. Sadly her love for the boy with cold eyes and hidden kind gestures succumbed to the motherly instinct she felt for her unborn.
She did not want him to grow with a path laid out for him, of being hesitant whether he is enough or to search his worth in his father's approval. She wanted him to live and laugh, cry and to have dreams, rise through failures and surge towards a future of his choice not as the heir to the cursed apathy and genius of the Uchiha.
"Forgive me, Sasuke-kun but this is for the best."