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ZOMG.
You don't believe it, do you.
Yeah, I finally put something up on fanfiction.
O.o And it's pretty weird so far... Not my best work, that's all I can say.
If you do take the time to read it, please let me know if they're OOC or not...
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own any of the characters or locations created by Masashi Kishimoto.
The Stone Bench
Chapter One: Waiting
She did this every single day: visiting the bench.
What bench, you ask? The bench where she confessed her undying love for him. The bench where he left her after rendering her unconscious, five years ago. The bench where she laid there, crying in her sleep as he left. The bench that marked the place where she last saw him. The bench where she sat now.
Sakura didn't see why she put herself through this pain. She did this every night: come here and sit for at least an hour. But every year, on this specific day, the rosette would come and sit here, the entire night. Reliving those ghosts of memories, every single one of them, with him in it. She knew he wouldn't ever come back, not willingly, until he got what he had always yearned for: the death of his brother.
The eighteen year old girl's fists clenched tightly, causing her nails to dig through the black, fingerless gloves she wore. The pain was to distract her from the tingling and watering in her large jade eyes, but it was still unsuccessful. Clear droplets dripped down from the eyes at their own will, pattering softly onto the uneven pavement of the black pathway. It reminded her of his eyes; they shared a common color.
She knows she shouldn't be staying any longer. She has a solo mission: Keep watch near the exit of Konoha. There was some kind of a message delivered to Tsunade about an Itachi sighting near the Leaf Village. Chances were, Itachi and his partner could be near, and if it were like that, Naruto was in danger. But since she was going past the bench anyway, Sakura had decided to just stop there for a few minutes. Taking slow deep breathes, the kunoichi began calming herself. The rosette never got to, since she was interrupted midway.
"Sakura-chan." It's Naruto, she knew it was, it has to be; no one else would call Sakura that nickname. But when she lifted her tear filled eyes to the person standing before her, it's not Naruto.
"Sasuke-kun?" The rosette's lip trembled as she whispered the name. He's leaning against that same tree, the same way he did when she had become his teammate. Said Uchiha immediately noticed the glance, and began walking towards her. The kunoichi instantaneously dipped her head back down, and immediately bring my hand up in a desperate attempt to wipe away my tears. Sakura suddenly felt a newfound determination to prove that she wasn't the same weak little girl he had last seen.
Confident sea-foam green eyes look up into the Uchiha's crimson eyes. Pitch black spun within the red. "Sakura-chan. Have you heard anything from Itachi?" His cold monotone asked.
As soon as those words were uttered, her stomach felt a sinking sensation. She figured it out in no time: he was trying to trick her into helping him, even sinking down to use "Sakura-chan". Tears once more threatened to well up, but as a seasoned kunoichi, Sakura's insistence helped her fight them back, leaving no trace of pain on her face.
"Why do you ask me? Why not Naruto?" The girl asked coolly, carelessly annoyed. Narrowed eyes glared angrily at him, forcing her pent up anger and hurt forced into the glare.
He showed no outward emotion, but it's obvious to her that he's upset. His chakra was boiling, threatening to explode out, through a jutsu. "Naruto… I don't want to see him."
At first, there's a small explosion of hope in her stomach. Shannaro!! He wanted to see you and only you! But the hope and happiness faded as quickly as it came. She knocked some sense into herself and remembered his hopes of seducing her into getting out an answer. But… I could use that to my advantage, she realized.
"So, Sasuke-kun, you came to see me?" A slight blush began spilling over the girl's face, and she borrowed Hinata's finger movement. "Well, in that case…"
She could already see the smirk beginning on his lips. Damn the overconfident arrogant bastard. I'd beat him to that, though, she thought determinedly. Oh, she knew she'd be able to do something helpful this time. This wasn't going to be a repeat of that fateful day. Becauses this time it was the other way around: his guard was down, and she was in control. She wasn't begging, he was in his discreet little fashion. And that gave her confidence.
A smirk plastered over Sakura's face. Sasuke was slightly startled at the change in mood, but tried to prepare himself for the attack he knew was coming. He had noticed this much too late. The rosette moved in the blink of an eye, hurtling past him before he had time to realize that she wasn't on the bench anymore. "Sasuke-kun, we'll have to spend some quality time together than, eh?" She whispered in his ear, reappearing in the formerly empty ground behind him. He began moving, but her gloved hand had already moved swiftly, catching his neck in place with a kunai. One couldn't go nearly five years without learning something new.
He turned his head, in an attempt to face his former teammate, so as to catch her in his Sharingan. The wheels of his Sharingan were spinning madly, partially out of anger… and maybe something else? It went ignored by the the concentrating kunoichi. With her free hand, she hurriedly moved her hand over his stomach. Fingers latched onto his abdominal muscles, Sakura fed a burst of chakra to her hand. Then a sudden release of the chakra knocked him out cold. It was strong enough to keep him in an unconscious state for months if not treated, but not enough to kill.
Sakura picked up Sasuke's unmoving form, and began heading back to Konohagakure. Somehow, she found herself wearing a slight half smile.
Hmm. This year's waiting paid off.
Lynn: So... what do you think?? v.v I shouldn't be up, writing at 4 am... v.v
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-Lynn
--Black Sunflower