for sasu/saku month over at lj, the beautiful website I do not know how to use... AT ALL.
I'm not really a drabble person, but AU is so hard for me that this is all I could drag out of me for this week. Please leave me a review, feedback is honestly my lifesource. and no, the title is not a play off my username. I just realized that potential, and no.
[theme: AU, prompt: Fix You- Coldplay]
maybe
If asked, she could never really explain "why Sasuke?"
He had never really been her friend. She met him through Naruto, and the two had always stayed in the realm of Naruto's other best friend.
Not that Sasuke was the type to acknowledge that he liked anyone enough to be a best friend. She knew him well enough to know that.
But she couldn't help it. Since she'd met him two years ago, Sakura had fallen in love with him.
Sakura spent hours twisting that idea around in her mind. She couldn't be in love with him. He wasn't even nice. Sasuke was cold, and distant, never giving much, denying anything given.
But her heart hurt, for him.
Sasuke was alone, in almost every since of the word. He didn't have many friends, though if it was mentioned he would most definitely say he didn't want any, didn't need any.
He had Naruto, and whether he liked it or not, whether she was annoying or not…. He had her.
Sasuke was an enigma, a curious enigma that she thought only Naruto had begun to crack. It didn't matter that she knew the cause, could understand his background—it didn't take a psych minor to follow cause and effect. It was a miracle that—without the therapy that was probably given but definitely denied—Sasuke had ended up as the successful businessman he was today.
Sakura always wondered with some humor if he forced his underlings to speak in the boardroom while he just gave a very intimidating stare, or if the reason he rarely spoke in large quantities was because he saved his quota of words for a week at the office.
Sakura, though, could still see that he was not okay.
Maybe this attraction, this fixation on him was born of her untamable need to fix everything. It was why she made the perfect surgeon. And it was definitely why she invested more of her energy and time into her friends than herself.
And Sasuke just had one of those stories. And she couldn't help it. It was just her nature, something she could hardly reign in and control.
Maybe part of it was her selfish desire to be needed, to be needed by someone like him, someone who never needed anyone.
Maybe she just wanted to feel special.
Maybe she wanted to be the first person he looked at when he entered a room, maybe she wanted to know the most about him, be the closest to him, to know what every quirk of the lip and flash of the eye meant.
If she was being honest with herself, Sakura knew that these definitely weren't maybes. But he didn't want her, she always had to remind herself.
That wouldn't stop her from fighting for him, from trying to fix him. Even if he thought he was a hopeless case, even when he caught her trying and would sneer at her, "I can't be fixed, Sakura, I'm not one of your damn patients," she wouldn't stop.
Because maybe, just maybe, buried under all the walls and moats and tar and burnt bridges and quicksand, beneath the scars and the pain of a lost, broken little boy, there was a heart there that one day might beat for her.
an: my attempt at a drabble. did I do ok? Leave me a comment, leave me a review, leave me anything. =] anything is seriously appreciated.