So Cold
A Sasuke and Sakura fanfiction
By: WinterEclipse87
(A/N: Hiya Dudes and Dudettes! So here is another story I wrote a long time ago and decided I wanted to type up. Yes it is another Sas/Sak paring. Which I must confess was my favorite pairing until I stumbled across the Ita/Sak fandom. I am a total diehard now *laughs manically* Anyhoo, here is another story from Shi~chan. Review if you want flame and I whip out the hose. )
Summary: She was all but ready to accept he was dead and if not he would never return. That is until said Uchiha is caught trying to sneak into Konoha. Being an S-Class missing-ninja, the hokage not ready to terminate one of their own, Anbu Captain Sakura Haruno is charged with his care until he either proves he's changed or fails in trying. Chaos is the only certainty...
I do not own Naruto and all rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto. =3
Prologue:
My life is a story. It's a story that shouldn't be told, yet one that should be heard. One filled with betrayal and tragedy so painful and damning that it's made me what I am today. Hollow! Unable to love, so I break a little more every day. I've kept the true pain deep inside me. At least it hasn't been told until now.
I push myself constantly seeking and trying to get stronger. I train to the point of where the thought of breathing is agonizing. I could probably hit a target in the vitals with a kunai in a dead sleep with my eyes closed. Yet, I feel nothing inside. All I want in my life is to get back at the person who destroyed my life, with great pleasure might I add.
Uchiha Itachi…my brother.
What's in a name? All that is in his name is pain and death. He killed he best friend to become stronger. He massacred our entire clan to test out his newly acquired power. He murdered our parents. He butchered children and the older members of the Uchiha. He did it without the hint of guilt or remorse for his actions.
I guess the whole need to be stronger makes me something like him, huh?
I owe him a debt for it all. This blasted curse mark that turns me into a monster. Don't even get me started about the unrelenting need for strength and power. It makes me unable to care about anyone, or find myself comfortable with my friends or in the arms of a certain pink haired teammate of mine.
The sad part is I know she loves me and wants to be with me. I know her and the loser could drive the darkness out of me, yet I didn't give them the chance to save me. Instead I chose the path of the uncaring loner and left them behind as I chased my futile dreams. I didn't care back then, but as odd as it sounds I do now.