hey, hehe..this is okami here, yeah this is my first fic in years so please don't flame, just critique k, tell me if ya like it and all that good stuff too
and as much as i wish i did,.....i dont own naruto
please enjoy and thank you ( falls over with a brick of cheese)....
Ch. 1
Sakura lay in her uncomfortably quiet room upon her soft black and white bed, contemplating the day's events, hoping to find some relief from the pain of her stress and lack of emotion. The pink locks tossed and curled under her tossing body.
'great, just what I need…more insomnia...I just want sleep damn it…' her thoughts glazing over her beautiful emerald eyes that once shined with light and hope.
Not being what she use to be, which was a young naïve kunoichi full of endless daydreams, Sakura had become a beautiful young woman at the age of 21. She had just the right curves and skin that made Dianna herself jealous.
She had now finished her training under Tsunade as a medic-nin and was only second to her, if not equal, as well as became a jounin. Through the time that Sasuke had left, she at first had been crushed by her and team 7's loss as well as the problems that created themselves afterwards; however, as the years went by she seemed to handle the fact that he was gone pretty much for good. Her and Naruto also grew closer from the tragedy and worked hard to train and care for each other. No personal relationship was created between the two, though Naruto had tried a few times until he started to finally notice Hinata's feelings towards him, since then they've been a happy couple.
Though as more years passed things didn't keep going so "okay."
Since she had become busy with work and even when she had time off she ended up alone since her closest friend was usually on a mission or with Hinata. He would try to spend time with her but it seemed that there were other more important matters that would get in the way.
Since Sakura was left to her own devices for so long it let her dwell upon her problems and more and more she began to mentally wither away. She long for the old times when the team would do things together and be close friends, for a few years she longed for her love to return home until she saw him only as a friend after a certain point yet she still long for him to return. Once she hit 18 things didn't seem to get any better, in fact, something happened that Sakura will probably have a hard time accepting for a very long time
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Flowers were sitting on the window seal, still giving off their wonderful scent and everything they could to the woman withering away faster than them.
Sakura sat on her bedside and gave all the care she could give to her health spent mother.
had a history of heart problems ever since a serious run in as a jounin with an A-ranked criminal ninja who had gotten close enough to tearing completely into her chest cavity and ripping her to shreds, she managed to escape and her team took the criminal ninja down, but she had sever injuries and was never able to fully heal her injured heart. Since that day, she had lived as a normal citizen, not being able to fight because if she exerted herself too much she could die from the pressure on her heart.
As the years went by, time seemed to wear fast on her heart and after a certain point she couldn't really function on her own anymore. During this time Sakura had given most of her time to her mother, caring for her and working hard supporting the both of them, she would have like to have help from her family but it seemed as though fate would have another decision on that and take her father when she was only 3 as well as both pair of grandparents before that.
During the last few days you could see the pain in Sakura all over her body…she knew she was about to lose her mother but she didn't know exactly how to handle it. Her mother on the other hand took it very well, knowing this day would eventually come rather soon.
As Sakura Sat on her bedside holding her hand as she had done all day for pretty much most of the days before that her mother, giving her usual cough from shortness of breath, began one of her coughing fits. Sakura holding her hand tighter waited for it to cease so the comfortable silence could ensue…………
But it kept going
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it seem that silence wouldn't come this time…….."no……..please…….its just another fit…..PLEASE!..........YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS MOM!......PLEASE NOO!!!!!!! DON'T GO!!!"……
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As blood came from her mouth she spoke her last words to her only daughter
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"always re-cough-member…that you neCOUGHver have to be aloneCOUGH COUGH…."
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A good amount of blood poured from her mouth as she coughed out her last words,
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Her eyes rolled, her hand lossened
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Sakura screamed into her mother's chest as she held her close, face covered in her blood.
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Her friends all tried being there for her as well as Tsunade who though of Sakura as a daughter to her anyway. She seemed to shut herself off for a while, not speaking to anyone or ever leaving her house.
It took a long time, but after a year of pain she was able to begin functioning on a somewhat normal level. For the time being she had lived with Tsunade who had asked her to stay until she was fit enough to work again. Sakura at first refused but Tsunade pretty much gave her no option. Once another 5 months rolled by she was able to start working again and eventually moved into her own apartment.
The experiences she was dealing with definitely took affect and mentally scarred her. Because of all the pain she had, she became somewhat dead inside keeping most of her neg. emotions to herself and keeping a straight face for everyone…except Naruto. She was able to Be genuinely happy at certain times, but still not having that same energy she use to carry around and it didn't help that she was working a very stressful job over at Konoha Hospital
'ugh, I have to get up in four hours…I just need at least 2 hours…bleh…' she once again tossed as her thoughts kept her mind from peace.
This did not go unnoticed by most of her friends including a certain red head that seemed to have a hard time staying away from her apartment at night.
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Gaara sat on the roof top of a near by building, still wanting to enjoy the night air and this time it not be forced by a certain demon inside him waiting for a chance to relive horrific times.
He had been taking mandatory time off from becoming a workaholic, overdoing everything and becoming too much of a perfectionist with his job (which as a kazekage can't really be taken really as a bad thing, but anyway) the council had suggested that he spend time helping the relations with Konoha and spend time there to somewhat unwind and learn how to socialize more.
He seemed to find it somewhat ridiculous, but none the less he took their advice, and at moments like these, watching over the city and the rosette haired beauty, it didn't seem like too much of a bad thing.
He saw her toss and turn, wondering if she ever truly found a peaceful nights sleep these past few year, noticing her horrible patter of insomnia since he had started watching her the past week.
It had been an accident really that he found where she stayed, he just happen to be sitting on a roof top as usual gazing at the large city, thinking of ways to improve his own when he caught a glimpse of her from her window. She seemed to be quite troubled that day, looking at the expression on her face as she clutched a photo and a spare handkerchief. The pain on her face reminded him of his own feelings as his own eyes almost glazed over from bubbling memories. He quickly shook that and began to develop a deeper view of the beautiful kunoichi. He was already aware of her talents and had been impressed with her development over the years, he had really grown to respect her and felt a strange warm feeling from her that seem to envelope his thoughts he felt to be in a ridiculous manner. That night he first saw her in pain just seemed to make him feel helpless, he secretly wished to help her and just open her window, hold her, and tell her she'd be safe from pain so long as he was by her side…but quickly shook the "ridiculous thoughts" from his head thinking it would be a waste of time even trying 'how could she want someone like me,. we may be friends but I don't think she'd ever be able to shake away what I use to be and I admit that if I was in her shoes I would probably try to keep things with me as minimal as possible because of it.' Because he felt he could never truly be there in that way for her, if he even understood what that meant to him anyway, he could at least watch over her at night, secretly wishing to seek her warmth but being respectful and keeping his distance.
As the young, yet hardened eyes of the Kazekage seem to calm and drift to the ever present moon, so too did the young medic-nin as she finally found rest in its beautiful light, eyes closing to the colors of red and jade swirling in a delightful tone beneath its heavy lids.
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okami