Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto. Trust me, you would know if I did. Oh, and by the by, the song Savin' Me, is by Nickelback, of which I am not. :D
Please enjoy, please review! Be kind, it's my first fanfic and I'm ridiculously proud of it!
Chapter numero uno will be published immediately after this, the kind-of extremely short prologue, for all those inquiring minds.
Normal: ...Normal.
Bold: Exaggerated noise/voice
Italic: Thoughts
Bold and Italic: Dreams/ Reminiscence/ 'Theme Song'
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- Chapter One (Please Say It For Me…)-
Hurry I'm fallin'…
All I need is you…
Come please I'm callin'…
And oh, I scream for you…
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'…
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing…
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be…
Say it for me,
Say it to me…
And I'll leave this life behind me…
Say it if it's worth saving me…
It was almost midnight, with a slight breeze rustling through the forest. Sasuke looked up at the sky. It was a full moon that night, its pearly light shimmering through the leaves. The stars were so bright and diamond-like. It was nights like these that made Sasuke actually feel at peace.
Peace… He grunted in distaste at the word. He had been an avenger for most of his life, and it felt so unnatural for that to be gone. With Orochimaru dead, he almost felt… lost.
But there's still Itachi… Wherever the hell he disappeared to.
He kept walking on in silence, his face, for just that night, was relaxed from the usually stony and emotionless glare. If anyone had seen him, they would have been shocked at the sight of his silent, almost gentle, beauty.
Suddenly, the image was dissipated, replaced with the usual hostile expression and the aloof features, along with a wary sort of look. He could hear it, faintly, but still… an unnatural plip, plip, plip…
He warily moved forward, shifting from tree to tree. Finally, he came upon a large oak, in the middle of a clearing. There was a trail of dark liquid streaming down the trunk, then dropping to meet a rather large puddle of the substance. Sasuke could smell what it was, almost before he reached it. It was blood.
Instinctively, Sasuke looked up into the branches to find the source of the bloodshed, and, to his surprise, found a woman, with skin like the moon and hair like the midnight sky…
She was leaning against the trunk of the tree, her eyes closed, soaked in blood. Her clothes were torn to tatters, revealing bandages on her chest, shoulders, and arms. He could see some weird tattoo-like patterns peeking through the shreds that were her shorts and shirt. She was clutching her Hitai-ate with all the subconscious strength she had left. There were rips in her skin everywhere, each seeping blood, each claw-shaped and angry. There looked to be a very deep wound working its way from her right shoulder to her left hip. Her skin that wasn't gleaming crimson was pearly white, as shining as alabaster.
Sasuke's eyes darted from her hip back to her face. Her eyes had flickered open, revealing a deep, soft violet. She looked so tired…
What a weakling, letting herself get so beaten up.
The girl must have read his expression of distaste, for she looked at him with such an intensity that it took him aback. When he recovered, the familiar blaze of rivalry awoke in him. And not only that, but a feeling that he had met her somewhere before.
Just leave…
The battle to desert the girl was finished in a matter of seconds, but the outcome was quite different than he had expected; curiosity, for the first time, won the day. Finally, speaking in a gruff voice, Sasuke said, "You'll bleed to death. Get down from there."
The girl looked down at him, the intensity still present. She turned her face away. "No."
Anger sparked up and then blazed in Sasuke's face.
How dare she?!
He snarled, "Look, I'm just trying to help-"
The girl turned back to him and glared with anger, an anger that almost surpassed his, taking him aback. "Leave me alone."
"NO." Sasuke growled dangerously. Not about to loose to the woman, he walked forward, concentrating his chakra in his feet. He walked up the tree as if it was just the ground. Jumping a little, Sasuke grabbed the limb she was sitting on and swung himself up. She was still glaring at him.
"Go away." She growled, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He could see the pain was finally setting in, even though it had obviously been a couple hours since the girl had been injured. Her body was wracked with sobs, making the blood flow much easier. Sasuke knew she didn't have much time; he had to get her to Sakura, or Tsunade. He growled, shutting his eyes.
Damn, was she difficult.
"Unkh…" Sasuke opened his eyes again, to see the girl doubled over. Blood was dripping from her mouth, her eyes were shut tight with pain. She began to cough slightly. Sasuke's gaze softened, only barely detectable (and not even to himself).
"Can you lift your arm?" He said, his voice, however, still stiff and aloof.
The girl looked up, tears staining her pearly face, her lips dyed crimson by the blood seeping from her mouth. She picked up her arm, offering it resignedly to Sasuke. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, then picked her up. The girl gently slid her arm that was stuck between Sasuke's chest and her body up to his shoulder, and, with surprising strength, gripped onto him. The emotion on her face was quite unreadable to the headstrong Uchiha.
"I was supposed to die. I should have… You should just leave me…" She whispered. Her hair was plastered to her face from both blood, sweat, and tears of resentment. Her eyes, so filled with pain and rage…
Cool it, Uchiha. Why the hell are you allowing her to get to you? You're supposed to have a heart of ice.
"Don't say that. There's no such thing as fate." Sasuke's tone was flat, as he jumped from the tree and began running with the girl to Konoha. If he didn't hurry, her "fate" would come true.
Why the hell does it matter?
The girl shook her head, still sobbing. He looked down at her.
She's… kind of… pretty…
"I can't.. can't even s-stop crying… I'm only fit to be… A puppet… He was right…" Sasuke's interest became peaked when she jumped the subjects.
Sasuke grunted. He could see the walls of the village, lit up by the moonlight. He looked down at the woman, with skin as white as alabaster. She was fading fast, he could see it. He tightened his grip around her.
Curtly, he said, "Hang on, girl. We're almost to the village."
He felt her fingers touch his jaw line, felt her smile glow on his face, and almost shivered as her fingers trailed down his neck. "Thank… you, Uchiha… san."
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Yukina ran her fingers down her savior's throat, more out of accident and lack of control than anything. It was getting hard for her to see straight.
He's still as stubborn as ever…
"Thank… you, Uchiha… san." She managed to say the words she needed to before she lost control of her mouth, too. Everything was so dizzying, but he had said what she had needed to hear. At least someone wanted her to live.