Bonjour! I've got a new story in my head :D I thought of this when I was in 6th hour and my teacher was on my ass about homework and that stupid 4 page reflection of nothingness. I swear she expects so much from me :\ I'm having problems on 7 Deadly Sins... Like I said I would have, so I wrote another story in hopes of getting back on track of what I was thinking of doing with it. But, yeah, I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"P… please, I beg of you, don't… don't do this!" Sakura looked at the kid, no man with sorrowful eyes. He was, after all, her best friend. That was, until he betrayed her. He was supposed to be different, the same as her.
Frowning, she looked straight into his eyes, the dim room making his eyes a different color, "Why?" she asked, wincing at the sound of how hoarse her voice sounded. It hurt, unbearably so. She should have realized that he was the same as them, different from her. His eyes were big, like a mirror, showing his emotions.
Fear.
She was an idiot. Taking the clear plastic bag out from her pocket, she cornered him, forcing him to scoot back into the corner of the white wall in her apartment.
His lips began to tremble, "P… please, I, I didn't, I'm sorry, just think about what you are doing!" he screamed, clutching his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Sakura smiled, reaching down, she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, "Sorry, I know what I'm doing, and frankly, I don't care if you're sorry." And with that, she put her chapped lips against his.
He didn't have time to react when she quickly shoved the plastic bag over his head. She straddled him, forcing his limbs down with her legs; she held the bag tight over his face.
His breaths became labored and soon she felt his breathing stop and the wetness and stench of death. She breathed out, "Poor, poor boy." She said, rocking back and forth with his body pressed up against her. Running her hand through her hair to keep it back, she pulled the plastic off of his head carefully, avoiding the vomit, and tossed it over her shoulder. Whipping off the bile around his cold lips, she ran her fingers through his hair, reveling at how soft it felt.
After some moments, she stood up and dragged the body away from the corner and into a room with three concrete walls painted white and one wall was fully glass a showed all of Konohagakure. The room held a T.V. facing toward the window and an off white couch, next to an oak wood drawer with a lamp atop.
She placed the body to the right of her and sat down. Opening the drawer, she got a simple black note book out from the depths of the drawer, placing 4 others to the side.
"I want to show you what I have done for you, my love." Sakura said, crawling over toward the body, grabbing his cold, emotionless hand and opened the book.
"Day 1, March 31 1959, Doomsday."
Reviews! I was wondering if you regurgitate when you're suffocated, it so happens that you release all your fluids! I was like... Ew, (Laughs) I've realized I enjoy writing morbid stories about peoples pain and failures O.o Kinda creepy.
†Tora Yousei†