Artificial, a naruto fanfic

Artificial

Part.01.

When I woke up, with the sunlight reflected from the bright pink hair, I felt overwhelmed.

The dark green eyes full of implications, but they keep silence. Then tears floating on the corner of the eyes.

She asked me. "Got up?"

It might be, the most beautiful scene in my wholelife.

"En."But, I swivelling around and staring at her-are all these things I have ever seem?

"En..."She blast into tears,all these falling down quietly wet the sheet and my heart. Is she alright? Am I ...A meaning for her?

"But, who am I?"Why I hadn't anything to remind? Who am I?

"Sa... Saoi." well, My name is Saoi. I see."And, you?What about us...?"

"I'm Sakura!You...Forget it."Why she had spoken in an asking tone as through a question but end up with a declaration sentence?

"I apologized that I missed, maybe we were close...So, maybe I can pick all these up, so...sorry for messing you around."

Then she is gazing at me, as if I'm a alien.

-But, though I knew this kind of political tone will let you disappointed, I tried my best. I lost the memory.

"Never mind, the doctor told me already."She turn around in order to wipe her tears, and I saw her smile totally seems like her name, cherry blossom in spring, slight and bright indeed.

"Oh." I have nothing to say next. I knew I definitely lost something, but I really wonder why I'm not afraid.

"Maybe you want to know something in the past? I promise I will be very frank."She suggested.

"My...Family? What did I do before? How we two know each other?"

"It seems that you have a lot of questions? Ah...Ninja actually, and we are in team7 from childhood, hat's maybe remind to long long ago, until now...your parents are ninja too, they sacrificed in a war many years ago. So you become a ninja as your parents did."Her words fluent and quick, her eyes are still staring at me.

"Why...I lost my memory?"

She hold back her sight, then gaze at the window, facing the sunlight. She muttered that I was sleeping for a long time after a profound injury of the last on head, thanks God, I still alive.

As for the war, she didn't told me anything more and I'm not actively ask when I saw a kind of bleak full of her face, and tears were floating on eyes again.I know this is horrible to suffer in a war-as I lost my parents and I was a she lost her friends, or relatives?

I do not know exactly how treat her. I don't have any ability to put myself in her position because the past deviated from me.

"It's gone. It's gone..."I repeated these words again and again.

But she hugs me suddenly, without any words, meanwhile my shoulder gets wet. Then, she makes this hug deeply.

Stiff, and weird.

But why I can't help to hold her in my arms, and spat her back?

She might be...Loves me?

And, me? Love her before?

I don't know.

I truely didn't know.

Now she is shuttling back and forth just let me to have a bowl of warm porridge. I have no idea why she is so kind.

She is sitting down on the bed, with a fluent in paring an apple, with a tender smile.

"Oh dear, stop looking at me like that. I used to pare to you in the past! At that time..."She murmured and dropped into memory.

I hate myself Why such emotional scene gone away from my nerdy memory. However, there isn't any familiar feelings.

"What did I like before?"

"You?"She paused for a long time.

"Is... it trouble you?"

"No, of cause not."She hesitated, and finally put off the apple, turned around to dig up from the handbag then I saw an old photo."Here, this is our youth."

I saw four guys in this picture: silver hair maybe the teacher, laughing as she, and...Who are these two boys? Which one is me?

"Who is this irritating guy?"I pointed out the left one.

"Ha...Sa, it's you! That yellow hair is our friend, Naruto."She can't help to laugh, and give me a mirror.

"See, totally is you."

When I comparing the mirror and the picture, though times can change a lot, I still want to ensure if they are the same.

"That's be strange."She hold the apple up which peered a half of surface again. "Saoi is a cool guy, charming and like are a hard-working through our tasks."

"Oh, I see."I trust her firmly.

Meanwhile, a man with silvery hair came in which veiling his face, and which I had just observed in the photo.

Should I call him "Sensei"?

He zigzags near the door, looks at me and Sakura. Soon walking strightly and pull her up to outside the door. But out of my expect there isn't any change in her face. She followed him peacefully.

So...Why?

And I was hiding behind the door.

"Stop it now, Sakura! I can't believe this when Naruto told me that at first.I had never image that you..."

That? What is that?

"Kakashi Sensei, I.."

"Tsunade Sama is dead. No one can help you!"

His words felt so malicious. I can image that he is only trying to hold back his sense, how dare he shout to her?

"Sakura. forgive me," he soft his voice ,"You are my student, I don't want to see your puzzle in...Sorry, I hope you well."

"Fair enough."

She answered. When footstep got decrescendo, I knew he was left. I stood there and felt I loss what to be done.

He ignored me, because I'm standing by her side before I lost memory? If so, I promise I will uphold her as the previous, whatever she wants.

Then she pushed the door and saw me at once. She was surprised at me.

"Sa,Saoi?"

"Hung out with me?"To dispel her doubt, I suggested.

"Well."She relieved and accepted quickly.

I don't even know about the past, sometimes I don't want to.

Each time she told me about what we had, tears could not help floating on the happiness eyes. I have no idea what she felt, happy or sad? Or both?

But I also realize that is quite different from now chatting with there is a twinkle and sparkle on the eyes, and then disappeared at she is smiling.

Is that true?

Actually, I have a question: Why I didn't love her.

Yap, how dare I didn't crush on such lovely girl?

Maybe I found some clues in her words:

"Konoha is a strong ninja village, so Ninjas are making every feasible effort to guard their Ninja families like Hyuga, Yamanaka, Nara...They promote their elites to be Ninja because of their talent, however, there are also some normal people want to dedicate such as me-without any gift for this occupation."

"How about Tanaga?"

"Saoi, is an ordinary family like you wants to donate as me, though we are ordinary."

-Because of my weakness skills, my diffidence?

She holds my arm, hangs out in the garden.I saw there were many patients nursed by the assistants. Of cause, the best gift from sunlight and tender atmosphere.

I walk to the crowed, see these peaceful face, it must be very nice when they are accompanied though suffering in the ill.

These nurses are firstly recognized Sakura. "Sakura..."

Of cause, bright pink hair shining in the air always attracts the eyesight.

Then they saw me next, with an astonish face."Uh..."

"Good afternoon, everyone."Her enthusiastic voice goes is smiling to them. I saw these faces are transformed into peace. They were smiling to respond.

It is easy to understand. It's usual that a person was judged no chance to awake but suddenly stand to the public, which must lead a big surprise.

My politeness told me that it is better to keep a little bit distance when girls are gossipping.

But.

"Just likes what you see!"She pulls me back with confidence and pride.

I was confused. Am I have anything value? My appearance? It seems not.

When we back to the hospital, she told me, " It's weird, isn't? To be honest I'm a doctor, they know me as well."

As a normal doctor, why she is popular for all nurses? Looking back at me, why two days past and no one comes and greets me except her? Am I solitude?

I watch her and swivel these illnesses who might be the injuries, who might be war hero.

"Are we the same?"

"En?"

I point at the injuries. "They might be the war hero, either am I?"

Her eyesight passes along my finger, and turns around look at me with a couple of minutes."Definitely."

And I stroked my head trying to find if there is a scar, however, nothing left.

She maybe recognizes my thought, laughing with embarrassed,"Of course not, we use Chakra as a therapy that is totally different from the ordinary healing."

Maybe these questions I ask, just want to prove myself I'm status. Solitude, if I'm neither a hero, maybe I don't deserve loving her. I don't know why I'm feeling so diffident. I need too much brave to adore such outstanding one as her. I need to have considerable credentials.

Probably, I used to thought like that.