Burn City

I quietly sat down in the chair beside my love, grasping her hand and giving a faint smile. She grinned back and pecked my cheek, running her hand through my black hair. She stuck her tongue out.

"You're hair is wet."

"Sorry." I responded and pretended to pull away. Her eyes widened in response and she grabbed my hand.

"I was only kidding." Her eye brow quirked and the edges of her frown were quivering, showing she knew that I was only playing with her.

"So was I." I leaned forward and captured her lips before she could reply. Underneath us I could feel the tremble of the plane as it lifted off, my first time on a plane, and hopefully my last.

xxXxx

There was smoke all around, capturing the crashed plane and it's passengers. I coughed and slowly sat up, my head spinning. I glanced around anxiously, only to find a few people also groaning and lifting themselves up. The others were either under overturned chairs or lying down on the ground chillingly still. My hand reached out and touched my fiancé's arm, while my eyes still searched for the rest of the survivors. She was strangely cold.

"Hey, you okay?" I waited, but there was no response to my question. I froze before ripping my gaze off of the other passengers and turned towards her.

"Sakura?" My voice trembled as I said it. She was barely still on her seat, crumpled over herself in a strange, sickening way. Her cherry-blossom hair was draped across her shoulders and her lips were opened slightly. She was leaning uncomfortably in my direction, obviously because when the crash happened she was leaning against me, resting peacefully.

I reached out and straightened her, brushing her hair away from her neck, and feeling it for a pulse. My eyes widened. She was still alive? I hugged her limp body to my chest, feeling tears leak down my cheeks, contradicting the smile that was tugging at my lips.

A faint yell echoed through the plane: rescuers! I smiled faintly and heaved Sakura up, carrying her bridal style.

"We're almost there, don't worry." I whispered down into her ear, following the sound of yells that echoed through the plane.

"W-w-wait…" I heard the stumbling cry as I passed the seat, staggering towards the voices. I turned and saw a bloody hand reaching out to me, the body lying on the floor.

"Please help me…" It was a young man, about my age, his face as bloody as his hand was and there was a large rip in his shirt, revealing where a large piece of debris had hit him. I grimaced and threw Sakura over my shoulder before reaching out and grasping his hand, pulling him so he could lean against my other shoulder as we walked.

I had only walked a few rows later until another voice stopped me. This time it was a woman, and she was holding weeping child out towards me.

"Please, just take my child… I won't last long anyway, just take her…" The woman burst into tears and I myself was broken by the way she was willing to give herself up just to save her child. I looked angrily at the door. We were right there… But I knew she tell me to take the child if she was awake. I placed Sakura down on the chair. It was the front row, right beside the door; I would come back for her.

"I'll be right back." I whispered down to Sakura, scared at how much more cold she had become since we left our chairs. The man leaning against my shoulder also must have lost consciousness, since his weight had increased greatly. I reached out and took the child away from the weeping mother, cradling her in one arm while holding the man up with the other.

The mother slouched back into her chair, closed her eyes and breathed, what I would presume to be, her last breath. I held my breath for a moment; I had never actually witnessed someone die before this. Flame leapt out behind me and I rushed out, dragging the man behind me. I fell to the ground outside the plane, crawling along the ground, which was hard to do while holding a baby in one arm and an unconscious man in the other. I felt arms wrap around me, and someone take the child and man away. I raised my head and saw the people. It was obvious that they were the rescuers that I had heard from the plane.

"It's okay, son. You'll be alright now." The man holding me said in a deep, rumbling, southern voice, but the words barely registered in my spinning mind. I pulled away, stumbled towards the plane before being caught again by the man.

"Whoa, now. Wait. You can't go back in there." He said and pulled me back. I yelped, feeling tears of frustration and helplessness run down my cheeks. Why didn't he understand? She was still in there.

"No… I have to go back… Don't do this to me…" I whispered, pulling weakly against his restraining arm, to no avail,

"Sakura…!" I screamed as the rest of the burning plane exploded, the heat rushing against my face as the man pulled me down, to safety.

"Sakura…" I whispered, before my vision went black, and I fell unconcious.

xxXxx

"S-sasuke?"

I groaned and tried to roll over but there was something restraining me.

"S-sasuke."

Who was that? And why were they calling my name? I was so tired… Why couldn't they just leave me alone? There was a soft sigh before the voice called out to me again, "Sasuke, I know y-you're awake." I tried to open my eyes but when I did all was dark. Were my eyes even open, or was there just something covering my eyes? The voice… It sounded familiar.

"Sakura?" I asked and tried to reach out, but a burning pain shot through me and I stopped but whoever the person was who was calling me must have seen it, considering they reached out and touched my hand, letting me grip it..

"Sakura is that you? Ugh, why does my arm hurt? Okay, why does my body hurt? I had the weirdest dream last night…" I realized that I was rambling and stopped a small smile quivering on my lips. The person beside my bed who was calling to me gave a small choking sound before replying, "No… this i-isn't Sakura…" Hmm, they were right, whoever it was. It didn't sound like her. And while she was a girl, or else was a very high voiced boy, she wasn't my girl. She wasn't Sakura.

"Then who are you? Where am I? Where… Where's Sakura?" There was another chopped inhalation before she answered. "W-well, my name i-is Hinata. I-I'm your nurse, and this is a-a hospital…" She drifted off. I stared at her.

"So… why am I here?"

"You were b-burnt in the p-plane crash." Her voice was shaking.

"And Sakura?" I made my voice not tremble, trying to not show the worry and confusion I felt.

"I-I don't know."

"You mean she's not here?" Okay, now I wasn't being so careful about my tone and level of speech. We were going to go to New York, get my photo shoot over, and then get married. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream. The hand that was gripping mine started to shake.

"I-if she was in the plane t-then…" She didn't continue. I ripped my hand out of hers, regretting it immediately afterwards, and continued, whispering.

"Then?" I asked, dreading the answer but knowing it already. I didn't want to say it. I would let her admit it instead.

"She's dead." It was the first sentence she had said to me that she didn't sound nervous. It was outright, and I knew she was telling the truth. I whimpered, and tried again to roll over, but what I guessed to be straps holding me to the bed held me back.

"Please…" She knew what I wanted and quietly exited the room.

----Authors Note----

Okay, I'm sorry if I got the plane crash wrong. I've never been in one so I can't really get it right. I, probably, also got being a burn patient wrong, and it will probably get worse as I go along. But then again, I've never been a burn patient before either so... : P

Anyway, if you're going to review, which would be appreciated, try to supportive. I'll accept criticism, but please try to make it supportive. Like if you want to say, "Your writing sucks!" than say it, but afterwards say why so I can improve. : )