To be honest, I haven't read or seen Naruto in about 2 years. But I did a lot of growing up since then, and writing here is more of a guilty pleasure now…..um, enjoy I guess. i published an old story, memories, i think, under my old penname abhi V. The first chapter is similar, just revamped. I guess this is like set back in the day, around when angst- man first left and stuff. Yes, I will continue, but it won't be a long one, five chaps max. Um...i don't wanna make a formal request for beta readers or anything, but i could really use at least one.....just hit me up in the reviews if you wanna help me out.
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Memories. They haunted her. They smiled malevolently at her, knowing the pain they caused her. They caused her nightmares. Fleeting glimpses of him plagued her consciousness. His sunshine hair, always ruffled by the wind. His oh-so-mysterious whisker marks. But the most she saw of him were those innocent eyes. Those flecks of cobalt nestled in those spherical azure gems, always bright and warm.
She remembered of when he saved her from Gaara, unleashing the kyuubi knowing what would happen, the pain it would cause everyone. But what did it matter when he did it for her?
She remembered when he tried, tried so hard, in all of his little ways to protect her so many times from getting her heart broken by Sasuke. She remembered, vividly her childish infatuatioin with that aloof bastard.
She remembered when she hated Naruto, and all he did was love her even more, even b
She remembered when he went out to try and convince "her" Sasuke to come back to Konoha and realize the stupidity of his vendetta, but came home alone with a hole in his chest.
Well, she got her wish. He went out a second time to try and bring him back. He had slunk away in the middle of the annual celebration of the Kyuubi's defeat. Nobody noticed his absence during the festivities. Few people knew when his birthday was. Less cared.
So he came home, if you could call his personal hellhole home, with the traitor wrapped around his back and blood blossoming under fresh gauze.
She was the first one to notice him as he stumbled over the gates. He had avoided the guards and snuck into Konoha unnoticed, an impossibly difficult feat for even a fresh, healthy shinobi.
She saw him trudge towards her house and loosen the straps supporting the traitor's form. He crumpled to the ground, oblivious to his surroundings. When he saw her, he flashed a sardonic grin. And when he spoke, he sounded as if all the vitality had gone out of him, replaced with the constant drip of blood from his mouth, painting his ivory teeth crimson.
"Sakura-Chan here he is, your precious little Sasuke." The last word hung in the air, as if to spread its bitterness around. " Now, please, tell nobody I'm back, so I can go to my apartment and have a peaceful night eating some ramen."
Sakura leapt out of her house and ran after Naruto, who after five steps collapsed.
"Naruto, please, be reasonable. You don't want to…hospital quickly" The words flew from her mouth frantically. As she neared him, she noticed his body shaking with silent sobs.
"Why did you have to love him Sakura? All I ever needed was you, and you went ahead and ignored me as well. Just like the rest of the village. Sakura-Chan, you just don't understand how much I love you…" His gauze loosened, and blood started streaming from multiple gouges and cuts. His skin paled. He turned around to look at her one final time before his eyes closed for the last time.
His lungs stopped cycling oxygen, his heart stopped beating, and then......... he was dead. He left Sakura crying out in anguish above his corpse.
All her memories of him still haunted her. But his last words kept ringing in her head. "You just don't understand how much I love you."
