Separated Together
Chapter Two
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-DarkBlossom
"Sakura, darling, can you come in here for a moment?"
Sakura sighed, she dropped her book bag next to her shoes. She was barely in the door and her mother was already demanding her attention.
Sakura walked through her parents Victorian style house to the living room, only to stop dead in her tracks.
Her green eyes took in her parents, seated side by side, their posture as stiff as always, on the large loveseat. Her eyes then moved across the glass coffee table to the man seated there, staring at her.
He was a good 15 years her senior, his dark brown hair was heavily oiled and sleeked to the left side. His facial features were sharp, almost boney. His eyes were gray, and held no emotions. Sakura's immediate reaction was disgust.
"Darling, this is Haru."
Sakura shook herself from her memories. "Don't think about it." She told herself once again that morning.
She stood up, trying to eliminate the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Sakura moved away from the window towards the small bathroom in the hotel room.
She turned on the shower, stripped, then waited for the water to reach the right temp. Her mind wandered to those horrible gray eyes of that man.
"Don't bloody think about it!" Sakura practically screamed at her reflection. She turned and stepped into the shower.
The perfectly hot water ran over her body, she closed her eyes. Those gray eyes that she despised so much entered her thoughts again.
But before she could scold herself once more, those eyes turned deep onyx. The face they belonged to turned pale and breathtaking.
Nothing about Sasuke had faded since she had met him yesterday. His perfect figure, his burning touch, his wonderfully masculine scent.
Sakura blushed, her small hand reached out to turn the water temp down.
Sakura had dated a few guys before, but never had she been so attracted, so damn affected by a male before. Sakura felt strangely drawn to him, as though he was a part of her.
Wet, pink locks splashed around her as she shook her head. 'What a ridiculous thought.'
Sakura finished her shower, stepped out, dried off and slipped into her undergarments. Then she located a light pair of blue shorts. She matched a white tang top with a light green T-shirt. Once her hair was braided down her right shoulder, Sakura slipped on her flip flops and headed out.
She walked the main street, loving the way everyone in this town would smile and comment about another persons family, this town was small and the people here were close.
An elder man, his hair as white as snow, noticed Sakura walking and called her over to his grocery store.
"How have you been, Angel?" His frail voice asked when Sakura grasped his hands in welcome.
"Trudging along Mr. Lang. How have you been?" Sakura picked up one of the boxes of apples that Mr. Lang had been moving and set in on a stand, she began to help him unload all the apples.
"Oh, Fair is Foul." He chuckled.
"And, Foul is Fair." Sakura finished the quote from Macbeth. A smile graced her lips, when she was young Mr. Lang would read Shakespeare plays to her. She missed those days, but cherished them all the same.
"Mr. Lang, when did my parents start the reconstruction on our house?"
"About a month ago now." His pale blue eyes took in the young girls fight to hold in her reaction. He had been surprised when the Haruno's had set plans to remodel their home. He knew how much Sakura loved that place.
She shook her head in disgust, she changed the topic. "Mr. Lang, how long have the Uchiha's owned that house out there?" She nodded her head in the direction she meant.
"Hmm," He mumbled out, "They have owned the house for many, many years, but they have only started using it recently." He gave her a knowing look, "They are rather private people, though its understandable, they are all very good looking. Very polite too, rumor has it they are wealthy, they come from a prominent family somewhere in the East."
"How many in the family?"
"Well, there is the father, very strict looking man, his wife, and their two sons. Do you know them?"
Sakura blushed, "Not really, I met one of them yesterday, one of the sons."
"Ah, yes the youngest one has been living here for a few weeks. Not sure why he is the only one, and that boy sure doesn't talk about it."
"Yeah, I noticed he doesn't really talk much about anything." Another blush graced the girls smooth face. Mr. Lang smiled, but didn't press the matter.
The two worked in silence, filling the stands with the apples that had just been shipped in. Mr. Lang cleared his throat when they had finished.
"So, Angel, what brings you here out of season?" He asked.
"Oh, I just came to ponder some of life's great mysteries. You know, To Be or Not to Be, and such things." She smiled, leaned over and kissed the old mans cheek.
Another chuckle escaped him, he grasped her hands in a silent, loving gesture, "Take care, Hamlet." He said as he handed her a perfect, green apple and waved her off as she left the shop.
Sakura wandered through the streets, tossing her apple back and fourth between her hands. She made her way to the beach and found a secluded area where she sat down and took a bite of the apple.
Sakura wished she could stay here, but she knew she had to go back. She had made sure she emailed her teachers that she would be away for a while, they all agreed that she needed some time. Sakura was training to be a doctor, she put in nearly sixty hours at the hospital and a few classes on top of that.
Sakura also wished she was here just for a vacation, as many her teachers thought, but she knew she was here to hide.
Her parents were good people, but they also lived in their own world. They attended every sort of party that was thrown by the high end citizens in town.
So prim and proper, her parents cared highly of their image. They did not take fondly to their only child becoming a doctor.
Most parents would have been thrilled if their daughter had accomplished everything that Sakura had at the age of nineteen, but not her parents.
They wanted her to join them in their world. They couldn't understand why Sakura would want to work when they had enough money for all of them to never have to lift a finger.
"And now they go and do this to me." Sakura chewed her lip in an attempt to stop the frustrated tears.
"Talking to yourself isn't very becoming on you." Sakura spun her head around when she heard his voice.
Sasuke was standing a few feet behind her, smirk in place.
"Talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence." Sakura said as she turned her head back to the ocean.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, not used to being ignored by woman. He liked her sass, he liked everything about her, in fact. He had spent the entire night tossing and turning trying to cool down his heated body and his, annoyingly, racing heart.
This young girl did things to him, affected him. Sasuke would never waste his time on a woman, but this one, in front of him, commanded his attention, and he found he didn't mind.
He moved to sit beside her, close enough to feel her body heat, but he was careful to not touch her. He wasn't sure he could stop touching her if he began.
Sakura's heart pounded almost painfully against her ribs. But she remained silent.
"Come here often?"
Sakura gave him a sideways, "Small talk, really?"
Sasuke's glare appeared and Sakura couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her.
"Usually only in the summer," She said, "My family has a house a few miles that way." She raised her left hand and gave a slight wave.
Sasuke gave her a pointed look, so she continued, "I just needed some time away, hence me being here now."
"Ah."
"And you? What are you doing here?" She slid her small foot into the warm sand, then raised it out. They both watched the sand slide from her foot, her toes curling and uncurling.
Sasuke tore his eyes away, trying to remember her question. He couldn't. His mind was to focused on her small foot, he wanted nothing more, at that moment, then to grasp her foot, brush the sand off and slowly run his hands up her smooth legs.
"Well?" Sasuke shook his head. 'Damn' he thought. "More or less the same as you."
He managed to mumble out. Sakura nodded.
Silence over took the two. Sakura wasn't sure how long they sat there, but she was strangely content in his silent presence. Sasuke eventually cleared his throat, stood and brushed the sand off, then turned to look at the girl beside him.
"Lunch?" He held his hand out to her, a perfect smirk playing on his place features.
Sakura smiled, she slipped her, much smaller hand into his.
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-DarkBlossom
