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Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura
Summary: Chaos and destruction of the soul is only the start of the story, what happens at the end is up to you.
Warning: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: I haven't uploaded for a while..
This will be a oneshot until further notice, I haven't decided if I'm going to write a sequel.. please enjoy!
"That's him." Ino pointed a delicate, perfectly manicured finger towards the figure slouching on the floor. I pressed my face up against the glass of the window, my moist breath causing it to fog up. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the boy's dark silhouette shift positions slightly as he leaned back against the deteriorating stone wall and buried his head in his hands. Tendrils of dark coal hair assisted in the covering of his face, making it even more impossible to see what he might look like.
He didn't know we were here, quietly watching him.
Hell, he didn't even know we existed.
"We should leave," I stated in a hushed tone after another long moment. I couldn't seem to peel my eyes away from him, no matter how hard I tried. It was like this boy was magnetic. When I looked away, my eyes would just slide back to him as if they'd never left him at all. "Why?" Ino asked me, her sky blue eyes searching mine with a questioning look. "He doesn't know we're here."
I squinted, straining my vision and hoping I could maybe see his face just a small bit in order to have a visual picture of him. But I couldn't see. His hands and hair shielded him from the rest of the world; the shadows and nighttime environment only helping him remain anonymous. Yet even without being able to clearly see him, I was slowly being overwhelmed by a very strange feeling – the feeling that he could see me, and that he was hiding much more than his appearance. And I knew Ino and I needed to leave.
Now.
"Ino.." I whispered desperately, still unable to look away from the boy. His eerie presence was beginning to frighten me, goosebumps rising on my arms. My stomach knotted. "We have to leave."
Ino didn't even bother to look at me. "We don't have to go anywhere, as long as he doesn't know we're here."
And as if he'd planned it, at the exact instant of the finish of Ino's sentence, the boy's head snapped up and his eyes immediately met mine. They were a shockingly deep obsidian, and in them was an unknown emotion so overpowering that I actually gasped and stumbled backwards. My heart was pounding so loudly that all other noise seemed to fade away. I barely held back a scream as Ino and I turned on our heels and ran far, far away from that house… and that mysterious boy.
"What is that, Sakura-chan?" Naruto inquired, pointing to the new diamond stud in the side of my nose.
"A nose piercing," I replied irritably. I was in a dark mood, and even my best guy friend was bothering me at the moment. I just didn't want to talk to anyone. All I wanted to do was go back to that house with that boy. His face had been burned in my mind, those onyx eyes haunting my thoughts.
The corners of Naruto's lips turned down, his eyes showing that he was obviously upset. "I know. I just want to talk to you." His angelic face didn't hide his emotions: he was confused and hurt.
"Sorry," I muttered halfheartedly. "I didn't mean to be so snappish. I'm in a bad mood." Naruto's sapphire eyes - smudged with the usual charcoal liner - flicked downward. He directed his gaze towards the shiny wooden floor of his room. "You can leave, I guess," he mumbled.
God. He was so fucking sensitive. Say one wrong thing, and he was done. My mood switched from apologetic to disdainful. "My god, Naruto. You're so annoying sometimes. You really need to toughen up." I looked at him scornfully, only proceeding to storm out the door.
I counted my steps as I walked home. Two steps per square on the sidewalk, no more, no less.
Forty-three, forty-four…
My feet hit the poured cement with soft thuds in time with my heartbeat. Everything was in sync, just how it should be. I thought about what I'd said to Naruto. Why had I taken everything out on him? It wasn't his fault I'd gotten a 53 on that geometry test. It wasn't his fault my mum hated me and could care less if I died. I shouldn't have yelled at him. He hadn't done anything.
I started feeling unbearably guilty and pushed the thoughts out of my mind. I got to the end of my driveway, admiring the way the tree in the backyard looked almost purely black in contrast to the bright orangey-pink sunset. Its leaves and branches were just a dark outline against the sky.
And then I saw my mum in the kitchen window, gazing emptily through the pane. And I decided not to go inside.
I sighed heavily, sitting down.
Where to go now?
Go back to the house; go see him, an unidentified voice told me.
And I obeyed.
As if I was in a trance, I stood and marched mechanically into the forest and towards the small, shadowy house. Once again I pressed against the translucent glass of the old windows, peering inside.
He wasn't there.
I subconsciously allowed my eyes to slide to the side, spotting a brass door handle protruding from a wooden door on the side of the house. I impulsively reached for the tarnished knob, turning it and forcing the door open before I realized what I was doing.
I stared inside.
The house was just one big room. A bare room – no chairs, no tables, no anything. The stone floors and walls were nearly identical, only slightly differing in color.
And the boy wasn't there.
I carefully placed my foot, taking a step forward, and another, and another. Soon I was in the middle of the room, just standing there, and although nobody else was present, I was getting the strangest vibe from the place. I shivered, my skin crawling.
The room seemed to darken as the eerie sensation besieged me completely. Fear quickly built up inside of me as the door slammed shut. I twirled around. "Who's there?" I asked frantically, my eyes darting around the space, searching for another being.
It was silent apart from a slight creaking sound. I quivered uncontrollably. The feeling that someone else was here only worsened as I thought I heard heavy breathing. "It's only your imagination," I whispered, trying to reassure myself. But I couldn't bear this anymore. I ran to the door, jiggling the handle. It made a horrible clicking noise, but refused to open.
It was locked.
I was stuck in this hellhole.
"Let me out!" I screamed to no one, terrified. I knew no one would hear, but I persisted, banging on the door and shrieking. The wind howled outside, and the windowpanes creaked as tree branches outside brushed against them. "Make it stop!"
As if on cue, the noisy wind outside ceased, making the room totally silent.
But then… I heard breathing.
There was definitely breathing. I felt it on my neck, and it was literally chilling me to the bone.
I didn't dare to turn and see if anyone was truly there. Instead, I mustered up enough courage to talk.
"Hello?" I whispered into the darkness.
I waited for a moment. And then there was a dark chuckle followed by a velvety voice that made my heart stop. "Why… hello, pretty."
And everything went black.
"Please help me," the boy with wild soot-like eyes pleaded, tears of blood streaming down his face. His teeth looked unnaturally sharp, and his expression was filled with excruciating despair. "I don't want to do this to you… you must help me, please help me…"
Before I could move, he was suddenly shrouded with darkness, tattered black robes falling over his lean frame and engulfing him. A wraith-like hood hid his face completely. Ebony wings sprouted from his back. He was now a hellish demon, no longer begging for mercy, but instead advancing towards me.
Skeleton hands emerged from the billowing shadowy figure, reaching for me. They found their way to my neck, gripping it tightly. The demon screeched shrilly, piercing my ears as its hands strangled me. I couldn't breathe… I was falling… fading…
I jolted out of my sleep, screaming. My cheek was pressed against something cold, and my own hands were around my neck. I released my neck, my hands trembling. The cold ground below me shifted, and I realized it was not the floor I was laying on. I squeezed my eyes shut, scared to see what it might be. I inhaled deeply. The musky scent of the house – and another scent, something sweet yet spicy; quite pleasant – filled my lungs.
What would smell nice in this place?
My question was answered when I felt something unknown lightly brush my cheek. My eyes involuntarily flew open, only to find the boy cradling my head in his lap, lightly running his cold finger across my cheek. I gasped, shooting up into a sitting position.
The boy had been with me as I'd slept.
His lap had acted as my pillow.
I was slightly frightened, but more startled than anything. It wasn't exactly what I'd been expecting to see when I opened my eyes. "W-who… what…" My unintelligible mumbling was senseless; I didn't know what to say or do.
A slight grin perked up the boy's lips, and that's when I was able to get a clear view of his face.
He was inhumanly beautiful, almost too faultless to be real. His glowing eyes contrasted with his hardly tanned skin. He had silky, dark ebony hair that was swept to the side at the back, spiking up a bit. Dark makeup smeared around his eyes only made them even more noticeable, and two lip piercings drew my eyes to his perfectly shaped lips. His only flaw was a long scar across the left side of his face, stretching from his cheekbone to his jawbone. My worries were quickly replaced with a blush creeping into my cheeks as his eyes locked with mine.
"Hello, pretty," he said in the same voice as he had last night. I was speechless. The odd feeling that there was a nonhuman presence in the room returned to me. I almost felt sick. The rational part of me told me to get up and run, but the unwise half told me to stay and talk.
And I wanted to stay… but for once, I went with my gut and ran.
"So you met him, then?" Ino repeated, her turquoise eyes demanding an answer. She brushed tendrils of her honey-colored hair out of her face, waiting for me to reply. I stared up at my ceiling, not answering.
"FOREHEAD!" Ino shouted, laughing. "Could ya' answer me, maybe?"
I stood up off my bed, only to move to my basket chair. I was still silent, just thinking about him.
Why had I left?
What was his name?
Ino huffed, clearly exasperated. She slouched on the seat of my keyboard, looking bored. "Do you care about anyone other than yourself anymore?" she asked me, an annoyed and angry tone to her usually sweet voice.
"Yes," I retorted quickly.
Her usual grin returned. "You're very strange sometimes, Forehead." She paused to see my reaction. I smiled a bit. "Now… did you meet the boy?"
I shrugged. "Well, sort of. I didn't really talk to him. But I saw him." I contemplated the day's events from earlier, his seraphic face lingering in my mind. Just at the mere thought of him, I shivered. I got the most peculiar feeling when I was around him.
Ino's face lit up. "Is he gorgeous?" Her grin broadened as I opened my mouth to tell her what he looked like, but instead of speaking, I shrugged, searching my vocabulary for a good word to explain him, and realized that there truly wasn't a word that was fit to describe his unexplainable perfection.
I inhaled, leaning back in my chair, the mere thought of him befuddling and dizzying me. "Gorgeous is an understatement," I finally said. "He's… beyond words. I don't have a word that will do him justice. Seriously." Ino looked excited. "Do you think I'd be able to meet him?" I shrugged, unsure. "I don't really know," I answered truthfully.
We sat in absolute silence for a moment, the peace being broken by sudden rain pounding loudly on the roof as if one hundred people were jumping up and down on it. "Ahh, gotta love the rain," Ino commented, her light cobalt eyes peering out the window. She then turned to me. "Oh! I forgot to ask you. Are you going to Temari's party tonight?"
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Hah. Since when do I go to parties?" It was true. I never went to parties. And as of right now, Temari's was no exception, even though she was nice and all. Ino frowned. "Aww, Sakura! Will you please come? Otherwise I'll be all alone." She seemed so desperate that I thought she'd just about get down on her knees and beg.
I huffed, flinging my hair over my shoulder and letting it fall in my eyes. "Naruto will be there, he's good enough," I reminded her.
She scowled, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Forehead, seriously. You know how I feel about Naruto." She climbed off the loveseat and fell back onto the floor, sitting with her knees close to her chest.
"I know…" I trailed off. Ino and Naruto basically resented each other. The only thing they managed to find each other good for was an occasional hookup or awkward date to a school dance. Otherwise, their relationship was worth nothing. "I guess I could come." I sighed, regretting my words as soon as I said them. "Really?!" Ino exclaimed, jumping up off the floor. "Oh, cool! Thanks Sakura! I have to go, but I'll see you there!" She gave me an excited hug and headed out the door.
I gazed hopelessly at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. I looked decent enough, I supposed.
Dreading my mom's reaction, I tried to slip by her on my way down the stairs. I made it down, and slowly turned the door handle. But, of course, it clicked
My mum, who was previously standing silently in the kitchen and looking at the plain green wall, turned her attention to the source of the noise and saw me. I could almost see her temperature rise as she stormed towards me, fuming.
Oh, joy.
"Where are you going?" She snarled, standing against the front door so I couldn't get out. "To Ino's house," I lied, only hoping she'd buy it and leave me alone.
She scowled, her face looking like she'd eaten something sour. Her chocolate-colored eyebrows furrowed together, and her sharp green eyes flashed with absolute disgust. "And what the hell are you wearing? You look like shit, Sakura!"
I glanced down at my outfit. It seemed perfectly fine to me. "I'm wearing what I want to," I said defiantly. "Now let me out.". My mother gave me a look of utter disgust and horror, and then surrendered and let me out the door.
Ahh, freedom.
I arrived at the party and saw neon lights flashing through the first-story windows. Oh, I could tell this would be so much fun. I stared at my shoes as I walked inside, examining the peculiar way the color of the left shoe seemed a bit darker than the right. I'd do anything to keep my thoughts away from dancing and partying. Cringing once more at the mere idea of a party, I reluctantly entered the house.
I was hit with a wave of noise and lights. Ridiculously loud music pulsed throughout the house, and I recognized the song as one by Nine Inch Nails. The flashing colorful lights suspended from the ceiling were on the verge of being overwhelming. And the sounds of people were everywhere.
I spotted Temari, the hostess of the party, in the throngs of dancing people, and she waved to me. Her hair was dyed a hot magenta, possibly a few shades darker than my own natural pink hair and her makeup was bright and over-the-top. Even her ever-changing piercings were rainbow-colored.
She almost matches the lights, I thought with a snicker.
I made my way through the crowds, scanning the room for a recognizable face. I finally spotted Ino, who was dancing very close with an anonymous boy who I'd seen before at school, but I didn't know his name.
Naruto was also nearby, talking with a girl named Hinata who all three of us were pretty familiar with. Judging by the look on both of their faces, they seemed to be… getting along… quite nicely.
I opted not to talk to either of them right now. My being here was pretty much pointless, so I left the place. I couldn't stand it any longer.
I had to go to that house again.
Navigating from the location of the party to the small little cottage was relatively easy, and I soon found myself staring in the window again. The boy was in there today, pacing back and forth across the only room in the house. My heart reacted for me; the irregular beat of it immediately starting to increase. Reaching for the doorknob again, I quickly felt the odd sensation that there was a ghostly presence overcome all other emotions.
"You came back." His voice was just as unintentionally seductive as ever, and I had to remind myself to breathe when he smiled a bit.
"Um." Um. Was that really the best that I could do?
It was perfectly silent. No sounds came from anywhere or anyone. His eyes glittered. He looked directly at me, his expression almost eerie. "I'm Sasuke," he said at last, his soft voice intruding the stillness.
I didn't dare mention to him that Sasuke was my all-time favorite guy's name. I just managed a smile and nodded. I couldn't even gain enough breath to talk. This was insane. Sasuke gazed at me through his thick lashes, hints of his onyx-hued pupils visible even through the black fringe. "So… what's your name?" he requested, a small laugh following the statement and causing my heart to throb uncontrollably. "Because I can't keep calling you 'pretty', as true as it is."
I felt lightheaded at his compliment, having to remind myself to breathe.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale… c'mon Sakura, this is ridiculous.
"My name is Sakura," I said, my voice sounding stifled and forced.
"Sakura, eh? The names suits you quite well. Pale skin, gorgeous green eyes, unusual pink hair, the beauty and colors of the season." He winked at me, suddenly seeming a bit more human, not to mention all the more seductive.
"Uh, thanks," I said nervously. God, I must be so awkward to talk to right now.
He nodded, acknowledging my uneasy appreciation. "So… why do you keep coming back here, Sakura?" He strode about the room. I stood stiffly in the center, watching him as he paced from wall to wall. He almost seemed to float as he walked.
God. Why did I keep coming back? "I… I almost feel like I have to come," I admitted quietly, a blush creeping into my cheeks. "There is something that keeps drawing me back."
A small smile formed on his lips, and there was a glint in his eyes that was bordering sinister.
"Oh… is there now?"
Next Oneshot: She
Sneak Peak: n/a
A/N: ...ew. I hate this, in fact this fic can go die in hell. xD