Chapter 1

A/N:Thank you Essy-Chan for reviewing this story! You actually got Suzaku off his lazy ass (which isn't easy to do). I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. –Chojitsuna (TheGnRFangirl)

A/N: I am not that lazy! I just don't want to work on a fic that no one is reading. Anyway, keep reviewing I will bother to work on the story. –Suzaku (TheGnRFangirl's boyfriend)

It was the middle of the night. The snow was still falling outside. It looked peaceful and quiet out there. If I could have, I would have run out into the night and let the heavens bury me in white powder. The only reason I didn't was because my brother was watching me like a hawk. If I didn't sleep, then he wouldn't sleep. If I didn't eat, then he wouldn't eat.

He was always looking out for me and was willing to go to the extreme for me. I was grateful but there were sometimes that I wanted to just be alone. I was seventeen for crying out loud! I could take care of myself. He knew that but still refused to let me out of his sight.

So instead of wandering around in the snow I was in my room looking at the sheet music I had written for so long ago. The song was meant to show my devotion to Sakura but I couldn't complete it still. I don't know why but the muse I had when I began the song was now gone. Every time I tried to write the next note my hand would freeze and I couldn't remember what I wanted to write.

Every song I had composed so far had some piece of emotion. When I look at this song in particular though, I can see more than one emotion. I just can't remember what it was that had inspired me to write the music in the beginning.

I closed my eyes. I tried to hear what the violin would sound like when I played the notes. It was lonely. It needed the help of other instruments. It needed a pulse, something to get the blood of the music to flow.

I started to hear music in my head but before I could make sense of the noise there was nothing but silence. Maybe I needed to sleep.

I put the sheet music carefully away so I wouldn't destroy one of my last links to Sakura. I was only allowed to bring one instrument with me from the mansion. I had decided to bring my violin but I hadn't played it in so long. I had neglected that part of my heart.

I went over to the case. I let my hand slide across the smooth surface of the wooden case. I don't know why but the feel of the wood was enough to calm me.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see that it was Itachi.

"You haven't played in years Sasuke." He said. "Do you still remember you still remember how to play?"

That was insult to me. How could I forget to play my favorite instrument? It was the one instrument that truly allowed me to pour my heart and soul into every note.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked.

"Well, the last time you played was when you were twelve." He said defensively. "You could have gotten rusty."

That sent me off the edge for some reason. There was no way that I was going to let Itachi tell me that my playing had gotten worst.

I opened the case and grabbed the violin and bow. I placed the left side of my jaw on the chin rest and supported it with my shoulder. Being in this standard position actually calmed my flaming spirit. I felt almost at piece. I began to draw the hair of the bow across the strings and a familiar voice came from the instrument. The sound was almost like a human's voice.

I began to move my right arm and moving my fingers on my left hand over the strings. I started off slow and let myself get reacquainted with the instrument. Once, I felt comfortable holding the instrument I began to move my arm and fingers faster. I let myself poor out the anger I had felt when Itachi said my playing might be rusty. I was letting Itachi know that what he said had offended me and that his claim was unjustified.

I let the notes captivate me and I had my eyes closed. When I had stopped playing I opened my eyes. The lights in my room were now turned on. They were off when I started playing though. I looked towards Itachi and saw that mother and father were standing behind him in simple robes.

I felt myself blush a bit. I had probably woken them up when I was playing and had been too caught up the music to know how loud I was being. I was about to open my mouth to apologize when I felt someone hug me. It was my mother.

"I'm glad you still remember how to play Sasuke." She whispered in my ear.

I looked towards my father and saw that he was trying hard not to smile. For once he was proud of me I guess.

"Why don't we all go to the living room?" Father said.

He left the room first and Itachi quickly followed him. My mother let go of me and left as well. I followed them all down the hall into the living room. Father sat in one of the two sofas in the living room. Itachi was in the one right across from him. Mother sat next to father and I took my seat next Itachi.

"I think it's time we head back to Konoha." Father said. "I can see that maybe this didn't work out the way I wanted it to."

I tried not to smile too much. That was great news to my ears. That meant that I would see my love soon.

"There is one thing I do want to mention to all of you though." Father said in a serious tone.

He usually talked like this when he knew something bad was about to happen.

"We've been invited to a wedding." He said.

"Who's getting married?" I asked curious.

"According to the envelope, Naruto Uzumaki and Sakura Hatake are engaged."

I felt a stab of pain in chest. Sakura was engaged to Naruto? I felt the blood in my veins boil. This was not something I had expected to happen. I remembered the day I left. I had given her my heart that day. Was she really going to just throw it away?

"When did this happen?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain calm.

"Sasuke are you okay?" My mother asked.

I looked down at my fists. I was digging my short nails into the palms of my hands. I was shaking with rage. I felt doubly betrayed. Naruto had been my best friend when we were kids. He knows how much Sakura means to me. Doesn't he?

I tried to remember but I couldn't think straight.

"It's fairly recent Sasuke." Father told me.

That didn't really calm me down too much.

"How long until the wedding?" I asked, I let the anger pour into my words.

"The wedding is in May." He answered.

That gave me time at least. It was only the beginning of January. I still felt angry though. I closed my eyes and tried to channel my anger. I tried to think of my instruments. Not just my violin, but every one of my instruments that I had left at home. I tried to pretend that I was playing one of them.

It worked. I could imagine the music that I could create out of the anger and betrayal I felt. At one point only a few instruments stood out to me in my head. One of them was a piano but it was playing in the background. My violin was taking the center stage. There were also drums that kept the blood of the music flowing.

Then the music changed into something familiar. It was my unfinished song, the one that Sakura had written lyrics to so long ago. Curious, I kept listening to the music in my head. I thought the music would stop once it reached the part where I was stuck but it continued.

The notes turned chaotic and seemed to reflect the turmoil was in my mind. I snapped my eyes open and headed straight to my room. I heard my family protest but what they said didn't register to me.

I went into my room and slammed the door shut. I grabbed the incomplete song and began composing the notes that were helping the song feel more real. It revealed not only my anger and betrayal; it also revealed how hurt I truly was.

I was so close to finishing the song now but my muse for composing the part for the violin was gone. I could no longer hear it playing in my head. Instead I heard the drum playing.

I grabbed a fresh sheet of staff paper and began to write out more notes. I could hear it playing, hear how kept the music in time with a beat. How it provided a frame for the violin to stand on. Before I could finish I heard knocking on the door. I ignored whoever it was. My muse for the drums had died as well.

I heard the piano playing now. It was providing backup for the violin. It went with the song perfectly. I grabbed more staff paper and began to compose the part for the piano. Its sound was being out shined by the violin but it didn't matter. That was the point, for the piano to blend in the background and only help the violin.

Just like the drums and violin before, I could not finish the composition. My muse had left me for good. I could not hear any instruments playing in my head. I looked at each part for the song.

The piano and drums seemed to blend in the background but there was instant where all three instruments took a turn in center stage. Each one got a chance to truly shine in the limelight. It was the part that seemed almost chaotic but still tamed. I heard more knocking on my door.

It was probably Itachi. I was probably worrying him right now. I didn't care. The anger I felt had faded. It was now replaced with sadness and betrayal.

I went to my closet and found my snow gear. I put it on and opened my door. I had been right; Itachi was the one who had been knocking. I pushed him out of my way and headed for the bitter cold that waited for me outside.

I ran through the snow, not caring where I was going. I didn't listen to my brother's voice that begged me to return. I just kept running, wanting to find somewhere private so I could let the heavens know my pain.

I kept running until my legs were numb. I let myself fall onto my knees in the snow and just yelled at the sky.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG! TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I let my entire body fall in the snow, grateful that the flakes just kept falling. I felt my eyes closing now; the sleepless night finally defeating me. I let them close and hoped that they would never open again.

A/N:Yeah, just a little heads up, the next chapter will be in Sakura's point of view. Also, remember to review so Suzaku can actually help me write the chapter. –Chojitsuna (TheGnRFangirl)

A/N: Yeah, the only thing I have to say is review so I can be motivated to actually write the story. Motivation usually helps me write. –Suzaku (TheGnRFangirl's boyfriend)