Opening The Heart Chapter 2, a naruto fanfic

The Opening Of The Heart

A/N: Here's chapter two peoplez! ;D

Disclaimer: I want to own Naruto. But at the moment, it owns me.

Story originally written and taken by/from TragedyDawl.

Haruno Sakura stared through the sheen of rain and watched as the world was showered with the downpour. One year, one whole year had she been admitted to a mental institution and now she had finally been granted release. She felt both trapped and better—at least better than she thought she'd be. Not even a whole year of medication could help her forget the pain lying dormant in her heart.

No, scratch that, nothing could maker her forget.

"Haruno-san!" called a nurse from the doorway. Sakura turned to look at her and smiled.

"Yeah?" she answered.

The nurse smiled at her, "Your ride is here."

Today, she would be seeing a whole new world of color rather than the plain walls of white that were locked around her.

"I'd be right there." Sakura said, her heart whirling with anticipation. She was finally leaving.

Mitsuru embraced her daughter after she had walked out of the hospital premises. "Sakura-chan!" she greeted and motioned her towards their car. "How are you feeling?" she asked weakly.

Sakura smiled at her mother and nodded. "Just fine."

"Are you sure—"?

"I'm fine, mom."

Mitsuru eyed her weirdly but dismissed her daughter's weird behavior. After all, it must be overwhelming to finally be released after a whole year of constant whites around her.

Her mother smiled and her eyes crinkled, little crowfeet forming at the side of each eye. "So are you ready to see our new house?"

"Sure. Whatever."

Mitsuru pouted and sighed, "Well, I'm sure you'd get along with the neighbors!" she chirped trying her best to stay optimistic.

Sakura didn't reply and just stared out the window. She really couldn't care less about neighbors, a happy home and whatnot. She just didn't give a crap.

The whole ride was endured in silence when finally Mitsuru entered a rich suburban area where Sakura couldn't help but to stare at it in awe. The house that they pulled in front of was grand, just like the others along the same row as them. The gardens were fresh and grasses were well kept, it was as if the whole scene was pulled straight out of The Perfect Home catalog of some sort.

"We…live here?" Sakura asked in disbelief.

Mitsuru nodded. "Welcome back," a tear rolled idly down her cheek.

Maybe life from then on wouldn't be so bad after all.

The light filtered through the dingy curtains as Uchiha Sasuke woke up, muttering silent curses when he realized that he was not alone. In frustration, he pulled over his shirt and left the room where the girl would probably wake up alone and call him later on. Which reminded him to erase her from his contact list.

It was around two in the afternoon when Sasuke got home.

"Okaasan." He greeted when he reached the house. "I'm home."

Uchiha Mikoto walked out with a matte white apron on, "Ah, Sasuke-kun!" she motioned him to come over to the kitchen.

As much as Sasuke would like to deny it, he was a mommy's boy. Out of everyone in his power-crazed smug family, he had only felt love for his mother and no one else.

"What is it?" he asked dryly.

Mikoto smiled and clapped happily, "Sasuke-kun, we have a new member in our neighborhood!"

Sasuke rolled his dark eyes, "Mom. You said that like, three weeks ago."

His mother laughed charmingly. "Yes, I'm aware of that—don't have to outsmart me my son," she ruffled his messy hair as he grumbled, "but do you remember my friend, Mitsuru?"

Sasuke nodded, how could he not remember that young apple-eyed woman?

"Well…" Mikoto walked over towards the fridge and took out some bread, chicken slices, and tomatoes, "—her daughter had just came back and I heard she was around your age!" her lips curved to a grin.

He rolled his eyes up to the heavens, "Okaasan. I'm not interested."

"B—But!" his mother protested then sighed in defeat, "Sasuke-kun. You're my son—my favorite one at that. I need you to find a nice decent woman before I grow old and cold in my grave."

Sasuke winced. "I'm not even in my twenties yet." He grunted.

Mikoto looked at him, her eyes narrowed warningly. "You will be in another two years or so." She scolded.

Sasuke folded his arms and grunted. "Whatever."

Sometimes she wondered how to handle her stubborn son.

"Sakura dear, can you come down for a second?" Mitsuru raised her voice over her daughter's blasting stereo.

The pinkette walked down the stairs reluctantly, her hair tousled in many different direction. "What?" she grumbled.

Mitsuru shook her head disapprovingly. "Manners dear, that's very unlady-like."

Sakura rolled her eyes and mimicked her mother's words in a mocking tone. "What do you want, mom?"

"We're having lunch with our neighbor." Her mother said and a light twinkled in her green eyes.

"Not going." She muttered dryly and walked back upstairs.

Mitsuru walked upstairs to her daughter's room, "Sakura, it's not an option. You're coming."

Sakura whined, "But—why?"

"Well. Because. Um." Her mother looked around the hallway, and back at her daughter's bedroom door. "Because I said so!" she huffed.

Mitsuru had always been the materialistic one—she had Sakura when she was still young—and she had still to cope with motherhood.

"One reason mom, just one." Sakura sighed.

Mitsuru pondered in thought for a moment, "Well there's one, and I'm sure it's a reasonable one too."

"What would that be, huh?"

"Her son's cute. Like I'm talking majorly gorgeous—"

Sakura's face screwed sourly. "Mom. Ew. He's like, way younger than you."

Her mother grinned sheepishly through closed doors, "I know, I know. But once you look at him, you can't really blame me."

Sakura played with the hem of her oversized shirt, "Oh really now." She muttered uninterestedly.

"He's your age, and did I mention that he's single?" Mitsuru teased.

Sakura sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll go."

Who in the world would resist meeting up with a cute single guy? Not her, definitely not her. She would need all the cute single guys she could get. It was like what they said, to get over someone you've got to get under somebody else. But so far, that wasn't working too well with her.

Flashback

Haruno Sakura smiled as the blonde walked over to her. "Deidara-kun!"

"Hey sexy." He greeted and kissed her cheek, "how you doing?"

She blushed, "just fine. Missing you though."

Deidara smirked. "I'm sure that I miss you more," he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

"That's not possible." She remarked defensively.

"Oh trust me—" he knotted his fingers in her pink hair and nuzzled her neck, "you'd be surprised."

End of flashback.

"Okaasan."

"Yes, Sasuke-kun?"

"Remind me. Why am I being sucked into this?"

Mikoto arched her eyes upwards in glee, "That's because I promised to make your favorite tomato soup for the next three weeks."

"Hn." He grunted. "Stupid tomatoes."

Uchiha Mikoto had convinced her son to join her and their neighbor for a friendly lunch somewhere in a restaurant nearby. Sasuke had very stubbornly refused—until she bribed him with his favorite meals that he couldn't turn down. Anyways, Mikoto had mentioned about the young and cute daughter (did he mention, single?) who was coming along as well. Apparently it was like some sort of "Welcome Back" get together for her; she'd been gone somewhere for a whole year. Probably from studying abroad, he was sure.

He unbuttoned a few buttons down his chest and earned a slap on his wrist from Mikoto.

"Don't do that, it looks sloppy!" she scolded and shook her head.

He grunted, "Okaasan. I'm used to doing it like—"

"Sasuke-kun." She looked at him through warning eyes.

"Fine, fine." He put his hands up and surrendered dramatically, "I'll do it back up—later."

Mikoto sighed. "What am I gonna do with you, Sasuke?"

He half-smiled and said nothing while the both of them walked out of the house and to the car.

After getting a table for four, Sakura languidly put on her giant skull-candy headphones on, and the music blasted in her eardrums. Mitsuru shook her head disapprovingly and waited elegantly for her friend. Not soon after, two dark-haired Uchihas walked in through the opened glass doors and Mitsuru waved them over. Sasuke looked very distant and detached, but he dressed up pretty nicely. At least, nicer than how her daughter would dress up—she still didn't get her fashion sense of long stretched slogan-tees and skin-tight skinny jeans. To Mitsuru, girls should dress like girls; meaning dresses and all of those latest runaway trends.

"Mikoto! How are you?" Mitsuru greeted and air kissed her dark haired friend before muttering a hello to Sasuke.

Mikoto smiled at her light-haired friend, "Doing just fine thank you," she looked over at Sakura, "And that must be your lovely daughter, Sakura is it?"

Haruno Sakura simply smiled and caught a glimpse of the raven-haired boy and gasped.

It was him, that boy from Shikamaru's party. Um. What was his name again?

"Sakura?" his onyx eyes widened slightly.

The pink haired girl stuttered a little, "You're my neighbor?" she asked, her headphones hung idly around her neck.

Mitsuru and Mikoto giggled and whispered to each other through cupped hands, "Look at them!" Mikoto whispered.

"It looks like they're getting along already," Mitsuru laughed.

Mikoto smiled, "I'm glad that they're talking at least."

Sakura cocked her head to the side, "You still remember me?" she asked.

Sasuke's gaze was detached, "It's hard to forget someone with pink hair, you know." He remarked dryly.

"Oh, yeah," she twirled a loose tendril of her hair, "I guess that made sense."

Mikoto approached her son and tapped his shoulder lightly.

"Sasuke-kun?"

Sakura suppressed a giggle at the suffix to his name and it made Sasuke blush.

He grunted. "Yes, Okaasan?"

"Sakura's mother and I are going to find another table." She sneaked a quick glance at Sakura. "So—you know—you guys can get to know each other a little." She winked at him.

"Hn."

"Alright Sasuke-kun, I'll be right there," she pointed to the table opposite them, where the view of Sasuke and Sakura was perfectly clear.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Yes, Okaasan."

Mikoto ruffled her son's hair, "Good boy."

When Uchiha Mikoto and Haruno Mitsuru finally left to their table, Sakura burst out laughing which reddened Sasuke's face in embarrassment.

"What?" he gritted the words through his teeth.

Sakura tried her best to suppress herself from laughing, "I didn't know that you were a momma's boy." She snickered and doubled up in laughter when she saw Sasuke squirm.

"Shut up." His face was red.

Sakura breathed in deeply before completely calming herself down. That was funny. She wiped the tear collected in her eyes with the back of her hand, "Okay—okay." She breathed deeply again, "sorry. That was uncalled for."

"Hn."

"Let's start over, shall we?" she smirked.

Flashback

She snickered when Deidara choked on his own beverage. He squirmed at the thought of being laughed at and looked away from the emerald-eyed girl.

"I'm sorry," she bit her lip but the laughter was bubbling down her throat, "You don't have to be so macho all the time you know, Deidara-kun."

He rolled his crystal blue eyes. "So you want me to be all sensitive and all?"

"Of course not." She giggled and kissed him lightly on his nose, "but I thought that was cute."

He gave a crooked smile, "I should be choking often then." He made a dramatic choking motion as he strangled himself playfully.

Sakura slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare!"

"I'd so do it you know, Sakura-chan—"

"Deidara-kun, I'm serious,"

He scooped her in his arms and smiled, "For you, it's worth it."

End of flashback

"So Sakura…" Sasuke started.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you disappear for the whole year?"

"I needed to, forget about stuff."

"Well," he looked at her, "did it work?"

Sakura fixed her gaze at a distance. "I wish it did."

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