DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.
SUMMARY: A single tear, rode its way down her face. A glint in her lovely emerald eyes shone bright. She stood frozen in the moonlight. "It's been a long time, hasn't it Sakura?"
IMPULSE
The act of impelling, or driving onward with sudden force; impulsion; especially force so communicated as to produced motion suddenly, or immediately.
CHAPTER 2: C O N F R O N T A T I O N
Recap: Sakura tossed and turned in her bed, fighting the horror that she was currently witnessing.
She stood broad in the moonlight, looking at the figure in the light. A single tear, rode its way down her face. A glint in her lovely emerald eyes shone bright. She stood frozen in the moonlight. "It's been a long time, hasn't it Sakura?"
She awoke, tears streaming down her face. She shook abruptly. Taking unsteady breaths she tried to calm herself. She suddenly saw what she had been dreading, she looked up and there they were. Two, blazing red eyes, looking intently on her.
"My, It really has been a long time. Eh, Sakura?"
End Recap
She looked into the darkness, hoping that it was all just a dream. All of a sudden, a hand was pressed against her cheek, and she knew all to well, this was no dream.
He was there, in the dark, with her. Then a sudden rage overcame her. She felt everything she was holding in. The pain, the hate, the love.
She wanted to throw him into a wall, make him suffer the way he made her suffer. She wanted so badly to just scream.
"Who the hell do you think you are?? What makes you think you can walk in here, and act like nothings happened!? How?!" She screeched not startling him the tinniest bit.
"Seems, you haven't lost you're temper at all." He said with that all too familiar smirk. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it's gotten worse," He chuckled. "Tell me Sakura, can you control you're temper? If you can't I most certainly wouldn't mind forcing you." His words made her shiver.
Before she was about to protest, she felt something sharp against her neck. It came so fast she didn't expect it at all. She stopped her words and looked at him. It was still dark and she couldn't see his face clearly. His beautiful, flawless face.
"You were saying?" he asked. He finally lowered what she expected to be a katana from its feel. She wanted so badly to just stab him. She wasn't the weakling he left her as. She was strong, she would take him. She would die if that was fate, but she refused to be weak against him. He could stab her a million times and she would still get up, just to show him that she was not weak.
"I was saying as you so rudely, interrupted, that you have no right to be here." She said her tone annoyed, and unusually cold. It was too cold to be hers.
"Well, I think otherwise," he said creeping closer to her. She was about to reach out and slap him, a slap he most definitely deserved. As soon as she started to move her hand, he was there. Holding it down.
"What do you think you're going to do? You can't possibly try that one me Sakura." The way her name rolled off his tongue, made her shiver. It was so mesmerizing. Each syllable spoken clearly. He sent her that all too familiar smirk again. This time he wasn't going to get away with it.
"If you don't let go of me.." Sakura said. "You'll what? Tell me Sakura? What will you do?" His tone was threatening. Then a thought came across her. It hurt thinking of it, but it had to be done. "If you don't let go of me……I'll scream," She said. It sent a wave of remorse across her, but she had stay strong.
He suddenly froze. "I recall I heard that one before. A long time ago," he said narrowing his eyes. "You don't fool me one bit Sakura," He said still stunned by her response. He hadn't expected her to say that.
"I'm not the same as before Sasuke," the name rang in her ears. It was the first time she'd said it in so long. She almost couldn't say it, but if she hadn't it would have shown weakness. That was something she would not tolerate.
Her eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and she could clearly see his outline. The muscles his arms presented were simply mouth-watering. Any woman would die to be held in those. Just not this one. His body, slim and inviting, as always. "hasn't changed a bit," she thought
She felt a hot breath on her neck, and stiffened. "I love it when you say my name," he whispered seductively in her ear. Inches away from each other, her face turned red. He was getting to her. He knew it. "Sakura, is that a blush I see? Seems you haven't changed at all," he said smirking. Flushing with embarrassment, her blood started to boil. She became angrier by each passing second. She was about to retaliate, when he put his hand over her mouth. All that was heard, was muffled cries. The sight was a flopping Sakura.
Sasuke chuckled. "Seems we have a jumpy one here," he said. And boy, oh boy, she was quite the flipper. Tossing and bouncing she tried to escape his hold. To her disappointment she wasn't getting anywhere. Even with her brute strength and fierce determination, she still couldn't break through.
"W-Why?" She asked. There it was, that word again. The word that could be used for millions of questions awaiting their answers. She repeated herself, this time more firmly. "Why?" She looked at him. Locking green on red. For a moment, he didn't know the answer. With that he spoke.
"Well, that's something for me to know," he said and released his grip on her. Then walked slowly back into the darkness, vanishing.
She looked around into the darkness but found nothing. Then, everything went black.
It had been a long eventful night when Sakura awoke. She tried to remember everything that happened. Him, inches away from her. The pain she felt. All of it was slowly coming back. She looked at the corner of her now empty room. The corner where he stood.
Uchiha Sasuke…
What a sight it was. The flawless face. The low seductive voice. The perfect arm muscles. Yes, it had truly been him. She had waited three and a half years waiting for him, thinking that maybe, he would come back.
She was refurbished and ready. Last night had proven to her, that she couldn't waste anymore time. Her pain, her misery. It was all going to end now. She was sure of it.
She got up and looked in the mirror with a new glint in her eyes. Her bright eyes, no longer filled with tears, but filled with strength. She was going to get him back this time.
She was going to stop him.
She was going to be a different person
She was going to prove it to him
She quickly changed into her clothes and headed out to face another day. One with real smiles, real happiness.
'Why' would no longer be in her vocabulary.
Nothing would be forced anymore. She would make sure of it.
Authors Note: Okay….so I couldn't exactly wait until 15 reviews…which is sad…but I got…ehh…1? Well, it convinced me that one person was reading, so watever good enough. =P
Also working on longerrr chapters. Next one should be much longer. Sorry for the inconvience.
NO FLAMES!
-BellaaaBlossommm =P