A/N: So in just one day, I had a lot of readers! Which made me pretty happy. I don't have any problems with getting criticism, but just don't say how much you hate it and everything. Because of the many people who read my story I spent most of the afternoon typing up the next chapter…I know I have no life. Just for clarification for the next few chapters it will go from the past to the future throughout the chapter. I hope it's not to confusing.
Discaimer: Me no owne Naruto..but how I wish I did!
I cry because I know
he doesn't feel the way I do.
I cry because I think of
how pathetic I am,
and I cry because
I think I'll be crying forever.
He was sitting in a small area that was covered in dust and barley held any light in the room. A small flashlight (A/N: do they have flashlights there? I get confused with the things that the Naruto world has) was in his hands and he gazed down at the broken picture frame.
Boxes of all different sizes were next to him, making the seemingly small attic even smaller in size. The boy himself was having trouble fitting in the tight space.
To him it was utterly puzzling. Why would a picture be thrown away into the dark space of the attic? The house he lived in was littered with different pictures in almost every possible place. Why would one be buried deep within the attic?
But the thing that was even more confusing was who the picture had been taken of.
Four people were in the picture. Three of which seemed like young teenagers. Around twelve or thirteen years of age. The third was an adult who he immediately recognized as his teacher Kakahi-Sensei. He wore the same stupid mask he did to this day.
The thing that confused him were the three students—he assumed by their age and headbands—that were standing in front of the old pervert.
Two were males standing on opposite sides of a kunochi ninja. One of them was blonde with blue eyes and had an angry expression and was glaring at the other and his hands were crossed over his chest.
The other had black hair and eyes and had a scowl on his face and was looking opposite of the camera and the other boy. Kakashi had his one visible eye closed and what looked like a grin on his covered face.
The girl had her eyes closed and a big smile on his face. But that wasn't had the boy's attention. The girl had pink, bubble gum hair. Pink. What kind of person has pink hair? It was such an annoying color. The boy snorted just at the thought of a girl like that.
That's when he recognized the spiky, blonde haired boy. At first he was too focused on the girl to notice the three parallel whisker-like marks on each cheek of the boy. But when he did he realized who it was.
The boys mouth opened in a small 'o' and he took in a sharp breath. It was pretty shocking to him and he was rarely ever shocked. The blonde haired boy was the Hokage.
So this was the Hokage's team. Kakashi was the Hokage's teacher too? The thing was though in all his life in the leaf village—all seven years—he had never seen that onyx eyed boy or the pink haired girl.
What had happened to them? Did they die? Or where they on a really long mission? But more importantly why would such a picture be in his attic?
Before he could even begin to comprehend all the questions in his mind he heard someone call from down stairs.
"Honey? Are you up in the attic? Dinners ready, so come down and eat."
"Coming Mom!" the boy shouted.
He took one last look at the picture and was about to throw it into a random box when he noticed something. He looked a lot like the black haired boy in the picture.
Because I never really had you at all
I didn't think it would hurt this much to lose you
Sakura walked into the house, her mind blank and numb. After she closed the door, she placed her back to it and slid to the ground slowly. Her wound in the side now fully healed and she no longer felt pain in that area.
But just because the physical pain was gone, didn't mean the emotional pain had ended. Because it hadn't. It had gotten so much worse.
Her tears hadn't ceased the entire walk home through the burning village. They had gotten worse. Now secluded from the sight of all the eyes of dying souls, she could sob freely and loudly.
Why! Why can't he leave me alone! Why must he take away what I love most!
Her heart was in turmoil. She didn't want to give away her child. Her son. He was the most important thing in the world to her. She could give him away. Because that was what Sasuke was doing to her.
He could have just snatched her son away while the village was being attacked and then quietly leave. But he couldn't do that. He had to make Sakura suffer before he left. So by first causing her immense physical pain, he followed it up by forcing her to give her son away to him. He would make her hand over her life.
She hated him! So much. He would never let her be happy. Was this his enjoyment? Her never dying pain!
She sat with her back to the door for a while, but she knew she had to get up. He couldn't come to the house. It was her only chance to save her sons from him and his loneliness.
Every few nights or
so you pop into my dreams,
I just can't get rid of you like
you got rid of me.
It was so dark here. No sun could be seen and no sound heard. His head turned in every direction in search of someone. Anyone.
He would even take the scary silver haired guy right about now.
He stood on the forest floor, covered in a dark, green—almost black—colored moss, that squished between his black sandals.
That was weird. Hadn't he been barefooted and going to bed. How did he end up in such a forest? How had he gotten dressed in his training outfit?
The trees around him were tall and had thick trunks that stretched high into the air. He lifted his head to look up, but saw nothing except for leaves and vines. He would never admit this freely to anyone, but he was terrified of the dark. Something about it sent shivers up his spine.
He looked around for any sign of his home, but there was nothing except for the trees and himself.
Fear crept up his skin. Without a second thought he took off running in a random direction, hoping it would lead him back home.
It felt like hours he ran in the internal night and his lungs screamed for air, but he kept running afraid if he stopped he would never get out of this dark forest.
Then just as the last of his hope was being washed away, he saw a bit of color in the distance completely different from all the other green and dark colors of the forest. He ran in that direction, some part of him telling he would not be alone any longer in the dark if he went there.
When he got closer he realized what color stood out from everything else. It was the color pink.
Weird he thought.
But then he recognized the sight before him. In an open meadow a huge and bright cherry blossom tree stood tall and magnificent. The moon's light hitting it directly on top and alighting it with the silver color.
He stood just at the beginning of the meadow, frozen with his mouth wide and he stared at the beautiful tree.
He couldn't describe what he was feeling, but he knew he was safe now. He couldn't be hurt by whatever the dark had made him afraid of. He was safe.
Then he noticed a small figure standing against the bark of the tree. He hadn't noticed at first because the person blended in with the tree. The person had pink hair that matched those of the leaves.
The woman was beautiful. She had a petite figure that although could be thought of as weak was actually just graceful and majestic. He could not see her full face as she was gazing at the moon above her, but just a side view was all he needed to know of the beauty she held.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
The women did not react at all to him and so he walked slowly and cautiously forward. Not because he was afraid of her, but he was scared she would be frightened of him and leave.
"Who are you?" he asked a second time.
He was close enough to see the single, wet streak slide down her face. She was crying.
He kept moving until he was only a few feet away from her and only then did she turn to look at him.
Her eyes were so filled with sadness, he felt as if his own heart was going to break just by looking into her eyes. Despite this however a smile came to her face and she spoke in a beautiful, graceful voice that dripped to the very core with love.
"I will never let you be alone, Itachi."
He stiffened at that. She knew his name. But how? As if to make him suffer some torture the vision of her started to fade.
"Who are you!" he shouted wanting an answer before she completely disappeared. The women just smiled at him. Her eyes were no longer sad, but filled with love and kindness. Just as the vision was almost completely gone he realized she had his same bright, emerald colored eyes.
Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my heart starts pounding, and I am painfully aware that I am not over him and he is over me.
A/N: So what do you think? Is it ok? I would love reviews! It would please me very much. More shall be reveled next chapter and Sasuke will return (just for all the fangirls and Sasu lovers…)
And if people are worried if Sakura is dead, she's not.