Chapter 2: Head Filled Up With Smoke

Damn him! He's definitely trying to trick me. I'll just show him. "Hmm, I would think that you would only go for this spot because you must love looking at the pretty flowers on the trees. No one will believe that Uchiha has a soft spot."

"Nice try, Sakura," he started. A second later, he was right behind me, his mouth close to my ear. "But we both know that you still aren't tough enough to pretend to be me," he whispered.

He's right. He's everything I'm not.

What am I saying to myself? He's tricking me big time! It's like I'm letting him walk all over me, probably so that he can sneak away. Well, that won't happen. "I'm taking the night shift," I pronounced sternly.

I expected an argument, but he just replied, "Alright." I definitely was surprised, but didn't want to show it to him, so I just looked away from him.

This wouldn't be so hard. It wasn't the first time I had night watch when Sasuke was out cold. Yet, I think I did fall asleep then…Well that was 5 years ago, when I was a weakling.

About an hour later, after the tent was set up, I knew that Sasuke was out like a light. Judging from where the moon was in the sky, it was around midnight. Finally the clouds had passed and the stars in the sky were visible. The constellation Scorpio was overhead. It truly was a beautiful evening.

I glanced at the sleeping shinobi. Hmm, must be having a great dream. Probably about killing his brother. Then again, he doesn't want that to be "just a dream."

A warm breeze blew through the area. The summer sakuras blew lightly. So did Sasuke's hair. It made him look like a perfect, peaceful angel. 'Yeah, the angel from hell,' I snorted.

Really wished I knew what his dream was about, though. Maybe what it was like before the murders. Poor thing. Now I know what it's like to lose a family member…

"Mom? Dad? I know it might be a little late, but don't worry. I'm here in one piece."

Not even a scolding from the other room.

Only silence.

"Mom? Dad?" They wouldn't go to bed this early…I walked into the other room, and there was my mother and father on the floor.

Dead.

"Oh my god!" I started sobbing and dropped to my knees. "MOM! DAD!"

Realized something, I shouted, "Daisuke!" I yelled, running into my little brother's room.

My little brother, of 18 months, was lying still in a pool of blood.

Then the tears really started to pour out. "No! Daisuke! This can't be possible!"

He was supposed to carry the Haruno name. He was supposed to be a great shinobi and my own medic student. He was supposed to join ANBU. But most of all, he was supposed to be a great son.

But it doesn't matter anymore…

I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. It was June 26, 'Happy 3rd birthday, Daisuke,' I whispered.

The wind blew in response. I stole a glance at the raven-haired shinobi again. Still in dream land…

Sasuke's dream (Sasuke's POV)

I walked into a kitchen. My old kitchen, yet it looked just as it did, exactly 10 years ago. But, I wasn't 7. I was older, in my late twenties, I think.

"Dad! Dad!" said two young boys as they ran up to me. Both were the image of me.

"Daddy, we gonna make breakfast for mommy?" asked the younger one, about four years old.

"Yeah, 'cuz it's her birthday, Dad. You didn't forget, did you?" added the older one, about 6 years old.

"Oh, really? What day is it again?" I asked, going along with the conversation.

"It's March 28th, Dad!" said my oldest son. Now where do I recognize that date…

"Okay. Now, how does Mom like her eggs?" I said. The boys smiled and got to work.

Now after the three of us tried our hardest to make a meal, while not making "art" out of the kitchen, mom's- whoever my wife is- breakfast in bed was ready. And I might have made a huge mistake, but I let my two sons carry the tray.

I knocked on my parents' old bedroom, now mine and my wife's. "Come in," said a feminine voice. I opened the door, and before I knew it, my two sons had run into the room, the food on the tray moving from left to right, but luckily not falling off.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!" shouted the boys.

"Aww, what's this?" she asked. "Breakfast for me? Did you two make this for me?"

"Yeah, and Dad helped," said the older one.

My wife looked up at me. The sun peeking in through the windows brightened the room and I could see her perfectly.

She was…was…beautiful. As beautiful as the blooming flowers outside. Her eyes sparkled like jewels and strands of her hair were in front of her face. Not as in messy, but cute. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun," she said.

I made a great choice.

I strolled over to her and kissed her forehead. "Your welcome," I simply said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my older son winked at my younger one, who giggled. The two ran out of the room.

"Where could they be going in such a hurry?" she asked.

The boys ran back in with a wrapped package in their hands. "We got you a present, mom!" said the older one.

"Aww, you shouldn't have."

My older son gave her the package. She opened it to find a lovely pink vase. "Oh, it's beautiful. Thank you Fugaku," she said, while hugging the older one. "And you, too, Narashi," she added and hugged the younger one.

The smiles on all three of them were heart warming, but that's not what touched me the most.

My eldest son was named after my father.

"Your welcome, Mom!" Fugaku and Narashi exclaimed. Then the two slyly looked at each other, then to their mother, then to me. In a second, the two were running down the hallway and giggling.

"Boys, I'll never understand them," she said.

I laughed. "Yet your married to me," I said.

"Well, that's only because I found your soft spot, Sasuke," she said.

I strolled over to her and kissed her forehead again, "Happy Birthday…"

Sakura's POV

I think it's been two hours now. Or more. Err…I think I fell asleep. I checked to see if Sasuke was still there. Thank goodness, he didn't try running away. I sighed in relief. Dammit, I hate how we have to watch over him. It's all because Sasuke had to run away in the first place. Well, partly his fault. Mostly it's Orochimaru's and I can't wait to give him a beating!

Sasuke stirred beside me. No, wait, he was waking up! Let's hope he doesn't find out that I dozed off…heh, heh, heh…

The shinobi sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Morning, Sakura-chan," he said. Wait, since when did he add "chan" to the end of my name.

"Umm, morning Sasuke," I said. The both of us went to work at taking down the tent, we ate our rations, and we were ready to go.

"Okay, the grass village is close to here," Sasuke said as we started walking again.

"Hey, Sasuke, what will happen if they catch you?" I asked him.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "If they catch me…" he started and stopped walking.

I stopped with him and looked at him. His eyes met with mine. "…Run away. Run away and cling to your life."

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4/15/07- 4/21/07: One crazy week.

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Death of 32 (33) people at Virginia Tech.

Oklahoma City bombing 12th anniversary.

Columbine shooting 8th anniversary.