Here's the third chapter! I am very sorry for any errors I may have made. I'm too lazy to double-check it so the probabilty is higher than normal. Thank you so much for all of the reviews! I will reply them tomorrow I hope you enjoy the chapter!
JCK- Thanks! I always put some sort of meaning into the titles of my stories. I guessI do it because I think it's fun when I read a story and I am able to make a connection in between the title and the plot. Yes, dearest Sasuke-kun tried to save her, but failed :( I enjoy GaaSaku as well, and I'll make sure to have some in here, it won't always be one-sided! I decided to do that, but I've been too lazy to change the summary...
xX Aya Marie-chan
Sakura had fallen on the floor, on top of the corpses. Their blood covered her clothing and her skin.
Sakura's initial reaction was quite unexpected. She simply stood up and looked at her bloody hands. For what seemed like hours she just stood there and studied them, as if they were some sort of abomination to life and she had committed the crime herself. Next she began to hyperventilate and her eyes grew wide. She wanted to scream, but her throat was too constricted to allow her to even utter a single sound.
Sasuke walked in timidly, knowing what his friend had already seen despite his efforts to protect her from having to witness the terrifying sight. When he saw his friend, however, he found that sight much more heartbreaking than what lie on the floor.
He wasn't quite sure what to do in a situation like this. Sasuke knew that if he had seen his parents bodies mutilated in such a manner, he would most likely go into a deep depression and hysteria.
Working off of pure instincts, Sasuke walked up behind Sakura and hugged her. He didn't want to see his friend in so much pain; her pain hurt him as well.
"I'm sorry, Tenshi-chan…" Sasuke whispered, with the knowledge that those words would do nothing to consol her in her current predicament. She didn't hear his words, and it wasn't because of his volume. Sakura was so distant, like she wasn't there at all. And perhaps she wasn't, maybe it was her mind's defensive mechanism.
Sakura finally managed to choke out, "O… Okaa… OKAASAN! OTOOSAN!" Once she had finally cried out for her parents, knowing that there would be no reply, tears spilled out of her emerald eyes.
The boy, who always watched, felt pain when he saw her cry, as did Sasuke. The boy didn't intend for her to have to endure such agony, yet he knew that it had to be done for her safety and overall happiness. It would be better for her to think that they were killed out of cold blood instead of realizing that they never loved her and to see their cruel side once they sold her off.
He diverted his attention away from Sakura momentarily; just long enough to assess the boy who was attempting to help her through her pain. When he noticed that the raven-haired boy was embracing her, his body went rigid and he began to feel jealousy stab in his gut. He recalled that the previous day, he had a similar feeling when the child even talked to Sakura.
The red haired boy observed the spinning girl with a slight smile on his face. It was his daily routine to watch her from afar, ever since he ran away. He left because he simply couldn't take it anymore- any of it. He found solace in watching her happiness; at such a young age, he loved.
Loving Sakura was nothing that the child learned to do, it simply happened as if it had been there from the beginning. He loved her, and to him, that was all that mattered.
All he ever did was watch- day and night; never did he dare to approach her, even though it was tempting. He felt as if he wasn't worthy to stand near her, he felt as though if he even stood in her presence, he would taint her breathtaking innocence. So he just stood at the sidelines.
Interrupting his feeling of serenity, he sensed a boy approaching the premises. He seemed to be young by his aura, but his chakra levels were magnificent for his age.
He looked for the intruder, prepared to attack him for interrupting his harmony. The intruder was a young boy with raven hair with onyx eyes. The midnight-haired boy was heading directly towards the sakura tree. It seemed as though he was skipping aimlessly.
When the intruder noticed Sakura there, he began to talk to her. She stopped spinning happily, and didn't reply for a bit. Eventually the situation progressed to a happy one, she was smiling brightly.
When the boy who always watched saw her beaming so exultantly at the other child, he felt something he had never experienced before. It was an odd sensation, but he wanted to cause bodily harm to the young boy who made her smile in such a way. He wanted to be the one to do that, to make his Sakura happy.
This emotion was a new one; at first he was so confounded that he couldn't place it. It took him a while to realize that he was jealous of that other boy. He was envious of the boy for being the one to make her smile and make her become so happy.
This peculiar sensation caused him to want to use his sand to suffocate the boy. He wanted him to scream out in pain, then for Sakura to come running over to him and say, "You're nice, thank you for saving me! You make me happy," or something along those lines.
Yet he knew by her joyous face that things would not turn out that way if he murdered that boy. She would most likely cry, and he never wanted to see that. It was better to see her happy, even if he wasn't the cause of it.
Deciding that he always wanted her to be happy, he pushed his sadistic wishes aside and focused solely on her beaming face. If she was content, then he could be too, not for himself, but for her.
Yet the jealousy he was experiencing was barely noticeable. All he understood in that moment was that she was crying, the one thing that he never wanted to see was unfolding right before his eyes. And still he knew that this was the best way for things to happen.
Sakura stood there, her eyes and brain unable to comprehend that those people lying dead on the floor were her parents. Surely this couldn't be happening, not to her, life was already too hard without them, they were the only adults to ever love her; at least to her knowledge. She was blissfully unaware of the heartbreaking truth that they never really did love her.
After a few more moments of standing and staring, Sakura whipped around and returned Sasuke's embrace. At first, Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction, but then they went back to their normal size and he wore a slight smile on his face.
Sakura's sobs ricocheted off of the thin walls of her shack and her body shook. Her mind was now processing the truth of the trauma that lay in front of her. As she thought of the "good" times with them, she squeezed Sasuke harder.
When the boy with aquamarine eyes saw her turn around and hug the other boy so fiercely, the jealousy that had manifested earlier increased tenfold. Yet, he was distracted from his envy by her violently shaking body and the many tears that were falling rapidly to the floor.
With every inch of his heart, he desired to walk inside and wipe away her tears. Then he would consol her, and tell her that it would be okay, that it was for the better, it was for her happiness.
Suddenly a voice near the red-haired boy's ear said quietly in a lethal voice, "Spying on my brother and his friend, I see. If you are going to suffer from so much contrition, perhaps you shouldn't go around killing off people that are important to those you love. So Gaara, son of the Kazekage, what made you snap?"