My Heart's Pulse
Part One - Scene Two
Monster, how should I feel?
Creatures lie here...
Looking through the window.
I will, hear their voices
I'm a glass child.
I wished I hadn't awoke when I saw this man, Sasuke, look at me with his emotionless and hateful eyes. Geez, I haven't even known him for a day and he already disliked me! It was ridiculous how one man could harbor that much... hm, what was the word? Well, I couldn't explain what it was, so I decided to forget about it.
Naruto and Sasuke had an hour-log discussion about whether to let me stay or not. Although I was allowed to stay, there were some cons to living in Sasuke and Naruto's apartment. Besides the fact that the entire lot was Sasuke's clan's, I had to be one of the maids that cleaned. When I heard this... boy, I wasn't happy and poor Naruto got punched for it. I keep telling him I'm sorry though.
That night, I had fallen asleep on the long, leather couch. Half-way throughout the night, I swear someone covered me with a blanket. Probably Naruto... I doubt it was Sasuke, Mr. Human-Ice-Cube. But I was too tired to sneak a peek. I had turned, causing the person's hand to brush acrossed my bare shoulder, then it was hastily pulled away.
The next few days were uneventful, except for the fact I'd been cleaning bathrooms, bedrooms, the kitchen, and the living room. Not to mention doing the original/daily maid chores.
I saw Sasuke wandering the halls earlier, but no Naruto. I began to wonder if Sasuke had kicked him out for spilling his Cup-O-Ramen (A/N: Lol, it was random) again. Nah, Sasuke couldn't be that cold-hearted... right? God!! Why is it always about Sasuke?! I sound like a stupid fangirl.
"Stupid Sasuke..." I muttered, dusting off the invisible dust that was sprinkled on my clothes. There was an "Ahem!" noise behind my 5'7 figure. My eyes widened.
"What was that, Sakura?" He asked. I slowly pivoted around, looking up at the 5'11 obsidian haired man.
"Hm? Oh... it was nothing," I replied, stalking past him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around; to face him.
"Tell me." Oh, this was no suggestion. The power in his voice made it clear that it was a direct command.
"I said it was nothing, Sasuke-kun," I snapped, not noticing the -kun at the end of his name.
"Sasuke-kun?" He smirked, the amusement in his eyes sparkling in the pale sunlight.
My face paled imensely, "I-I didn't say that."
"No?" He spoke confidently. Then a yell came from down the hallway: "SASUKE-TEME!!!" I cringed at the volume of Naruto's voice.
"Dobe." Sasuke's one word reply made Naruto's face redden and his volume increase, trying to top his 19 year-old friend.
"Guys..." I said, but they didn't stop. "Guys." Nothing. "Guys!" Oh, that caught their attention.
"What?" They said in unison, staring at me like I was growing another arm.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, "Ugh. You two are so childish. It's unreal, especially for two 19 year-olds." I looked at them. They just huffed and turned away, crossing their arms over their chest. "O-kay... Well I'm going to make dinner. Bye."
"Wait, Sakura-chan! You can cook?" Naruto called after me. I merely nodded and continued walking. He ran after me, "Whatcha making? Ramen?" He asked.
"No Naruto. I'm making... well whatever I can find in Sas-gay's fridge," I mumbled. Naruto started laughing. "What's so funny, Naruto?"
"Did... -laughs- call Sasuke-teme -laughs- Sasu-gay?" He paused and started laughing again. I realized what I was said and glanced over my shoulder at Sasuke, who was fuming.
"I... uh... bye!" I waved hurriedly and began running down the long, long corridor. I heard a masculine voice shouting my name and heavier footsteps chasing after me.
Sasuke.
I abruptly stopped near the ending/beginning of the hallway. There it was. A picture of a small-town family; a family of four dark haired angels. They all had dark, never-ending eyes and three had luscious hair. Only one, the dad supposedly, hair longish milk chocolate hair.
"Who are they?" I whispered, mostly to myself, not expecting anyone to reply.
"My family." He answered, his voice merely a tone away from a whisper. His voice seemed broken and you could tell he was.
Hoping he wouldn't hurt me, I turned to face him, "And where are they now?" He stayed silent so I cut in, "You don't have --"
"They are dead." A small gasp escaped my lips. "Look, Sakura, I don't need your pity." He spat out the last word. My body tensed, but I didn't speak a word. Not to anyone for the rest of the day.
Flashback:
"Daddy? Mommy?" I yelled, walking throughout the Haruno mansion. I hadn't noticed the broken vase pieces or the disorganized papers that covered the floor of my father's study. Some family photographs and pictures of me were face down on the counters. I was only six, you can't expect me to be like Sherlock Holmes, I mean seriously!
Suddenly, I heard it. Those two loud "thuds" made all the difference to me, especially when I saw them. My parents' bodys were mangled and battered.
Dead. They were dead. My parents were
"Dead..." I didn't like the way the bitter and sorrowful word rolled off my tongue. I didn't like it one bit, hell, I hated it.
That following week I had to start Ninja Academy. (A/N: I know they start when they're nine, but I'm gonna change it to six.) It was my very first week of school. I had walked onto campus, my face hidden behind pink strands of hair. People watched me walk into the building and sit at a empty seat. Whispers and harsh laughs were practically shaking the room, well through my eyes at least. And guess what -I bet you saw this coming- , all the comments and laughs were about me. Yup, everything. Normally people love it when someone's talking about them, but no... this wasn't one of those proud moments.
Later that day, Iruka-sensei pulled me out of the classroom to talk about my family's massacre.
"Sakura. Are you going to be alright?" He sounded concerned and he hasn't even known me for a day. But I had locked myself up, but not physically.
"Yes Iruka-sensei," I sighed and glared at the ground, trying to keep the tears from coming, "Look. I don't need your pity."
End Flashback.
I remember now... that's what I had said when I was learning to deal with this... this hardship. Maybe he had gone through it too...?
Hey, thanks for reading! Please review, lemme know if you want me to continue or not. And tips would be nice too.
Beautiful Sakura-Chan: Aw, you're welcome! I'm glad you like it! And I Naruto & Sasuke are 19 and Sakura is 18.
