SAKURA
I was daydreaming again, recalling my first kiss. It has been 8 years since I last saw him.
My family moved to another country for business. And it was only now that we were coming back. As we were approaching our old house, I can't help but recall memories of that day more vividly especially as I hold the Peter Pan book with the name Sasuke written inside in childish scrawl. I remind myself to return it if ever I see him again.
After the 'kiss' incident, my parents called me so we could come home. I nicked the book intending to punish Sasuke. However, I did not have any more opportunity to see him since I was not aware that we would soon be leaving the following week.
I enjoyed studying abroad. However, I remained shy and opened up to only a few people. My favourite hangout place was still the library.
But as of today, I'm excited to start University. My love for books and poetry has made me want to become a writer. And stepping on the campus for the first time, I went for my dorm which was located opposite of the building where I will have my classes, across a field and the central library.
"This will make being late easy, at least the library is nearer." I thought and started the long trek to my home away from home.
As I made my way, pulling my luggage and carrying my box books, I decided to cut across the field. I was absent-mindedly taking in the surroundings that I didn't notice a spike-haired guy lying on his back on the grass.
BOY
"AAAArrgghh!" I screamed from pain. I opened my eyes and saw pink sneakers stepping on my privates. I must have surprised the baka who stepped on me because I was soon trapped in a cascade of books, sending me to another level of pain.
"Gomennasai, I didn't see you. I wasn't looking where I was walking. Gomen...gomen." I heard a high-pitched voice.
"Tch, annoying." I thought. She kept on apologizing and doing repeated bows in front of me. She looked so ridiculous all flustered and is that pink hair?
"Hey mister, are you alright?" She asked. She must have thought I was severely hit in the head for staring blankly. But who wouldn't stare at a bobbing head of pink?
"Hn. You must be new here otherwise you would have avoided me. What's your name?" I demanded.
"Wwhy? I'm Ssak-Sakura" She stammered.
"Because people who cross me, usually pay." She looked scared and I enjoy seeing her tormented. Suddenly, an idea popped in my head.
"From now on, as punishment, you have to do whatever I want. Learn my name, Ss-Sai. I'll discuss this with you later." I stood up to leave. And in a practiced move, I gave her a peck on the lips then left.
Walking away, I don't know what made me do it, must be her innocence I want to erase or perhaps to brand her as my slave. It never even occurred to me that perhaps it was her first kiss. But her lips were soft and sweet, and tasted of something familiar from my childhood.
I expected her to stay rooted on the spot perhaps blushing or giddy as some of the other girls were. From a distance, I thought I heard her crying.
