Chapter 4 – Denial

A/N- This is a reallllllllllllly short chapter but is just a little taster of chapter 5, sort of like a prologue where I will talk more about the whole dead body thing and Sakura's sudden realisation!!!!!

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Disclaimer: Don't and probably never will own Naruto but i'll keep trying with my man on the inside ( Cough Neji Cough 3)

(Sakura's P.O.V)

"Oh My God, SHUT UP!!!" I practically screamed into myself, shouting at my persistent and extremely annoying innerself.

"I won't until you listen to me!" she all but shouted back as I sat down on my worn out mattress and baby pink comforter, covering my eyes and cradling my abused cranium in my hands and praying that my loudsubconscious would shut the hell up.

"I am listening to you for god sake it's not as if I can actually tune you out!" I bit back sarcastically wishing that Naruto was here so I could let out my frustrations on a (sometimes) willing subject.

"Hahahhahahahahahahahahaha!" my inner cackled, "You are so in thinking of him now and you don't even realise you are doing it denial, you are!" she sat down this time looking at me and wishing so much that looks could kill.

I was about to retort but realised that she was right, I was thinking of him. Shit.

What am I doing? I don't like Naruto! Why would I like an obnoxious, loud-mouthed, blond, spiky headed, cute idiot? Did I just call him cute? Oh god did I just think he was cute?

"Yes you did! You are in denial, just think about what he did for you earlier." She said exasperated after fighting in Naruto's corner for the best part of a day.

Despite my best intentions I couldn't help but think of the previous day, the day I saw a dead person for the first time. Being a ninja I have obviously hurt people before but never killed, no I have never killed a person in my short but now more medically focused shinobi career.

Sighing I looked around the small bedroom in the one floor apartment I now call home, feeling decidedly lonely I curled up on my bed and clutched one of my most prized possessions to my chest breathing deeply. I tried to stem the flow of tears as I pulled the photograph away from my chest and up to my face, staring at one person in particular and watching his face distort as I cried over his whiskers.

Looking at the other bastard my tears turned to anger as I thought of what my tear soaked friend did for me and what the other missing bastard didn't. My inner might be right but I don't think I'm in denial anymore.

That's when I heard a knock at the door,

"Speak of the devil" I said dryly.

P.s Sorry if there are any grammar and/or spelling mistakes!!

Peace, well until next time which I hope won't be to long !! :D