"This… thing I just taught you, it's a forbidden jutsu that gives you immense strength in exchange of something precious to you-"
Who are you?
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-Zzzzzt-
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WHO are you?
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-shhhhhhtzzzzzz-
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Who ARE you?
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(long petal rose stresses)
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Who are YOU?
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-Zzzztttt-
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WHO ARE YOU?!
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(bright pearly smiles)
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WHO-
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(kind emerald eyes)
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-ARE-
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"-you?!"
(whoareyouwhoareyouwhoareyou)
-shhhzzt-
His already hectic world twisted with those three little words.
"Hey!"
(whoareyouwhoareyouwhoareyou)
"I asked: Who the hell are you?!"
(whoareyouwhoareyouwhoareyou)
"Are you even listening to me?"
-zzzzzt-
(red flushed cheeks)
'This is not Sakura.'
-crack
Dark eyes narrowed and a large hand tightened over a slim frail neck.
'This can't be her.'
(soft echoing giggles)
-zzzztzttt-
"Ack! Get your damned hand off my neck!"
(whoareyouwhoareyouwhoareyou)
"Let go!"
"Hn."
"What's wrong with you?! I don't know you! Let go!"
(idontknowdontknowdontknowdon tknowdontknow)
"Tsk."
Dirty nails tore and scratched and sank into his flesh, desperately clawing for freedom.
"You can't be her."
-crack
Wide emerald eyes stares in confusion at red swirling orbs.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about"
Red eyes narrowed.
"You're lying"
A pale doll-like face constricted in confusion and desperation.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, ok? Just let go!"
Pearly teeth sank into rosy lips slightly tainted in blood.
"...please. Let me go."
-crack
Emerald eyes stared back at his with endless hope and pain and confusion and something he couldn't quite describe.
"Please. Stop."
Memoria…
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-crack
"It is said, 'Time heals all wounds', I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." –Rose Kennedy
(stopstopstopstopstop)
And it felt like it was the twelve year old Sakura who pleaded him to stop hurting the sound nin back in the Forest of Death. Sakura who is innocent and happy and full of hope and fantasies and fairy tales. The Sakura he knows. HisSakura.
"You-"
A sudden rustling of the brushes behind them cut him off and the sight of emerald eyes widening in horror, fear, terror just like that day in the chunnin exams is enough to make him snap as a rouge nin charges behind Sasuke's unprotected back . The grip on her neck loosened as he forms a chidori and brutally jabbed his electric limb in the man's chest. An unsuspected kunai logged in his thigh and he ripped it out enraged. Forming the right seals, an enormous fire ball engulfed the general area in which the kunai was thrown. A pained groan was heard before a slightly burnt body thumped to the ground. Sasuke stalked to said body much like a predator would with his prey. Not a sight of hesitation or remorse was seen as he slowly stabbed the man in the throat with force, blood gushing out and adoring his pale complexion before the neck snapped and a severed head rolled with an eternally tormented expression.
Blood spills everywhere and that's all she needs.
and in my heart-
She set off running in the opposite direction as fast as she could. She had no idea where she was going, who she was, who that monster was, what was going on and much less how she did it but after a series of familiar yet unknown hand seals, she's gone with a puff of smoke.
(Fantasy mirrors desire.)
All he saw was red, all he felt was that familiar thick liquid which filled the air in that sickly sweet coppery scent. Death was all around. Several rouge nins where battling the dark hair Uchiha who moved with grave and calculated steps. Who killed without remorse and sliced though the bodies with ease. A true elite ninja he was with silent steps and quick fluid strikes. He was in a trace in which only he and his opponents existed… too bad for him it was when the last man standing dropped and the last drop of blood was shed that he noticed a certain missing girl.
"Fuck."
And so he stalked after his prey, his ex-teammate, his Sakura like the skilled hunter he was.
(monstermonstermonster)
Because he'd always loved a good game of hide and seek and some things never changed he decided at the sight of a small trail of blood and broken twigs. Clumsy as ever that girl was...
(Imagination reshapes it)
Her lungs burned and her calves stung with fatigued. Sweat rolled down her furrowed brow and pink lips panted heavily as long pink stresses danced with the wind. Her erratic heartbeat sped quickly like her panting breath and messy thoughts. She had been running for fair amount of time after she had somehow disappeared and materialized from the blood shedding massacre and exhaustion was kicking in. Setting from her sprint to a fast passed jog the pink hair nin caught sight of a large tree a few meters away. Deciding she had put quite a distance between herself and that psychopath along with the fact that it would be safer to rest for a while before she passed out, she slumped against the tree truck before her legs gave out and fell on the short grass between the tree's large roots. A sigh escaped her lips while she spread her aching legs out, resting an elbow on her bent knee while her other hand rubbed her temples. This was beyond confusing to say the least. She didn't understand who that man was or what he wanted from her. Where she got all those bizarre tricks or how she performed them. All she wanted to do was find that Konoha place and get some answers for once. Really.-
"What the hell is going on?"
-there stirs -
"My thoughts exactly."
A shocked gasped left her parted lips and her dark pupils dilated in fear. How the hell did he find her so quickly?! Small trembling hands grabbed a hold of the roots encaging her but before she could so much as take a step; he had flash stepped in front of her. She fruitlessly tried to scramble backwards, far away from him as possible but wood met her back and she knew she was doomed. Crouching low on his ankles, Sasuke observed the frantic female before him with calculating red swirling eyes and a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Oh how he loved hide and seek...
'This man is dangerous.'
"Don't come near me!"
In her desperate state she frantically tried to kick him away only to be immobilized once Sasuke grabbed a hold of her thighs, his knee straddled one leg, knee between her thighs while keeping a firm grip on the other and effectively immobilizing her. Her next move was quite predictable, really. Something's just never changed. She swung her fist at his face only to by caught with ease by his larger palm and pinned above her head along with her other wrist. Her terrified gaze penetrated his being and he decided that maybe fairy tales and fantasies never really suited her.
(because they lie far too often)
"Kami. Get off me!"
Her struggles where in vain for his solid grip didn't falter. Her speeding breath fanned his face and she thought that maybe just maybe he could hear her frantic heart. That certainly wouldn't do.
"Y-you're crowding me!"
(letgoletgoletgoletgo)
He hovered above her, like a predatory beast and eyed her up and down. Long pink stresses slightly messy, smooth face flashing with emotions in a way only his Sakura could manage, emerald eyes staring back with inviting parted pink lips. Then, a flash of red and black caught his attention.
Lips fractionally tugged downwards.
"Akatsuki."
Narrowed eyes.
"What?"
Clenched jaw.
"Where did you get that?"
Grip on wrists tightening.
"I don't know! You're hurting me."
Sharingan spiraling.
"Shit! You need to fucking stop this!"
Face closing on another
"S-stop. You're t-too close."
Breaths mingling into one another.
"Damn it."
An unseen whispered plea.
(say you'll remember)
In his crazed state he raised his hand and whispered a soft "Kai" trying to dispel a illusion that didn't exist, never existed, before sighing in defeat and placing his head on her neck, inhaling her distinctive scent while absently minded running his hand up and down her slim waist. She tensed up.
(this is reality)
"stop... Plea-"
" I'm not going to hurt you. "
-a quiet pain.
He's too close. Kami, he's too close and she can't breathe, can't think and her breath hitched when she felt him nuzzling his nose along her neck before he slowly licked away the blood slightly trickling down her neck cause by his Kunasagi earlier.
"My name..."
He murmured against her soft skin and she shivered.
"...your name?"
"Hai."
He took a lock of her pink hair and toyed with it before running his lips along her jaw reaching her ear-
"Why don't you…"
-and huskily whispered:
"…Say my name?"
"I don't understand. Please, just g-get off me."
"No... Say my name."
A frustrated whine escaped her lips and he simply smirked arrogantly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I don't know it!"
"Say my name." An edge of frustration hinted his command.
"I told you: I. Don't. Know."
He lightly bit her earlobe and she gasped, eyes wide, hands trying to twist out of his grasp, body squirming beneath his lean and muscled body. It's too much, she feels dizzy and oh, Kami is his hand making lazy circles around her hip?!
" Oh Kami. Get the fuck off. Are you crazy?!"
(some questions where better left unanswered)
His dark eyes were darker, clouded… and the way he looked at her made her spine shudder in a delicious shiver.
(In fear, desperation… hunger.)
"Try to remember."
(you should know better, Sakura)
His lashes lowered, staring at her lips. His jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed. He bent down and Sakura's breath hitched. "Stop—"
"I'll make you remember…"
(it's cruel, sick, twisted and painful and sometimes even a bit sinfully delicious)
"…Sakura."
And his name was smeared on her lips.
"…Like what?"
"-your memories."
(sakurasakurasakurasakurasaku rasakurasakurasakurasakurasa kurasakurasakurasakurasakura sakurasakurasakurasakurasaku rasakura)
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Thanks much for all the lovely reviews and support! I read them all over and over and over as I was writing this during laaaaate hours. As usual, school has no mercy and a huge block got a hold of me ;3; so let's cheer with some cookies! Enjoy everyone~