My Heart's Pulse

Part One - Scene Nine

I'm better off
Just pretending like I never really knew you
I gotta stop
Holding hands with the memories I'm feeling.

I dreampt about walking alongside a river, a long and winding one the stretched as far as your eyes could see. Its pale, crystal like water seemed to float, as if it was glass that moved. A heavy gust of wind blew my hair back. Its chilling sensation left me in a state of pure coldness.

Whispers that swarmed in the gust called out my name. Like my ancestors were shouting about how I escaped the cruel fate of Death when they didn't. My glossy moss-green eyes watched the grayish clouds drift around, near the horizon. They (the clouds) reminded me of a tombstone waiting for someone -- to carve my name and a few aknowledgements -- into it. Just waiting to be used, to be resting at the head of someone's grave.

Death; a funny thing that no one can quite understand. It is something that loves to see the sadness and pain of others -- mostly those who've lost someone close to them. Death chooses when it is time for anyone to go. By anyone, I mean anyone. Trust me on this.

By the time I awoke the next morning, everything was still... although it was probably because it was dead time, 3:00 AM. There was no rustling outside, no movement inside. Where was the life that made itself comfortable in this world? Where was the music? The neon lights? The sounds of wind tapping on the windows?

My light-colored eyes were dark in this light. Entrancing emerald was a dark forest green. The curtains of the room blocked the darkness that held no moonlight tonight. I shivered, feeling a state of mortification -- although it was sudden. I brushed my hair out of my face with two of my pale fingers. I also rubbed my arm tiredly before laying on my back. My disarrayed hairstyle looked even worse when I rested my head back onto the small pile of pillows.

When was the night going to get better?

Flashback:

It was dark. Very dark and dreary. It reminded her, the girl, of a tornado's aftermath. The wind was blowing crazily as she sat at the foot of the silver-haired man's grave. Her light pink hair swung around, strands flashing in and out of her face. Her emerald eyes were bloodshot and drowsily holding themselves open.

"Why'd you leave me...?" She muttered, hoping he would hear it. But she was sure he didn't and wouldn't. He was dead. Why couldn't she accept that? Other than the fact that he was the only one left that she knew. Her parents. Gone. Her friends. Forgot her. Her grandparents. Dead. Anyone else had shut her out, as if they were trying to close the curtains on light.

"Why can't this night get any better?" She cried out, tears beginning to leak from her eyes again.

:Flashback

A strange feeling hit me upside the face, as if someone had slapped me. It was a feeling that I forgot I had. Now that I know it was back, like my inner, I didn't even know what to call it. It was so forgotten, it was nameless.

Wait, there was a soft noise that repeated istelf over and over. Chirping. It was chirping, from birds! I could've clapped and smiled, but I was too tired to do anything but widen my eyes.

At least I know that the world hasn't lost its sense of persistency, I though to myself, inwardly smiling.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I sat down on one of the barstools. Sasuke was up, a tomato in his hand.

He shrugged and motioned to the stove clock, "I don't know..." He trailed off before glancing over his shoulder, "It's 8:16 in the morning, Sakura," He finished.

"Wow, it feels later than that. I couldn't sleep at all last night," I muttered quietly, knowing he wouldn't want to hear my problems.

"Why?" Was his simple reply.

I looked at him, questioningly, but I didn't object. "I just couldn't... My dreams were more like --" I stopped myself and continued in a different direction, "They were odd. And I just felt so uncomfortable."

"Hn," He noted, before taking a bite of his bright scarlet colored fruit. Then he started up, "Was it the bed?"

Wow, that was such a un-Sasuke-like question. It almost sounded concerned and caring. I supressed a laugh, "No, I don't believe so."

A small smirk carved itself onto his handsome face. (Yes, I said it... I decided not to deny it any longer.) "Oh. So then you're just a weird girl then?" He remarked, his tone sounded curious.

I made a face that told you I was thinking it over then I nodded and replied, "I guess that's what I mean." My bright, cheery eyes watched him roll his dark, dark eyes.

We sat at the large mahogany table, eating lunch rather silently. Not much of a shock now, ne? Anyways, as Sasuke finished his *Kare Raisu while I gazed out the sliding glass door, watching the raindrops fall. The dark clouds met up with the various shades of white colored clouds. It reminded me of a painting; those clouds just couldn't be real! They looked as if they were a stage setting in a Broadway play.

"Sakura... Your *Yakisoba is getting cold," Sasuke pointed out.

I looked at him briefly, then the japanese dish before returning my gaze to the soft downpour that awaited outside. My hand that held the chopsticks slowly moved, stirring the noodles and extra items around in a constant moving circle.

A sudden movement and a pained noise tore me from my trance. Shiny and lively jade met broken and distant blood red.

"What the ---" I nearly shouted, but I recovered quickly. "Sasuke, what are you doing?" I questioned demandingly.

"Eat," He ordered, motioning to the cold and still Yakisoba.

"I'm not hungry," I replied stubbornly. My grip on the thin, wooden chopsticks tightened imensely.

"Sakura, you need to eat. Now," He growled, getting more and more frustrated. Oh boy, could you tell... His hands were practically squeezing my arms, I could feel them bruising. Sure, I was petite, but I wasn't fragile... at least I thought I wasn't until now.

"S-sasuke... You're s-squeezing my arms too t-tightly," I hissed.

His grip loosened, but not completely, "Then eat," He said. I nodded hurriedly.

Whatever to get you to let go of me! I mentally screamed.

Aww, come on! You know you love him being this close! My inner teased me, stifling her laughter.

Shut up, you! I thought angrily.

Whatever you say... Your highness, My inner mocked me. I growled inwardly.

"Sakura, I need you to eat," Sasuke commented, moving away from me. Then he continued, "I can't have you waste perfectly good food." Sasuke took his seat, across from the table.

Waste good food... Was that all he really wanted to say to me? Waste. Perfectly. Good. Food.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!" I meant to shout inwardly, but I guess I was so angry that I said it aloud.

"Hn?" He looked at me as if I was insane, like completely and totally insane. Like I'd just broken out of the Mental Institues. I was huffing and surely my face had turned red, or something close to that.

"Waste perfectly good food?! Can you ever just say something nice to me? I guess not!" I stood up so hastily, the chair fell back. I stomped out of the room, my fists clenched at my sides.

That night, when I sat on the bed in my bedroom, I thought about lunchtime and I wondered...

Did I overreact just a little? I thought to myself, looking up at the ceiling, as if it had the answer. Even my inner didn't comment. It must of been that bad. Now I felt bad, but then realization hit me. He did deserved it, but then he didn't. Now I was very confused and my conclusion was undecided.

A/n: Thanks for reading. Please Review.

Kare Raisu -- Kare Raisu (Curry Rice) is cooked rice with a curry sauce. It can be served with additional toppings such as tonkatsu.
Yakisoba -- Yakisoba are fried or deep fried Chinese style noodles served with vegetables, meat and ginger.

XOXO, MyHauntedDestiny