title: love month
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ!
rating: T-M
summary: o11; It wasn't fair that she had to sacrifice herself in order to save him.
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Self-Sacrifice
"I'd give myself up for you," Sakura said as she twiddled with her fingers, similar to Hinata. "I know some people say that, but they back out at the last second when it really happens, but I really would die for you."
Sasuke looked up and down at the young girl (twelve? thirteen?) who refused to meet his gaze. He saw that she was looking down at her shoes, and honestly, he didn't know what to say. She had just come up to him randomly, a girl that he barely knew, and said right in front of his friends, "I'd die for you, Sasuke-kun."
Obviously, he was embarrassed at everyone's jeers and teasing, but managed not to get angry at the young girl who was professing her crush for him.
"Oh."
"Yeah." Sakura continued to look at her shoes, blushing madly. Even her neck was red. "I have to go now."
"Okay," Sasuke said. "Bye."
"Bye, Sasuke-kun." She didn't even look back. First, she pivoted, walking before picking up her pace, and then running away, not bothering to look over her shoulder. Sasuke, confused and a little ashamed, decided not to head back with his friends and decided to go home.
A little girl with such bravery…wow. Sasuke ran a hand through his hair. They were always the weird ones.
Don't swallow your words.
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Sakura felt tears sting her eyes as she blushed. "I can't believe I said something like that! I'm so stupid!" she squealed as she kept running, bumping into miscellaneous people. "Right in front of his friends, nonetheless…he must hate me now."
But Sakura knew that she meant every word that she said. She, even being younger than him, would give up the world and her life just to make him happy. It used to be a crush, when she was eight and he was eleven, but now it was actually…love.
Even though she was only fourteen, she honestly knew that she loved Sasuke. She didn't fawn over him like her classmates and friends and older sempais did, nor did she stalk him around (she graduated that when she was ten), but she just loved him from afar and hoped not to get into his way, as she knew he thought girls were annoying.
Hopefully, Sasuke would just forget the whole thing and leave her be. Then both of them would never have to talk about it again, and he could just forget her entirely and she could just love him from the sidelines.
"As if," Sakura scoffed, wiping another tear away. "After all, who can forget this stupid pink hair?"
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For some reason, Sasuke became more wary of his surroundings. He always looked around him to see if there was any sign of the shy girl with pink hair. His friends nevertheless continued to tease him about it, which still made him feel insecure, but he would shrug it off and get angry at them.
Sakura had continued to look at Sasuke from far away, turning her head whenever he looked in her direction. She brought a gray hoodie and had the top cover her large forehead and put her pink hair back in a ponytail. Then, when he saw her, she would be just some girl in a gray sweatshirt and jeans.
"I'm going fucking crazy," Sasuke muttered as he massaged his temples. The light was green and he was ready to cross. "I need more drinks…"
He had been drinking for two years already in secrecy.
Sasuke heard a car honk as he passed in the middle of the road, but just ran to the other side. He barely made it before smirking and wiping his forehead, heading to the "crib" with his friends to consume alcohol and get away from everything.
If his liver wasn't already messed up, his kidneys would be.
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"What do you mean he has kidney failure?" Mikoto said as she began crying, Fugaku holding her hand. "This can't be possible! My son has never touched a drop of alcohol in his life!"
"Well, be that as it may, Uchiha-san, the records show that he has been drinking alcohol for nearly two years. He's only seventeen! Do you know how much damage that can do to his body?"
Mikoto didn't say anything. She looked at her son is sadness and then broke back out in sobs again. Fugaku rubbed her back and Itachi looked down at his brother in shame. "Sasuke…"
"He'll need a new kidney soon. He has to have a kidney transplant, but we can't find any suitable donors."
"I'll do it—he can have one of my kidneys!" Mikoto shouted. The doctor shook his head solemnly.
"Unfortunately, we've already checked the family records. None of you are a match. Until then, we just have to wait until somebody comes. That could take a day, a week, a month…maybe a couple of years. We just have to get lucky."
The doctor looked at the broken family, and bowed his head in apology. "I'm very sorry." Then, he walked out, passing by Sakura at the door, who was in her hoodie and pressing her ear against the wall. She saw through the crack of the door, Sasuke apologizing to his family, Fugaku shaking his head sadly, and Mikoto upset and sobbing.
Sakura, wanting to stop this endless terror, said, "Wait, doctor—"
He turned around and said, "Can I help you, miss? I have a lot more patients to see."
"Check if I'm suitable for a transplant."
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"You're a match, but you don't look nineteen."
"I am! It's just that…I'm very underdeveloped," Sakura lied through her teeth, knowing that the doctors could fully check if she was underage or not.
"Your organs say otherwise."
Sakura knew that there was no choice. She held the doctor by the collar and said, "Please, doctor. I'll do anything to save him. I'm a child, but children can give organs too, right?"
"Yes, but there's a risk—"
"I don't care what the risk is! Just make him healthy again!" Sakura begged, tears streaming out of her eyes. "Don't let him suffer like this!"
"But why should you have to pay for some stupid thing he did?" the doctor said, angry. "I can't let you do this!"
"Please! There's a chance that it'll work, right? Please, at least try. If it fails, I'll still have one kidney left, right? Right?"
The doctor saw Sakura's obstinate behavior and sighed. "You already know the risks for this."
"Yes."
"And you know that there could be a chance of failure?"
"There always is."
"You do realize that you could die?"
"I know."
"Do you still want to do it, then? Even at risk of your own life?"
"I love him."
The doctor saw how passionate she felt about Sasuke, and said, "Don't have anything to eat or drink tomorrow. Last snack at 7:00 pm tonight, and get here at eight. I'll see you then."
Sakura watched as he walked away, tears in her eyes, happy that she had a chance to save Sasuke.
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"The transplant worked, Uchiha-san. Your kidneys are fine now, and you are perfectly healthy. Now, you musn't drink alcohol anymore. You won't be as lucky."
Sasuke lied in bed, propping himself up. "Thank you so much, doctor."
"Don't thank me. It was all thanks to your donor."
"Who is it? I want to thank them properly for everything."
The doctor's eyes turned sad, and he looked down at his feet. "I'm afraid that she passed away during the operation. Her body couldn't handle it. She was too young."
"S-She died? Giving a kidney to me? How?" Sasuke asked. The rest of the family was shocked, too, wanting to hear of this magical hero who had saved their son's life at the cost of her own.
"Her name was Haruno Sakura. Does this picture look familiar?" He showed her a picture of the smiling fourteen year old girl, her hands in a peace sign, and he remembered the words, "I'd die for you, Sasuke-kun."
"No, no…no? Why did it have to be—" For some reason, Sasuke felt tears come to his eyes and couldn't stop them. He put his hands to his face and his back heaved as he realized whose kidney it was inside him who had saved his life for his own mistakes.
"She loved you very much, Uchiha-san."
"Sakura, Sakura…why did you have to—you stupid idiot!" Sasuke was uncontrollable now, and his family tried all they could do to calm him down.
"Sasuke-kun, please stop crying," Mikoto said. "She loved you and knew what she was getting into. All we can do is thank her—"
"No! It's not good enough!" Sasuke screamed, trying to pry away from his family's soothing touches, which only aggravated him even more. "I can't accept this—I can't, I can't—"
The doctor placed a note into Sasuke's lap. "She left this for you, probably knowing that she was going to die. I'm sorry." He walked out as Sasuke's fingers clumsily opened the letter. It was about two or three sentences long, in her loopy pink handwriting.
In order to save you, I killed myself.
For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.
I love you, Sasuke-kun.
The hospital was awakened by his screams the whole night.
This is probably illegal no matter what country you're in lmfao.
(I don't know medical stuff.)
Slight changes 7.8.14!
