-Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

-Yes, I understand I placed Itachi and Sakura as the characters here, but because they were the main characters. :o It does not necessarily mean it's the pairing. So am I saying that the pairing is SasuSaku? It doesn't necessarily mean that either :D Anyway, I'm just placing it here because you might start saying: "Where the heck is the Itasaku-ness?" or "why is it SasuSaku?" or even "Shouldn't she be in love with Itachi?" Another note, the Akatsuki won't be making their appearance yet. They will appear just not now. It would mess up the plot. xD But yes, they will appear. The delay of their appearance, maybe it's just a way of me making you wait more. xD

-Takakuma: What do you mean I should have dragged on his boredom more? Could you please elaborate? :D Yeah I always saw him as a moody guy. == Haha

-So without further ado:

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Chapter 9

~Silent Promise~

"Sasuke kun!" A frantic Sakura called as the said person walked out of the ramen stand.

"Teme!" Naruto followed suit, then seeing it also had no effect, turned to Sakura. She was biting her lip probably from the frustration.

"Naruto, I have to go" Sakura shot up from her seat. "I'm sorry, maybe next time, okay?"

Naruto didn't stop her. He knew that she had something she had to do. He whined, turning so he could slurp another batch of ramen. He glanced to his side and there they were, three bowls of untouched ramen—oh the bliss.

However, his happiness was short lived when he received the bill from old man Ichiraku. He had forgotten that he was going to split the bill with Sakura. But she wasn't there. So, Naruto had to pay for the entire three bowls of ramen and lost his allowance for the week.

Head hung low in defeat Naruto gave a sigh. "Teme owes me…"

XxxxxxX

Panting, Sakura stopped by the training grounds, but found no one. She had been running for over forty-five minutes and had yet to stop. By now, Sasuke could have been anywhere. She had passed by several shop, gone through leaf highway several times, even searched the forest of death in the possibility that he was brooding there.

Her frenzied search ended, however, when she spied the Uchiha standing on one of her favorite places in Konoha. He stood on the red bridge staring into the river below, thinking. Without a thought, she ran towards him, "Sasuke kun!"

Sasuke, earlier engrossed in his thoughts, turned to the figure that was running up to him.

"Sasuke, I'm sorry." As far as she knew, she didn't have anything to apologize for. She didn't do anything wrong, but the circumstances forced her to lower her pride. "I'm sorry if you got offended when I called you obedient."

A flicker of concern came and went inside those obsidian orbs of his. That wasn't why he was mad. And he wasn't even mad at her in the first place—well not directly. It occurred to him that maybe the kunoichi was trying to get on his good side.

And just as Sasuke guessed, he was right. Sakura's inner had appeared and was screaming in her head.

"What the hell? Why am I apologizing?" Her inner threw fists into the air. "Shannaro! Damn this bastard!"

Sakura's inner thoughts were starting to slip as anger seethed through her fists. The lack of response of the Uchiha was getting on her nerves. But, she kept her raging temper in check, thinking it was the best for now. She was sore from work, and didn't want to have to fight the Uchiha clan survivor.

After a long silence, he spoke, "Let's go home."

Then Sakura's long suppressed temper burst. Her fists tightened, her knuckles whitening from the harshness of the grip, and her teeth gritted with anger. She was about to scream 'damn you Sasuke' when a quick blur brushed her.

Her eyes, dilated from the shock, turned. Sasuke was beside her. In a split second, he had moved from one side of the bridge and all the way to the other. She now knew not to mess with him. It wasn't like she couldn't take him—she was fast herself—it was that she would have a long tiring fight. And she was already exhausted in her current state.

She felt him smirk. He leaned and whispered into her ear, "You are not yet forgiven." If it weren't for the fact that Sasuke was brushing against her arm and his breath was on her ear, she could've punched him. Instead, she blushed. Sakura's inner thrashed inside her blurred brain yelling indistinguishable words to Sakura.

Satisfied with her reaction, he walked on ahead. She had already agreed to help him, now he just needed for more information and he would have his older brother dead soon.

A frustrated Sakura trailed after Sasuke like a defeated dog. Her head was bent to hide the blush that remained on her face. Her fists loosely swayed back and forth in an attempt to relax them again.

XxxxxxX

Sakura's lips were pursed together into a thin line. They had been walking at a slow pace. Neither of them knew why, but the silence was somehow soothing. She watched his back, the way it held still despite the swaying of his legs. His Uchiha symbol patterned high and proud on his shirt. The way she was watching his back, it reminded her of how she used to watch his back all the time.

When Naruto had returned, she relished the fact that Naruto no longer told her to stay back. Instead, he asked her to fight alongside of him instead of behind him. It made her proud knowing that she, alone, had achieved this much. But, it was different story for her other teammate. Sasuke had yet to ask her to fight alongside him. It could be excused, though, because there was no need to. However the way his back was, and the distance between them, it somehow made her agitated because it reminded her so much of her old self.

Something stirred in Sakura. Not a feeling, but a distant memory. A feeling of nostalgia hit her as she recalled the night Sasuke left.

"Sasuke kun…" She whispered loud enough for her to hear. There were no life forms in that specific street other than her, Sasuke, and a rat that just entered the alley.

Sasuke didn't reply. Instead, he stopped and turned to her—wordless, swift, and smooth.

"Um…I…" she stuttered, and she didn't like it that she did. Where had the medic nin, toughened by one of the sannin, gone? She sucked in air to compose herself.

Sakura glanced up to meet those orbs of his. They were, like earlier that morning, empty. "That night, when you left…" she couldn't believe herself.

She fidgeted in her place thinking and rethinking about what she was going to say. "Um…bench…"

Sasuke raised a questing brow at her.

Her lips parted for a moment, then, deciding to change what she was going to say, closed them again. "For…um…" She shut her eyes and just let the words spill regardless of how it would turn out in the end. "Thank you for placing me in the bench and not leaving me lying on the ground!"

She slowly revealed her green orbs. She was hesitant to open them, in case a certain Uchiha was giving her a scowl. She had a big surprise when she saw Sasuke smirking at her.

Sasuke's eyes widened at what she had said, and he was utterly surprised at how stupidly random it was. He would have believed Naruto if he said something as simple-minded as that, but from Sakura? It was hard to believe. While her eyes were shut, he let his eyes turn crimson to make sure it wasn't a henge. When he realized that it really was Sakura, he let them settle back to their dark gray color.

He smirked at her. Sakura was indeed an interesting kunoichi. A few minutes ago, she was about to hit him, the next she was blushing, then she's quiet, and now she's yelling things buried in the past long ago.

He watched her green orbs reveal themselves. He saw caution and reluctance. This only made his smirk grow wider. He let his smirk linger a little longer before turning around and heading back without saying a word to her.

Sakura gawked at him for the enth time that day. His silence was, in the least, vexing. Just on that day alone, she had apologized and thanked him twice of each. And each of his replies, except her first apology, was responded with a smug smirk.

That egotistical bastard didn't even bother to give her a 'you're welcome' or 'it's not your fault' or even a death glare! One death glare would be better than a 'hn' or a smirk. Why? Because at least a death glare held an emotion. His smirks and grunts held no emotion, and she found it unsettling.

Her fingers twisted into a smirk, and her lips contorted to a scowl. The medic nin had succumbed to her anger. She charged at the Uchiha with a chakra infused fist.

Everything happened so fast that Sakura noticed her predicament only when she couldn't move. Sasuke, sensing the foreboding amount of exposed chakra, grabbed her wrist in time to pull it and lock it behind her back. His other hand had unsheathed his Katana and held it to her neck. They stood there, Sakura's back pressed against his front, arm twisted in an unmoving but painless grip, her other arm trapped between Sasuke's arm that held the Katana.

She let out a gasp when she saw the katana's gleam beneath her neck. "Sakura…" His tone was foreboding. She struggled in his grasp before he let her go. When she looked up at him, he held no smirk. He didn't even grunt. He just stared at her with that detached look of his.

Sakura gritted her teeth before she lowered her head and sighed in defeat. Her eyes snapped up when she felt Sasuke turn, without a word, and continue walking. She trailed after him, gripping her head as they walked back to her 'apartment'.

She had let her anger get the better of her. What had come over her? She just attacked Sasuke. More or less, he would was probably angry with her as well because the way he looked at her scared her. The way those unmoving oblivion orbs seemed to suck her in. She shivered at the thought and silently walked back.

XxxxxxX

When they got back home, Sakura, out of exhaustion, said that she wasn't hungry. Sasuke ignored her and walked up the stairs without giving a grunt or even turning to her. It was unnerving for her, the cold treatment he was giving. How did it come to this? She was just trying to lighten the Uchiha up, and it backfired at her. Well, it was her fault that she pissed him off with her antics, but still! She just wanted him to cheer up. When she entered that office and saw the blank expression on Sasuke's face, a strong feeling of determination entered her.

She didn't like the stony mien he held albeit the seemingly enthusiastic smirks he gave Naruto. She knew Sasuke far more than Naruto and could tell that he was faking it. Even as children Sasuke was sometimes faking his eagerness for anything. However, despite his faking, there were moments where she would see true happiness in his eyes. Now, he was just a façade of that Sasuke. Now, he was nothing but a shell of that memory.

Sakura gave a small, dejected smile. At least, in spite of him being a shell, the old Sasuke they knew was still lingering somewhere inside. She still had a chance to bring out the old Sasuke, and maybe, make him happy.

Because even if they both had lost their parents, Sakura was found by Itachi nii san and was saved the pain of living a life of loneliness. She had lived in happiness with her nii sans, and even when she lost them, she had her aunt. Sasuke…he had no one. And, Sakura pitied him a little. She, understanding the loneliness, wanted to make Sasuke feel like he wasn't alone in the world. To think, she could have ended up like Sasuke if she hadn't met Itachi nii san on that day.

She sighed thinking about her nii sans. Once again, she found herself wondering where they were and what they were doing.

"Well," she stood from the couch after a long time ruminating, and walked up the stairs. "Time to lower my pride…again." Soon, Sakura deduced, that she wouldn't have any pride left if this kept on.

XxxxxxX

Sakura treaded up the steps and down the hall towards the guest room. With a trembling, hesitant hand, she knocked on Sasuke's door.

Nothing answered her. But, she could sense his presence from across the door. He was probably on his bed or sitting on a chair.

She sighed, what was with this guy? Oh right, a LOT of things. "Sasuke…I know you're there."

Silence.

"Fine, I'm talking whether you like it or not."

On the other side of the door, Sasuke gave a sarcastic grunt. It wasn't like she wouldn't talk if he said no.

"Sasuke…" She inhaled a good amount of air then exhaled, "I'm sorry."

Sasuke snorted. She was apologizing a lot recently.

The pink haired girl rolled her eyes when he didn't reply. What did she expect? She ignored his lack of a response and kept talking, "You know Sasuke, Naruto and I are still willing to help…if you let us." She repeated her offer when he first returned. "But, because I know you, you probably will accept our offer, not as teammates or friends, but as tools for your revenge,"

Sasuke's eyes lit up, widening at the door. She had hit a bull's eye. He did think of them as mere tools.

"And if I know you, once you're done with us you'll toss us away. But you know," her hand slid over the wood of the door, "I understand your hatred. I know how it feels like to hate someone so badly…" her nails silently raked down the door, "But you have to learn how to forgive…"

Her words hitched at him like a hook yanking at his shirt, and this was pissing him off. The way she spoke with such certainty. The way she said: 'if I know you' and 'I understand'. The way she was so right about everything. It was driving him over the edge.

"Learn to let go…"

That was it. Something inside him snapped and he found his way yanking the door open so hard that it slammed against the wall. He rose to his full height so he towered over her.

Sakura gasped when her emerald green eyes locked with his charcoal gray eyes. She was half relieved, because she saw they were swirling with an emotion—a sign of emotion at last—and half terrified, because that certain emotion was anger. In a fraction of a second, she found herself pinned up against the wall opposite to the door.

Sasuke held her at her mercy. His large hands gripped pressing tightly on her wrist, his knees placed on either side of her legs, and his body an inch away from hers. Sakura would have blushed at their awkward position if it weren't for the way his eyes had turned from obsidian to ruby.

"Sa-"

"What do you know me?" He barked at her. She winced under his yell. "How can you say you understand me?" All that pent up anger was coming out in the form of thoughtless words. He pulled on her wrists then slammed her up against the wall. She gave a yelped and whimpered beneath him. She had every capability to gather chakra in her fist and punch him away, but the way he was looking at her froze her in place. It pushed all her thoughts away, and left her shivering underneath him.

"You're telling me to let go?" He sneered at her, "Let go? Like nothing happened and move on? What am I going to do, pretend my entire family wasn't betrayed and killed?" He said those words through gritted teeth.

Sakura's eyes were dilated in fear. Her heart was ramming so hard against her chest, and her breathing was heavy. The need to escape occurred to her mind. She struggled beneath him, wriggling in attempt to slip away, but Sasuke's physical strength exceeded hers.

"Tell me Sakura, do you know what it's like to live in solitude?" He lowered his head, hiding his crimson fury from her, "You…don't know anything…" He said in a bare raspy whisper. "People like you, with happy lives, they pity me. They tell me it's all right, but it's not! Because they can't understand my pain…no one understands my pain!" His eyes shot up to expect them to meet with her terrified emeralds, but instead, he met softened, watery jade.

He was taken aback. She was crying, at least was about to, because she was suppressing her tears. She was biting her lip in an attempt to stop them. She cringed beneath him in the effort to hide her teary eyes. And just as her tears welled up in her eyes, his anger faded. Then, as if he wasn't surprised enough, she gave a small, but sad smile. Though, it ended up as a crooked trembling twist of her lip because of her resistance against her tears.

Sakura was smiling because she was reassured—because he had spilled a little of his true thoughts to her. Her wrists made their way to his face. She was able to pull them away because Sasuke's shock had softened his hold on her wrists.

Sasuke stiffened when he felt her warm hands cup his cheek. What was she doing? Her feet touched the floor with a soft thud, but her face never turned—she kept her eyes on him. Her lips parted so she could speak, "I…understand."

There it was again. She was acting like she understood him again. "No! You—" She pressed a finger on his lips to shush him. "Oh but I do…" That sad smile was still spread on her lips, "Don't ask me how…I just do…" she shut her eyes and leaned in and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her hands, once cupping his face, made their way behind him and wound themselves around his neck.

Sasuke stilled. He had the urge to push her away, but he ended up just not moving. He felt her warmth radiate into him. His nose was inches from her hair, and he could smell the sweet fragrance of her shampoo. Unknowing what to do, he just watched her tremble.

"Sasuke…I'm glad," More surprises from the cherry blossom.

"Hn?" He was curious because he had screamed at her, and she was here telling him she was glad. For what? For screaming in her ear?

"I'm glad that…you didn't push me away…" her hands gripped the back of his shirt, scrunching it. She was still suppressing her tears, and Sasuke wondered why she was trying to hard to.

"I'm glad…that you let me in…" Was she talking about what he had said? "And I'm glad, that the Sasuke we knew is still in there…" Her voice trailed off as she buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck.

She was glad that the old Sasuke was still there? This girl…she was really something.

"It's okay, you know, Sasuke…it's okay…I'm here…" She stroked the back of his hair like a child. "I know it's hurting on the inside…But I'm here…you can tell me anything and everything…" she gave a muffled chuckle, "Hell, you can scream at me and I wouldn't care…I'm used to it…" She pressed against him, her tears clogging up, "And…I won't tell anyone. I know you don't like your weaknesses being exposed…I know you don't like pity…so I'll keep it this a secret…"

She pulled away and looked into his now charcoal eyes. Her eyes pleaded to let her in. They begged him, with all that pure greenness, to trust her. Sasuke stared into those intoxicating orbs. Would Sasuke let her in? Would Sasuke drop his guard for her? What if it was a trick? After all, she was the hokage's apprentice. But, this was Sakura, wasn't it? This was the only girl who worried for him. This was the girl who cared so much about him it annoyed him. This was the girl who cut her hair off to protect him. This was the girl…the only girl who truly, and wholeheartedly, cared for him.

And then he broke. He grabbed Sakura and pulled her into a tight embrace. His eyes, once emotionless, were brimming with mixed emotions: anger, sadness…happiness? His hold tightened when Sakura stroked the back of his spiked hair like a mother. She smiled, for she had finally broken his wall. She, the once weak link of team Kakashi, had finally let herself into the Uchiha's heart.

"It's okay Sasuke…you can cry…" She whispered into his ear. Then in a few seconds, his grip tightened and she felt droplets of tears cascade down her neck. She soothed him by rubbing his nape in attempt to calm him. "It's okay…Sasuke kun…" Then he wailed. It felt like something inside of him had broken, and he deduced that it was the wall he had built to keep his pain in—and others out. It was hard to believe that the Uchiha Sasuke was crying—in Haruno Sakura's arms for that matter.

When he had released his anger and sadness, his arms slumped at his sides. He breathed slowly, inhaling then exhaling in soft breaths. His tears had stopped, and Sakura had yet to stop her smoothing of his hair. But, even if he had settled, Sakura was still trembling. She was still holding back her own tears. Now that wasn't fair.

He leaned to whisper into her ear, "this isn't a fair trade Sakura…" She pulled away to look at him. His dark eyes stared into her questioning sea green eyes, "Eh?"

His hand did what she had done: it cupped her cheek. She held back a blush when he leaned into her and spoke with the same tone she had used, "It's okay Sakura…you can cry…"

Sakura's eyes dilated. For a while, her face held the emotion of shock. Then, it turned into one of disbelief, hesitation, anger and then finally sadness. Her face erupted with tears. She dropped her face into her palms and sobbed. It was Sasuke's turn. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into an embrace. His free hand smoothed her silky pink hair.

"Sakura…" he whispered, "you won't tell anyone about this." His voice was gentle, yet demanding. It was as if she would break if he had been sterner, or she would turn to mush if he were too gentle.

She nodded to him before she cracked a smile. Her tears were still flowing, but she had enough sense to listen and smile at him. Really, this girl was extraordinary. "Of course, if you won't tell anyone that I cried." She stifled a laugh.

Sasuke, not the type of person to laugh, smirked. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had let Sakura in—no, she broke down his wall. Perhaps, this was for the better. When he grabbed her into an embrace then cried into her shoulder, he felt the burden on his shoulders lift.

He felt so free—so light. Now that he had let the anger go, everything just felt so…bright. It felt like he had woken up from an endless nightmare. He felt…happy.

For a while, Sakura and Sasuke held each other in comfort. They cradled each other, easing one another.

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"Sakura…" He called her softly. In response to her name, she looked at him, "Hm?"

"I can't…forgive him."

She gave a small smile, "Your brother?"

"Hn." His way of saying: 'un'.

"Well, I can understand. He killed your family…" Her eyes trailed to the window. It was raining. After the emotional downpour, they came into Sasuke's room to find out that even nature was having its own downpour.

"…But, he's still your brother. And whether you like it or not, he's the only family you have left."

"Well that isn't my damn fault." His anger was beginning to show again. Sakura sighed at his frustration and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You can't forgive him, understandable, but…you can't hate him forever." Once again, she flashed him a sad smile before walking off to lean on the window. She pressed her forehead against the glass, feeling the water's splatter vibrating on the other side.

"Because…they're family…"

"I'm still going to kill him." Her head turned to Sasuke. What could she expect? Even if he wouldn't hate his brother, he was still angry. He had lived his whole life with one purpose, and that was to kill his brother. It would be hard, after years of effort, to just throw it all away. But still, it didn't feel right.

"Sasuke kun…" Her jade eyes watched his head turn to her. "...Killing him won't bring your family back."

"But-"

"They're dead. The only thing you can do is move on."

Sasuke stared at Sakura. Their previous conversation was starting all over again. "Sakura I can't."

She walked towards him and gave him a tight squeeze. "Sasuke, your brother is the only one left in your family. If you kill him, then your family will really be dead. Think about it, Sasuke kun."

She sat next to him and watched him brood over her words. At least he was listening to her now. It had been a miracle when Sasuke pulled her towards him. Even then, she was still pondering on whether everything had been a dream. But, as she pinched herself and winced at the sting, she realized she was awake.

After a long period of brooding, which seemed like hours to Sakura, Sasuke spoke, "Sakura…"

"Yes?"

"I'm still going to look for him."

"Sas-" He silenced her with the look in his eyes and smirk that emerged on his face.

"But I won't kill him."

Sakura, surprised, gapped at his response, "Eh?"

"I'll just beat him up." His gaze wavered. He refused to make eye contact with her because he was embarrassed. But, Sakura saw the tinge of pink on his cheeks. Then Sakura soon found herself roaring with laughter.

Sasuke glared at her. She wiped the tear of joy from her eye and waved her hand in the air as if dismissing her laughter, "Sorry, sorry it was just…unexpected. You…sounded like Naruto..."

"Hn."

She settled down, her laughter finally dead, and continued their conversation, "And after you beat him up?"

"Bring him back to Konoha."

Instead of laughing like she was urging to, she gave him a smile. "I'm happy that you've rethought things."

"I still can't forgive him, and hate him with every fiber of my being." As if Sakura hadn't had heard that enough from him.

"Don't worry, when we see him, we'll beat him up with you." He glanced at her, "I'm joking, of course we'll let you do everything. But, you'll still need us because the Akatsuki is a big group of strong shinobi."

"hn." And he was back with his lack of responses and usage of one-word—if 'hn was a word—sentences.

"But, we're not tools."

"Hn."

She twitched, "You know, I liked it better when you were screaming full sentences at me."

"Hn."

She gritted her teeth. She was angry, but she resisted the urge to hit him.

XxxxxxX

That night, Sakura spent the night in Sasuke's room. She lay on one side of the bed and he on the other. They just lay there side by side because their presence was enough. As long as they felt one another in the room, they felt at ease.

They were both staring into the white ceiling. Silence shrouded them, but it was short-lived when Sasuke called Sakura. She turned her head in response to her name.

"You…You won't betray me…?" It was half way a question, and half way a demand.

Sakura smiled and felt his hands entwine in hers. "I won't."

A short pause before it was Sakura's turn. She called Sasuke's name. He grunted in response. "You won't betray me?" hers was a direct question. She could never demand from Sasuke because he wasn't the type to be demanded from. Moreover, Sasuke was unstable. How would she know if he would keep his promise? Then again, that night he had changed. That night, he had opened up. He was even more different from the Sasuke before.

Sasuke's gaze fixated on her. He lay there—a little unsure with what he was about to say. Then, his expression changed. A hint of determination gleamed in his abyss-like orbs. "I won't." His words comforted Sakura.

"Sasuke…?"

"Hn?"

"I'm scared…" Her fingers tightened around his, "I'm scared that when I wake up…you'll be gone…"

Sasuke's free hand brushed the bangs on her face. His fingers caressed her cheek to soothe her. Sakura felt Sasuke move then she felt his breath tickle her ear "I'll be here…I'll stay…" He left the words 'I promise' hanging in the air, but to Sakura, that was enough.

She was put at ease, and feeling her fatigue, she fell asleep. Soon, Sasuke too followed after her and fell into sleep.

XxxxxxX

They lay in that room, fingers entwined with one another, asleep. Their slumber was dreamless. Their breathing mingled with one another. Inhaling and exhaling, they were both in perfect synchronization.

In some ways, the silence was unnerving. It loomed over them ominously, and created a dark atmosphere. The atmosphere felt like this unseen chain that shackled them. Because, in all its entirety, the event had had taken place earlier that night was like a dream. And they were afraid, that when they woke up, the chains would shatter and they would be tossed back into the nightmare they called reality.

But, in some ways, the silence was reassuring. The ominous silence created an atmosphere that seemed like chains. These chains, when they woke up, would hopefully stay shackled because these chains of silence served as a deep bond between the two. These chains held them together and with them, a promise. A promise to stay together, a promise to stay true to one another, it was a promise to be each other's haven.

It was ironic, really, how such a promise was based on unseen chains that may or may not 'break' when they opened their eyes. But, it was the best bet they had. And, it did them a good deal because Uchiha Sasuke, the only survivor—besides the person who murdered the clan—of the Uchiha clan, cold, stoic, emotionless, now had a ghost of a smile on his lips. Haruno Sakura, once crybaby and once the weakest link on team Kakashi, had a short temper, warm, a worry-wart, now sleeping peacefully without a worry.

But such irony was expected from life. If they hadn't known better, life was full of it. This ironic promise made in the midst of instability because silence was easily shattered with the simplest of sounds.

But, more than anyone, they understood the fragility of this promise. More than anyone, they understood the nature of the promise. Because it was they who made the promise, it was they who acknowledged it as a promise, it was they who allowed the silence to become the foundation of the creation of this 'promise', and it was they who used the silence that came between them after their words as a seal.

It was they who made the Silent Promise.

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-A short emotional chapter. xD I honestly got teary eyed imagining the scene. But, you see, I have this problem of lacking the ability to type what I imagine. xD So, if it's unclear or you can't picture it, I'm sorry. . This is my first time, so I'm having some difficulties. I'm kind of envious of those other first-time writers though. I've read a fanfic of another author, it was her first time too, but the way she wrote was amazing! I felt so much emotion from it. I could feel her words coming alive. When I read mine, I don't really get any impact. But, that's me. The fanfic is titled: Tangible.

-Well, review please :D

-This and the next chapter are probably my favorite chapters so far. xD