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These footsteps echo in the silence.
When does time seize?
Pounding footsteps.
Thump…thump….
Whispers of forsaken lies.
Don't listen.
"You speak lies, Sasuke-kun."
A fallen cherry blossom on a crystalline ripple.
Love is a reflection of ones own faults; Things we wish we can be
Trusting that one person can make or break us.
Be careful: hearts are made of cracked glass.
Once it's broken, it remains shattered at your feet.
Forever echoing your demise.
The silent killer.
A quickened trotting of feet echoed in the distance, silence overtaking his ears, covered in onyx strays. Wind wisps past ivory skin as his cheeks tinge pink, the sudden burn tingling his cheeks ever so slightly. A light click sounded from his mouth, the tip of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth in annoyance as obsidian eyes glanced every which way, looking for his once most despised color.
Pink.
His mind went into a flurry of sudden thoughts as memories driven to the back of his brain emerged; onyx eyes downcast. The time they were in the forest of death, after he had awoken from the curse mark, she was there, battered, bruised; bleeding. But for what? Their safety. The girl he considered worthless and not worth his time had taken a step towards woman hood, cutting off hair that was treasured by her very being, as it lay to the side in silky strands. He remembered the boiling anger in the pit of his stomach, nausea settling in his core as he looked upon the confessed man that lay his filthy hands over his teammate. His jade-eyed and pink haired trinket. It's forbidden to touch Uchiha property without consent.
Forbidden
Sasuke felt his mouth become dry, trying desperately to swallow. In the past, when he swallowed such as this, it was never his pride. Instead, it was from dehydration or from overusing his voice. Now, it was for finally admitting that even back then, his forming feelings for his pink haired teammate were only brewing something bigger. Something much, much bigger.
His mind brought him to the time he had decided to take a drastic and fateful turn in his future, knowing his only purpose in life was to kill a man he thought for so long was the root of all evil and the conniving nostalgia he felt; the source of all his forsaken hate and his foreground for despair and loneliness. Going to the snake demon for training, to make him something he was not; forbid himself to be. Then, that one girl. The one person he wished he didn't have to see before he left, stood before him, head downcast and eyes wielding her heart. He felt his stomach turn to knots and heart cringe in anger and….remorse?
From that day on, from the moment he told her those words, he cringed at the sight of her. He lived to forget the memories she had created within him. Those memories are the only reason he is searching for that girl-woman, now.
"What's wrong with loving someone that can actually take care of me!"
Silence.
Words sting as they sink into the skin, tiny scars form on the inner folds of the thin protection.
Time has allowed us to create something more, is it love?
The very words drift with the wind.
If we don't hold onto what we've taken so long to form; to break and to build,
then we will truly be alone...
Silence
"Because I Love you Sakura…"
Cringe. A bitter cry. A sickened smile.
"It's a bittersweet life, Sasuke…"
Sakura rose an eyebrow at the man beside her, jade eyes wide with suspicion. She let the navy haired man pull her along as he gave her, what she believed, was an endearing smile. Beneath were sinister desires.
"Come Sakura-san! Lets sit here!" The man pointed to a seat towards the back, a dim lit corner among the fancy restaurant brimmed with golden lanterns as he put his hand on the small of her back, leading her gently. She let her body move with his guidance, a diminutive, graceful smile forming on the frame of her face. As much as she hated admitting it, his touch was soft, gentle and caring. He had an intention to keep her safe, to make her happy.
"Sasuke…Was never like this."
The thought was grim as she moved towards the back, amethyst eyes looking over his own shoulder, making sure onyx strands covering ivory skin, meeting obsidian eyes, never beheld graceful cherry blossoms again.
Naruto let his feet carry him in a dazed twirl, an unknown village filled with unfamiliar faces. He grunted in annoyance as he slowed to a jog, finally stopping to halt. his head spinning as he tried not to release the stinging bile moving up his esophagus. With a wearied grunt, he spit the disgusting taste from his senses as he stood up straight, taking in a large breath of fresh air. Releasing it, he made a small sound, resembling a sigh. A loud squawking caught his attention from above, golden hair moving in every which way as a messenger bird landed on his shoulder, much to his surprise.
"Hey buddy! What's this?" Grabbing the paper tied to the bird's ankle, the bird shifted it's wings, letting the gust of wind lift it off the blue eyed man's shoulders and off to it's previous destination. Naruto hesitated before reading the note, eyes widening as he read the piece of parchment before him with flustered senses and shaking hands.
Mission to be Aborted: Immediately!
With sudden research coming to the Hokage's attention,
It has been requested that team 7 abort the escorting mission.
The man, Takashi, that had requested the mission, is in fact the next heir to a corporation
That hires women to explicitly please the owners and it's workers.
Though sworn to secrecy, a current ANBU had brought it to the Hokage's attention.
Please heed message.
Report back ASAP.
Naruto groaned in disgust, his stomach ready to give over. The note hadn't helped his sudden hurting as he gripped it in his fist.
"Sakura-chan…I won't let that happen to you!"
