"You can do this," Anko says wrapping another pink tress of hair around the hot rod. When she pulls the rod away my hair is left in a pretty, loose curl. She sprays it with this sweet smelling substance that makes it stay in place.
"Right," I tell my reflection, "I can do this." But my reflection looks back at me, the glowing bulbs around the mirror illuminating the panic in her emerald eyes.
"So you'll be seated on a side platform with twenty two other tributes and you'll be in the fifth seat. Each tribute gets three minutes with Gamma to woo the sponsors and the Capitol with their sparkling personalities, but you already know this of course." She smirks at me in the mirror and I groan.
"I don't want to talk about having to woo the sponsors and the Capitol." I fiddle with my locket. "Who would be wooed by a 5'2 tall little girl with pink hair?"
"Apparently the game makers," she says and winks, "Miss First Ever 12 In The History Of Ever." I try not to wince. I don't deserve that 12. "You already have everyone's attention, now all you have to do is just be yourself. Forget whatever Sai has been telling you."
"Sasuke and I are supposed to be extreme opposites, he's an angel of 'vengeance,'" I say, voice dripping with dramatic sarcasm, "and I'm an angel of 'mercy.'"
Anko sucks air in through her teeth, letting another bubblegum curl bounce loose, "Ooh, that part is my fault."
I snort, "Thanks for that."
She finishes curling my hair and starts making up my face. There's lots of plucking and dabbing and brushing with soft brushes and swiping with wet, smaller brushes. Even though it's the second time I've had this done to me, the whole experience is still really strange and kind of uncomfortable. Why Capitol people do this every day, I'll never know.
Once she pulls away and and puts all of her makeup sticks and powders down I can see why. If it weren't for the fact that I know that the woman in the reflection is me, I would have thought it was a window instead of a mirror. It's amazing what makeup does. I don't look like Sakura Haruno, resident of Sector 3. My eyes look bigger and brighter underneath a swipe of black liner that ends in a curve just below my eyebrow, my cheeks have an alluring rosy blush and my lips are a shimmering peach. She's added little bits of glitter around my eyes to create the effect that my eyes really are sparkling. My curly hair cascades down my shoulders and frames my face in a way I didn't know it could.
Sure I looked good for the parade, but now… I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I outshine the stars in the sky. I think back to Tenten and Naruto's shimmering outfits to represent their 'shimmering stars' angle. I smile at the beautiful creature in front of me. Looks like they'll have some competition.
. . .
When I see Sasuke in the extravagant, yet modernly designed lobby that connects our two dressing rooms I'm not surprised to see him in an all black suit. After all, his persona is a cold, hostile avenger. (Which confuses me a little. Who is he supposed to be avenging, anyways?) Seeing his face makes memories of our stolen kisses in my room come flooding back. Our eyes meet and I involuntarily blush. Does he think I look beautiful? Will he say anything? His gaze sweeps over me with a guarded expression but turns his attention back to Kakashi a moment later. Deflated like a balloon, I let Anko make some last minute adjustments to my dress.
I feel a little envious of the simplicity of Sasuke's outfit as she checks the silk ribbon connecting the back of my floor length, white, strapless gown. I was allowed to keep my locket on, just in case Jiraiya Gamma asks about it. I can easily answer in the tone that Tsunade and Sai want me to speak in. In addition to that you can see my chakra device peeking between my shoulder blades, but Anko says it's fine, that it reminds the audience that I'm a force to be reckoned with, plus all of the other girl tributes will be likely showing them off. Maybe even some of the boys, which makes me uncomfortable just thinking about.
"Don't want you to get tangled up or have your dress fall down when you stand up," she chuckles and I swallow nervously.
"You probably shouldn't be putting more stupid worries in her head," Tsunade says and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes.
"I was joking!"
"We have to be down backstage in five," Sai cuts in, tapping his fingers against a pad that glows. I still don't understand what it is, why it glows, and why he's always tapping away at it and I doubt I ever will.
"You said ten two minutes ago," Anko snaps at him and I can tell she's pissed as she secures the ribbons in place and ties them much too tight. I make a wheezing sound as my the air flowing to my lungs is cut off. But when I look in the mirror it looks normal, perfect, even. That's just the style, I guess….
Capitol women must have learned not to breathe.
"Kakashi and I will be in the front row," Tsunade tells me as I turn around in a wobbly fashion on my heels, which are the same color as my hair, "If you get nervous or freeze up, just find me."
"Or me," Sai says, like he doesn't really want to, but it's his duty.
"No, not you," Tsunade holds a hand up. I can see his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the gesture.
"Yeah, find me," Anko says and throws an arm around my shoulder. Already shaky on my heels and a little bit breathless, I stumble a little. She throws her head back and laughs boisterously at me and my face burns as I regain my footing.
I'm a goddamn shinobi. Heels shouldn't throw me off as easily as they do and neither should a tight dress, and I find myself trying to breathe deeply, but the material constricts the movement of my lungs.
"No, definitely not you either," she snaps at Anko and her golden-amber eyes burn into mine. "You'll be fine. Just remember, play up the whole 'girl of goodness and light' angle." Her hand that had been in my escort's pale face drifts forward to rest reassuringly on my shoulder. I can hear Kakashi giving Sasuke some minimal, last minute advice. Like he'll need it, I snort inwardly, no matter what he does the Capitol will eat it up. There's not one male tribute this year more attractive than him.
"Having a perfect score is one thing, but having a perfect score and people not being able to figure out why is another thing," my mentor says and Sai informs us that we have to leave. I can feel my legs start to shake and I'm suddenly very thankful for her warm hand on my shoulder, anchoring me to my spot. I feel like if it wasn't there I would float away. She says one last thing before I know we have to follow Sai backstage, "If there's one thing the Capitol loves, it's a mystery."
Her thin lips tilt up into a smile, "And if you're one thing, Sakura Haruno, you're a mystery."
. . .
Even though I'm hiding behind some heavy black curtains from the only other tribute that got a 12, it takes no time flat for Naruto to find me.
Not that I'm watching him from across the bustling backstage, hoping he looks my way, or anything.
When his eyes land on me he freezes. He stares with wide, blue eyes. Like the time before the chariots, our eyes connect and everything else seems to disappear. Even with my garter tight and suffocating, I feel like it's a breath of fresh air. Sasuke crosses in front of me to get a drink of water from a cooler near the wall and it cuts off our eye contact. I'm shaken out of my spell and become painfully aware of where I am. I hear the crowd taking their seats out in the freakishly huge auditorium, talking excitedly. But that's nothing compared to what's happening backstage; I feel the glares of the made-up tributes around me and can practically hear their thoughts: that's the girl who got a 12.
How did she do it?
She doesn't look strong.
Her pink hair makes me sick.
She's as strong as the monster from 4?
Naruto seems to have found himself when I look back to him and away from the other tributes scattered backstage. I wave slightly in hello, hoping Sasuke won't be too mad at the small gesture. To be sure, I sneak a glance at him filling up a paper cup full of water, his back to me like I don't exist at all, like we hadn't made out on my bed. The risque thought makes my face warm. Hell, if I die in these games at least I won't die a makeout-virgin.
I wonder what Ayumi would think of that statement. She would probably hit me on the back of the head for using such a stupid term. Thinking of Ayumi makes me ache for home, which is almost as painful as my lungs aching for air.
"You don't look so good. Are you breathless?" Naruto's voice says right in front of me, and I snap my gaze forward. I didn't hear him approach, yet there he is, a concerned look plastered on his face. I try to banish my unsafe thoughts as I fan my face, embarrassed he noticed.
Before I can come up with an excuse and cocks his head to one side and a confident grin slides onto his lips, "Because you've been running through my mind all day."
I stare at him uncomprehendingly for a second and then I realize what he did. The kid used another pickup line on me! I burst out laughing, which makes me dizzy and my hand shoots forward onto his shoulder. I lean on him, now actually breathless.
"Woah, have you literally been running or something?" he asks, real concern in his voice now, "you look like you're going to faint!"
"S-sorry-" I wheeze, "My dress is a little tight." With some effort, I try to look as though I've collected myself. I sit up and smile. "I'm fine."
"Oh, well I can help you with that dress problem of yours," My blonde friend says, looking deadly serious. Intrigued and desperate for relief, I lean in to listen to his suggestion.
"I could just take it-"
"Oh, my GOD!" A whirl of blonde interrupts him and a bubbly kunoichi is in front of me, clutching my hands with her in a distressingly friendly hold. Her light blue eyes dig into mine and I resist the urge to back away at her intensity and sudden proximity. Stand your ground, Haruno.
"You like- have to tell me how you got that 12," she squeals and I recognize her by her long, sweeping hair. It's not up in a ponytail like normal, it falls in waves down her back and sides. It's even longer than mine, which is impressive. She's the girl from 9, the one who spent most of her time at the healing station.
She's never spoken to me before, so I'm naturally suspicious, "I would love to tell you," I smile in a hopefully sweet manner, "but I don't want to get into trouble.. since thats against the rules."
"Oh, come on," the girl from 12 is suddenly right next to her, violet eyes narrowed in mischief, "who needs rules?"
"We're just so curious!" The redheaded kunoichi from Sector 8 exclaims. You can tell she has a harder time faking nice than her two other allies. They all smile at me with tight grins that don't reach their eyes. It's so sickly sweet I want to puke. Or maybe that's just my lack of oxygen.
"As a fellow female shinobi," the leader pouts- Ino, I think her name was- "we just want to stand by your side!" She looks around, as if to make sure no one is listening- and they obviously are- and leans in to stage whisper. "Karin, Miyako and I were wondering if you would like to join our little group."
I tilt my head and try to smile in a disappointed manner, "I'm sorry girls, I'm already allied with someone."
"Who?" Ino sounds pretty annoyed and I can see Naruto peeking in a curious and slightly annoyed manner over the girs. He grins widely when our eyes meet. He's saying "that's me!" and I can feel my hands shaking as I make my decision public, "My sector mate, Sasuke Uchiha." Their faces fall in slight disappointment, but I pay them no mind. They walk away and I watch Naruto's as face, just moments before beaming pride and excitement,crumples to confusion and sadness. Oh, god. What have I done? I can't look at the betrayal in his features. It makes it harder to breathe, like the knowledge that I put such sadness there is tightening my dress itself. I feel faint and, as a medic, I know that unless I focus on my breathing I could very likely pass out. But even with this knowledge I can't get his dejected expression out of my mind.
I can't believe I'm actually relieved when Sasuke materializes by my side and tells Naruto to go away.
"Sakura-chan, you can't actually be serious about this douche-"
"Walk away, 7," Sasuke cuts through his sentence, "you're out of your league here."
I want to tell Sasuke to not be so harsh but stars are clouding my vision. Oh Gods, please no. I turn away from Naruto and bury my face into Sasuke's warm, solid sleeve. Just breathe, Haruno. If you faint now everyone will think you're a weak little girl who can't handle any sort of drama. You're not weak. You are strong. You may not have earned that 12, but dammit you will act like you did. I'm vaguely aware of the beginning Capitol anthem playing onstage. We'll be going on soon.
"Sakura, please look at me and tell me you want this," I hear Naruto say, but it sounds muffled and distant, like I'm underwater.
"Does it look like she's unsure of her decision?" Sasuke growls and the arm that I was resting on is suddenly pulled out from under me and wrapped around my petite frame. He pulls me toward him and I focus on calming down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Panicking is just going to make it worse.
"Sakura?" It's just a single word but it holds the heartbreak of a thousand. I know what I have to do. I steady myself long enough to look at him in the eyes and say:
"I want to ally with Sasuke-kun. I choose him." I try to stand my ground as he looks from Sasuke to me in disbelief. Eventually he backs down. I want to cry as he walks away, shoulders slumped in defeat. How could I do that to him? All he wanted to do was be nice to me and ally with me, and I did nothing but smash his dreams.
"Alright everyone, get into your line, first sector to twelfth sector, boy to girl!" An official looking woman barks at us and Sasuke gently leads me toward the line. Tenten, directly in front of me, looks back with confusion in her eyes, motioning her head towards her sad partner. She has asks a question with her eyes: "what's wrong with him?"
I smile in regret and shrug. She seems to connect two and two and her eyes light up in recognition and she glances behind me to Sasuke. "You're not in the right position," she says, all emotion drained from her voice. She recognizes me as no longer an ally, but as just another tribute whom she'll have to kill. Jiraiya Gamma is finishing up his annual introduction to the games and it's only seconds before we have to go on.
Sasuke pushes in front of me and I can tell he's glaring down at her. This is really the last thing we need before we interview.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR YOUR SECOND QUARTER QUELL ALL SHINOBI ELITE GROUP OF TRIBUTES!" Gamma roars and the woman with the clipboard sends us forward and onto the stage. The lights are hot and blinding against my face and I'm suddenly reminded just of how many people will be watching. Not only the gamemakers and the Capitol, but also my family and friends. Remembering, I flip on my ANBU switch and plaster what I hope is a dazzling smile on my face as I follow Sasuke toward the edge of the stage and up some stairs to our seats. I thankfully make it up to my seat without fainting or tripping on my ridiculous heels and I try to sit down in a way that says "I'm not about to faint at all, in fact I do this every day. I love interviews. I love the Capitol. I love the people."
A few people scream my name from down front and I look down and blow a kiss and wave as if I can see them, when actually the lights are so bright and the stage is so high I can't see anything but a mass of black. I think back to Tsunade telling me she'll be in the front row and to just look for her. Were the lights dimmer back when she was a tribute, or was she drunk when she told me to look for her? As the tributes cross to take their seats the Capitol audience goes absolutely wild. They're screaming and crying and clapping and calling our names. The crowds are muted on the televisions back home, but now that I'm here I realize just how ear-shatteringly loud they are.
Hopefully the quick movement of my lungs looks like it's the result of excitement and adrenaline, because I'm honestly just working overtime to get my recommended dosage of oxygen. Dammit Anko. Dammit Tsunade.
Dammit.
I smile and wave to one of the only cameras I can see.
Dammit.
Once we're all seated Jiraiya reminds us all that we only have three minutes for each tribute due to the sheer number of us. "You'd be up all night if they were any longer," Jiraiya tells the audience, but snaps a smile into place, "Or would you even mind that?"
The crowd roars "NO!" and he chuckles good naturedly.
"Alright, alright everyone, settle down now," Gamma says, holding his hands out like a conductor, and amazingly, the crowd does quiet down. "First up, we have Neji Hyuga, from Sector 1."
The audience claps and screams as Neji cooly strides up to the seat across from Gamma. He got an 11, so he's bound to get some attention. It's so surreal to see the interviews unfold in real life. In the past I was either safe in the city square watching on the huge screen or watching at home. I was detached, and I honestly didn't really care. But now I have to care. Because unless I pay attention I could miss something vital that might save my life.
He's wearing a beautiful, tradition yukata made of silk to represent his district's wealth and class. That coupled with the fact that his long hair falls in shiny tresses down his shoulders makes me jealous. He almost looks more beautiful than I do.
The angle he's going for is obviously a protective angle. Apparently his one duty is to die so that "Hinata-sama" may live and take her place as the head of their clan. The audience just loves his noble sacrifice and they "aww" at all the right times. He ends with a very hard statement of promising to destroy anyone who comes close to Hinata or him.
Next up is the Hyuga heir herself. She's dressed almost identically to her relative, the main difference between them is her plump bosom and her petite stature. Her voice is very light and rings like a bell through the building, the audience listens to her, hushed in adoration. Jiraiya Gamma does a very good job bringing her out of her shell and asking her questions that will make her talk.
"8 is a pretty good score," he says, smiling at her and taking her hand, "are you proud of it?"
She blushes at the compliment and looks toward her cousin in his seat. She turns back to Jiraiya and smiles. The audience's breath leaves them. I know the feeling.
"I am, although it's nothing compared to Nii-san's score," she smiles brightly, "he's so strong, and I know he'll do everything he can to protect me so that our clan may live on with honor." Her time is up and the audience claps and cheers and awws at her.
It's Naruto's turn and I'm surprised to see him bounce joyfully up to the seat and land in it, causing it to twirl. He doesn't look crushed or sad or confused. In fact, he looks like he couldn't be having a better time. His legs stick out hyper actively as he twirls and he almost kicks Gamma in the head, who ducks his bushy, white head in time. The audience hollars and whoops, they love it. They love him. He grins at them and I had forgotten just how charming he could be. His tuxedo is wired in a very similar way as his chariot costume, although there are less twinkling lights, they're still there. "Alright," Jiraiya laughs, holding up his hands. Naruto's chair settles into position and squeaks loudly as it does so.
They both pause and look down at Naruto's chair in fake concern and surprise. The blonde looks at the host and Jiraiya grins at him and Naruto jerks his seat a little more, causing it to squeak again. Jiraiya does the same with his chair. They take turns squeaking, trying to be louder than the other. It's like a chair squeak off. The audience roars with laughter. Eventually they both chuckle good naturedly and Naruto leans back and rests his ankle on his knee.
"You win, you're better at that than me," Naruto says.
Jiraiya claps him on the shoulder, looks at the camera and says:
"I've had more practice."
He throws his head back and laughs. It takes awhile for the audience's booming laughter to calm down. I'm envious at the attention he's getting. Everyone loves a funny guy.
"Anyway," he smiles and also leans back into casual mode, mirroring Naruto's posture, "what's your favorite part of being in the Capitol?"
Naruto looks at him in confusion, "You mean besides having all of the ramen I can eat?"
"Yes, besides that," Jiraiya grins and the audience chuckles, right on cue.
"Probably all of the beautiful women," he looks out into the sea of Capitol people and purrs. The girls squeal and scream, just like they would with Sasuke. I grin wryly. He knows what he's doing.
"Yes, our Capitol women can be quite ravenous," Gamma says and winks into the audience. Women scream and shout his name. I've heard rumors about his extremely active bedroom life, which surprises me, because isn't he like, almost 60 years old? "You also have quite a crop of female tributes this year," he says and turns his attention down our row. I hear Ino and her allies giggle and I blow a kiss to Jiraiya. Hinata, slower on the take up than the rest of us, blushes and smiles timidly down at her hands. I'm sure the cameras are eating this up.
"Any catch your eye?" He asks Naruto and I mask my irritation at being seen as an object that is to be drooled at through a window instead of as a capable shinobi.
"Actually, one caught more than my eye," he says quietly and the audience grows hushed. Naruto looks in the air, thoughtful and sad, a jarring difference between his originally happy-go-lucky attitude. Everyone clings to each and every one of his words. "She caught my heart." My mouth would be dropping open if it weren't for my ANBU switch holding it clamped shut. Is he talking about me? He must be talking about me. He wouldn't actually say that to the whole nation though, would he?
Jiraiya looks at him in concern and puts a hand on his knee, "Who?"
"Well, she's beautiful and strong," he says and I try not to let my face burn. I look away from the stage and focus on breathing, even though it's painful. "She has pink hair." I can practically feel everyone turn to me in shock. Shit.
"And she's chosen to ally with another boy," he finishes sadly and the crowd awws in sadness. What is he doing?! Does he want to make the whole world hate me?!
Is… is this payback for what I've done? Was Sasuke right when he told me he was out to get me?
"I'm sorry to hear that," Jiraiya says, looking forlorn and every bit the part of the sad host.
"I just want to keep her safe," he continues and I can feel every camera zoomed in on my face. I'm sure my face is the color of my hair and I try to hide it by looking down at my fidgeting hands. "I don't trust who she's allied with. He doesn't care about her."
I can feel Sasuke stiffen beside me. I see his hands clench into fists from the corner of my eyes.
"He doesn't love her…" Naruto pauses and looks up at me, "Not like I do." He finishes and I look up at him in surprise. Love? Did he just say he loved me? Our eyes meet and everything else becomes a blur. I furrow my eyebrows and send him a question through my eyes, what are you saying? You met me four days ago you idiot!
"You love her?" Jiraiya asks quietly and the only sound in the large auditorium is a slight cough from one of the audience members, which someone promptly shushes.
"I love her," he says without taking his eyes off of me. I'm lost somewhere between being angry and annoyed with him for using me to get more attention, and wondering secretly what it means if he isn't. He doesn't look like he's lying, that's for sure.
"I'm very sad to hear that, I wish you good luck," Gamma says softly and shakes his crowd goes wild as naruto walks slowly off stage, head slightly bowed.
Two star crossed lovers; not only crossed in the stars by being put here in these games where only one comes out, but also crossed in my decision to ally with Sasuke. That's unheard of. I hear some of the audience members actually crying in between the screaming and clapping.
Tenten goes up next and I feel sorry for her. How is she going to compete with that interview? How is anyone going to compete with that interview? I can still feel several cameras pointed my way and I try to look very calm and very interested in Ten's interview. Thankfully if I place both hands down on my side and straighten my spine, it's easier to breathe.
I decide vaguely that Tenten's angle is a tomboy who's not afraid of anything and will kick your ass, which clashes very starkly with her short, poofy, sparkling dress. I feel bad for not paying any more attention, but how can I after what Naruto did. I still haven't decided if he actually meant what he said or if he's just playing the game exceedingly well.
Tenten's interview is over in no time and it's Sasuke's turn. The building is filled with female screams, cries and whistles. I don't blame them. He looks mouth wateringly handsome. I kissed him, I think and blush. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
"Welcome, welcome, Sasuke," Jiraiya says and shakes his hand and motions for him to sit. A girl down in front screams "I LOVE YOU SASUKE-KUN!" Jiraiya feigns surprise and says "and welcome from that girl, too."
The audience laughs and they get down to business. He asks Sasuke general questions about the Capitol and his score and life back home. Sasuke may not have the charisma Naruto had, but he definitely has the confidence. His smile doesn't grow any wider than a slight turn of his lip, which drives the ladies mad. I'm certainly no exception.
"I think the real question on everyone's mind," he says after the general questions are brushed aside. "Do you have any idea what sort of lucky man could have captured Sakura's affections before our friend Naruto could?" I flush with anticipation, making a conscious effort to keep breathing.
Sasuke grins and closes his eyes, pausing for dramatic effect. "It's me."
The crowd gasps and the females scream in distress, their Sasuke-kun suddenly and abruptly stolen away from them. Despite my elation at our alliance being made public, I can't help but notice how this will also hurt whatever reputation I have left after breaking Naruto's heart. Just what I need.
"Wow, what an unexpected development," Jiraiya says and I want to roll my eyes. Of course people must have known. Who else would I have been 'stolen away' by? "How do you feel about the claims that you don't love her?" He continues.
"Well, let's just say I know who I'm going to kill first," Sasuke rolls off and the crowd cheers. While I'm horrified, they're elated. I can't believe how blood thirsty they are.
"And how would you say you feel about Sakura-chan?" Gamma asks, and the crowd goes shockingly quiet. For the first time since Sasuke walked on stage, not a single girl is screaming.
"She's mine," he says, "and I will kill anyone who tries to get in my way." His threat echoes through the building and he turns slowly to glare at Naruto, who just glares right back. I want to crawl in between the seat cushions. I can't believe they're doing this.
"Don't trust him, don't form an alliance with him. Don't form an alliance with anyone." Tsunade's words come back to me and I desperately wish I had listened to her. I wish I had just kept my mouth shut and my eyes down. Also maybe I should have just intentionally gotten a lower score to fit in. I suspect that at least a few of my fellow tributes have done so to lower everyone's guard. I'd certainly rather slip into the pool of tributes as just another average score than have to deal with this. I could have had far less of a chance of being specifically targeted if I hadn't registered myself as a threat.
Targeted by tributes like Gaara, I think and swallow. I still can't look at him without seeing the deformed, demon like version of his face that appeared in my nightmare. That feels like months ago, when in reality it's only been a couple of days.
"And I would certainly hate to get in your way," Jiraiya says and looks my way with raised eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Sakura-chan, dear, it never would have worked out between us." He winks at me and my skin crawls. It takes a valiant effort to play along and tilt my head, smiling sadly. I get this is all a game, but I still can't help but be irritated at the idea of him insinuating there could ever be something between us in the first place. The old creep.
The audience guffaws and hoots and I can't help imagining them as a crowd of loathsome animals.
But despite hating them all and wishing they were the ones fighting to the death, it's my turn and I know I have to give them a good show. As my name is called I walk across the stage carefully and put on my best smile. I pray that these heels won't decide to slip out from underneath me. Even as I'm walking, I feel every single person watching me. Judging me. Deciding if I'm worthy of my 12 or Naruto and Sasuke's affections.
Like a reverse circus. I'm walking a tightrope for a bunch of baboons.
Hi! Here's another chapter. ONE CHAPTER CLOSER TO FIGHTING! Exciting, isn't it?
Also 50% fans please don't feel like I'm abandoning that fic, or you. I wouldn't dream of that. It's just that right now I'm at a weird part in my life and my outlook on life doesn't correlate well with cancer patients. Sad. So sad. Depressing. It's hard to write. While that fic is sad and fluffy and tear-jerking this fic is FAST and INTENSE AND SCARY AND BLOODY! Yeah I guess that's just what I need to write about write now? u know i have no idea. Just ignore me.
Question time!
"Sakura who do you love Naruto or Sasuke and how did you feel when he kissed you in this chapter?" -Mr Grimjaw
"E-eh?! Love?! Who said anything about love- okay so maybe I might have doodled in my diary all of those years that I loved Sasuke, but I was just being dumb- I don't know how you can be asking questions like that right before I'm about to fight to the death!" - Sakura (clearly avoiding the second part of the question.)