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Chapter 14

What Hinata said about Neji….its not possible…we're friends, comrades….Sakura closed her eyes as the hot spray of the showerhead flowed over her body, washing away the dirt and the grime that clung to her hair and skin.

A fierce longing for Sasuke gripped her that moment, an ache so deep it was nearly physical. Sasuke, I miss you. I need you. Sakura slammed her fist into the cream tile, and opened her eyes to see red mingle in with the clear water. She had cut her hand on the tile when it broke, but she couldn't care.

It is only physical pain, what is that compared to losing Sasuke again? With a weary sigh, born of a soul who had seen too much, who had lost so much; she turned off the water and stepped out of shower. The mist the clung to the air, obscuring her features in the mirror.

As though in a trance, Sakura went through the motions of drying her body, unaware that she tracing the lines that Sasuke had made with his hands, their last time together. When she finally realized what she was doing, she gave a snarl of rage and wadded up the towel, throwing it into the corner.

Cursing herself and the world in general, Sakura padded silently to her bedroom where she threw on a sheer nightgown for the hell of it and fell into bed, emotionally exhausted. She prayed for a dreamless sleep, but it seemed that the gods had other intentions…..

Sakura knew she was dreaming. For one thing she was wearing a gown, and not just any gown. But a deep blue sleeveless gown that dipped low in the front to show the swell of her breasts, yet flowed down her legs in silken waves. Diaphanous white was overlaid on the blue, making it shimmer in the moonlight. Her hair was left completely down, save for a dark red rose intertwined with crystal beadwork down the left side of her face.

She felt…dainty, even elegant but she had never seen the dress she wore, or the hairpiece in her hair.

"You look beautiful, as I knew you would."

Sakura turned, the gown swirling around her ankles and saw Sasuke standing off in the distance. He was different as well. He no longer wore the all-black outfit he was so fond of, but an open-robed shirt made of the same deep blue as her gown and matching pants that flowed from hip to toe.

He held out his hand to her, and willingly she took it.

"Sasuke…I don't understand, what am I wearing?" she murmured softly as they seemed to be walking towards something undefined.

"That dress…..belonged to my mother when she married my father. You wear the colors of the Uchiha Clan, Sakura."

Even though Sakura knew this to be a dream, it still made her gasp in shock. "Then this gown….is a wedding dress?" she fingered the silk and gossamer, at a loss for words.

She looked up at the obsidian-eyed man, confusion warring with elation. "Sasuke….this is a dream, isn't it?"

"Does it matter?" he murmured, "We're together….I'll never let you leave me, you should know that by now." His hand lifted to her face and she closed her eyes, knowing he would kiss her, wanting his touch.

The kiss was as drugging as it was in reality; she clung to him, melting into his arms. A long moment passed before he released her eyes dazed and clouded but her mouth curved up into a winsome smile. "Sasuke-I…" she began, but the look in his eyes stopped her.

The air was suddenly very cold, and Sakura shivered. "I'm coming for you, Sakura." He told her with an air of finality to it.

Sakura shook her head in denial. "No, I told you to stay away from Konoha! They'll kill you if you come back to Leaf!"

But his form was already fading away. Sakura reached out to grasp his hand, but all she grasped was air. "Sasuke! Stay away, please, I don't want you to die!" she called out desperately to him.

Dark laughter reached her ear.

"I'm coming, Sakura. Wait for me."

"Sasuke!"

Sakura woke up with a startle jolt, her breath coming out in gasps. She curled her knees up to her chest. "A dream…only a dream…" she repeated these words over and over again.

Her fingers touched her lips, feeling swollen. So then, why do my lips still feel his touch…?

She couldn't get over the dream, especially the gown she wore. His mother's wedding dress; she blushed at the thought of Sasuke wanting to marry her. But then shook her head at the absurd idea. "He hasn't even told you he loves you." She whispered to herself. With a sigh she looked out the window and saw with some surprise that it was nearly dawn.

So why then, did it feel like she had only laid down a moment ago?