My Heart's Pulse
Part Two - Scene Six
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt.
I swore my ears decived me, but I thought I just heard him laugh!
"What's so funny?" I asked the Uchiha. His face began to turn a little red from the long and melodic chuckle. "No, seriously, Sasuke!"
He stopped laughing an became serious, "Wait, were you austere?" I nodded and he gave me a deadpanned look, "Sakura... I've only been alive once, like you." What the hell! He just said I wasn't from this century! Is he having a mental breakdown?! Or was he just playing his part?
"What? What are you talking about! I practically just spilled my soul to you and I get a laugh as if it's a joke?" My jaw hung in the air. Was he seriously laughing at me? I tried to move my jaw and explain more about the subject, but no words formed in my throat. Or that's just where the words died.
I could've broke a window with the next look Sasuke gave me. It was skeptical and was disbelieving. "Sakura. You can't be serious... This, it doesn't seem right. I mean I feel tied to you, yes. But how can you truly believe such things?"
"How can you not? I mean this could be a possible explanation for what you 'feel'!" I insisted, not letting this theory die.
"...You're kidding," He mumured, his gaze returning to the ground of my office. So that's how it was going to be huh?
Well then, I wasn't going to argue and become childish about it. "Get out," I whispered, trying to expose the fake hatred. Suddenly I felt his eyes gazing at me with a thick glaze of confusion.
"Sakura...," He couldn't finish, I wouldn't let him.
"No! I don't care! Just leave, please!" I shouted, throwing my hands over my ears; that were already covered with my thin, light pink hair. I tightly and firmly held my eyes closed, not wanting to see his hurt, confused, or pleading look. Why? Because it might've been the last look I would ever see of him -- and I did not want to have that as a rememberance. Who would? You'd have to be overly sadistic for somthing like that...
"Fine." Was his last words before he was gone. There wasn't even a loud slam of the door. I had figured he had used the same jutsu as myself, except he transported to his estate. The Uchiha Compound. My used-to-be home, which is now home to him and a ton of dust and cobwebs.
Cobwebs was a simple anlaogy for Sasuke from my eyes now. Himself and everything he was had become had become a distant memory -- until today of course. He had just been another closed door for me; actually, he had closed on me.
Dust was also another thing that was listed under my mind's category for Sasuke. Dust had filled parts of his place in my memory. Parts that used to be very precious to me. But now they were empty caves, that had seemed to be unoccupied for several years.
He shouldn't of left. It costed him more than it would have if he had stayed here, in Konohagakure.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I hastily wiped the silver drops that fell from my emerald orbs and returned to my work.
No one knew he was back. Just me, the Anbu Black OPS, Tsunade-sama, and himself. Not even his best friend was allowed to know Sasuke Uchiha still existed. It was rather sad actually. I felt pathetic, I had cried and become sort of a zombie when he left, but now all I wanted was for him to leave. If it weren't for the Hokage I wouldn't have to know either... Damn it all!
The pain that had suprisingly vanished one and a half years ago, had returned with a spiteful revenge in plan. There seemed to be a black hole growing in my chest, where my heart should be. It had been a wound that had slowly stitched itself closed. It had become whole again... But today, the challenging-death cut had left me in a horrid condition; one of which I could only hope no one recognized.
The cut. The bruise. The wound. The pain. Was never gone, it merely drifted into the back of every other feeling, I mentally realized. Everything else that had occured... Every other feeling. It was only to cover up the pain that overwhelmed my entire being. Everything, was a lie.
Ever since Sasuke had been gone, unavailable, "dead", etc. my inner hadn't been commenting, probably just off sulking somewhere. I grimaced, waiting for her to babble about Sasuke's back! And blah blah blah... But she didn't. Suprisingly. Maybe she was just as torn and broken as me, but I'd never know, not unless she told me. She has a tendency to speak of herself often.
Once I got home, after working my extremely long shift at the hospital, I stood by the phone. Four new messages. I debated on whether or not to listen to them or to simply delete them all now -- Yes, that means not listening to any of them. While deliberating, my hand - which seemed to have another mind - pressed the "Listen" button on the machine. Well I guess that's settled.
Message One: From 555-345-6789
"Hey Sakura! It's Naruto, uh... Heh heh, I don't know why I called you. Sorry. I guess I'm just drunk or something!" In the background you can hear Hinata scolding him for such a terrible analogy. "Sorry, Hinata-chan! Heh heh, anyways, just give me a call back when you get in! Bye!"
I smiled, Naruto was so randomly magnificent. I loved when anyone called for no reason, especially him. I think it's because he can always make me smile, no matter what we talk about.
Message Two: From 555-123-9887
"Hello S-sakura. It's u-um Hinata... I w-was just calling t-to inform you t-that Naruto-kun and I-I are h-having a BBQ n-next week o-on Saturday. P-please call b-back, thanks." Beep!!
Ah, Hinata. She was so sweet and still had a bit of her stuttering problem. It ws good to realize that some things never change... Sometimes.
Message Three: From 555-234-6000
"Yo, Sakura! It's Tenten, you know, Neji's - Hinata's cousin - fiancee. I just wanted to remind you about our wedding in three weeks. I'll be mailing you the details to you. I bet you'll get it in the mail either Thursday or Friday. Please RSVP once you get the envelope. Thanks! Peace out!"
I laughed a little, Tenten was so funny. She had become one of my best friends, along with Hinata. I sighed, Tenten actually got to get married...I blew a strand out of my face. At least got a fairytale ending.
Message Four: From Unknown Number!
"... What the hell? Is this thing on?" Oh my Kami. Sasuke was calling me? Since when did this happen? And it seems he tried to call when he was in Otogakure... "Okay I guess it is. Um, Sakura... I'm sure you've already figured out who this is, so I'm not going to say it. Anyways, I just... I don't even know why I called. -sigh- Well I've been thinking about -- Nevermind. Just don't listen to this message, okay?" Beep.
Well, that was compelling... He never did know what to say. And it seemed that even then he didn't.
My finger unconciously hit the "Save" button after his message. My nerves were beginning to kill me. I didn't need to save his message. Although something inside me told me I wanted to.
My eyes drew themselves towards the silver, glinting ring that was secured around my second to last finger on my left hand. I can't believe I explained myself to him... I didn't even know why. I moved my left hand and pressed it to the darkening hole, which was now my new heart. The pain was agonizing, aching, and arduous, yet I still wanted experience, savor, and hold it. Oddly enough, I felt like I wanted and needed this. I didn't understand why, but I did. It felt like a drug, something people had made themselves believe they needed.
Sasuke was my drug and I was his user. Simple as that -- though I'd never admit it.
I had gotten a chance to call everyone - except Sasuke - back. I RSVP'ed for Tenten and Neji's wedding and talked to Hinata about hers and Naruto's BBQ next week. Although I didn't get a chance to talk to Naruto about whatever it was he called for... He said it didn't matter anymore. But I knew differently, but I decided not to push him. He would tell me in due time.
When I went to sleep that night, I couldn't stop my memories from transforming into horrible nightmares. I tried to keep my memory vague, but it didn't work. They actually became more vivid to be honest. These dreams - these blood-filled and heart-tearing dreams - made me head swim. Was it possible to rid myself of these so-called "times of Fantasy?" Everything - including the people - felt surreal. As if there were actually there.
You're pathetic, just open your eyes and find something to occupy your mind as you stay up through the night, I sarcastically thought. I peeked through my crowd of light colored lashes to see the black that locked me into place. It was still nighttime. I sighed a breath of relief before fully opening my eyes and carefully sitting up. I ran my hand over my burning forehead. I was sporting a fever?
And to make the tension even worse, the phone rang. My phone rang.
A/n: Phew, I hoped you liked it! Thank you for reading and reviewing. Please review!
XOXO, F.F.E (a.k.a MyHauntedDestiny)