yurimi-neko - I'm in grade eight now at Winston Churchill in Chatham..... Why??
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It was a simple solution, Sasuke thought. He would let his brother win. He carried the blood of his brother forever and the 'only way' to escape was to kill another in their binding. But loss was another matter. In recent days Sasuke had ran over his mind times over about his ambition to kill his brother. It would solve nothing. He would still take the blood in of a murderer and that was something Sasuke was to avoid at all times. It was in the late hours of the night, or more rather, the early hours of the morning that Sasuke's plan had unfolded beautifully in his mind. He had not been in a drunken stupor like others who had chosen the same fate. And here he sat in his home, with the door unlocked, the bloodstains on his carpet flashing through his mind, even though they were not there.
Not yet.
Here he sat, his kunai in hand. The one she had given him, the one, the pink-haired, green eyed one of angelic ere. The shards flying out from her anger that he had left her in. Maybe that would ease her pain, or maybe it would ease his. The argument. All this, he deducted, was to save her in the long run. She had told him many times over that living to kill was not a life at all. So he was fullfilling her wish, and he was saving her from the ever treacherous Manifest Destiny of death. To love was murder. To love her was more than murder. It was the fatal blow to his repentful soul which was to burn. But she would return home. She was to go to heaven and life her afterlife in love of someone deserving. Not a murderer.
And as Sasuke dragged that blade acrossed his wrist, he smiled. He was so clever to save her. For he already loved her, and to love... to love was murder.....The door opened and Sasuke looked over, Smiling.. a mixture of pain, happiness, confusion, and greatfulness mixing in his eyes, swirling around witht he obvious love of the person who entered to see his blood dripping. As he blacked out slowly, his vision faded, He saw her run over to him.
Sakura had woken in the morning with her lamp still on and her scrapbook still clutched in her arms. Her blankets were unsettled and the window shutters were open just enough to blind her as she attempted to open her eyes to a new day. She felt it right away, the emptiness that was her life, the coldness that was not caused by the late month of December. The jealousy of all those who could enjoy their Christmas this year. She stumbled out of her bed and brushed out her hair, her teeth and calmed her appearance. She covered up her puffy eyes with makeup and smoothed out her clothes. She checked herself times over in the mirror, and although she looked as if nothing was wrong, she still felt it deeply. And something else picked at her too, something that hadn't been there the night before.
Although it was only 8:30, Sakura headed out to the bridge, wrapping herself in her coat tightly. Her frozen breath had come out in clouds and she ran vehemently down the steps, rushing to the shelter of the forest where the wind could not attack her soul like this.
It was so cold... It was so far yet to the bridge and Sakura only wished she could arrive there. She saw a few of her old friends from the Academy in the marketplace, but she did not stop. She was rushing, despite her early departure. Sakura only stopped when something moved in the corner of her eye, just off the path, in the beginnings of the forest. It was a little black bird, his feathers ruffled. A yearling sparrow, Sakura recalled. She turned slowly and picked the bird up, despite it's screams. She wrapped it in her coat, sharing a little bit of her limited warmth. She gazed down on it.
"A bird, this late in winter..." she mumbled to herself, the bird blinking sowly as her breathy cloud surrdounded it in more warmth. It cooed thankfully and nestled itself further into her jacket, taking advantage of the fleece inside. Sakura smiled, her depression slowly leaking away as her maternal instinct kicked in. She continued walking with the bird, forgetting the cold as she went. Sakura slowed down subconciosly, coming to a full stop again to look down at the bird. The wind blew through her hair and she turned to look at her surroundings.
She was at Sasuke's house. Staring for a moment at the door, she realized it was open. Just a crack, but enough for her to notice. She slowly turned and walked up the front steps, stopping on the top level when she heard the board beneath her squeak. She was about to call out, but decided otherwise, and walked in. Immediately she wished she hadn't.
Sasuke turned to her, smiling. His beautiful smile was ruined by the horrible ugliness of the situation, the pain in his eyes. It was the first time Sakura had seen him smile, and she regretted ever wanting to because her wish had come true. She flew to him in a flash, and the bird shrieked as it flew up to the rafters, tweeting down at her. Sakura grabbed his wrist, which was bleeding profusely as he kneeled on the ground. He went limp, His eyes still showing emotion as he passed out. The bird fluttered around above them, screaming in it's own language. Maybe for help, maybe in anger, maybe in sadness... Sakura would never know.
All she remembered was herself crying as she shrieked and shook her friend's limp body.
"SASUKEEE-KUN!" She coughed out, sputtering and shaking as she tried to pick him up and failed. She couldn't, his dead weight was too much for her weak state. She yelled for him again, staring into his blank eyes for a sign of life. She stood up and ran to his phone, picking up the reciever shakily and dialing Kakashi's number. It was all she could remember.
"..mm... hewwo?" Kakashi sounded lethargic and half awake. Sakura didn't notice but instead screamed into the phone.
"Kakashi-sensei! It's Sasuke.. he's hurt... Get here NOW! He's hurt.. Hurry.. PLEASE hurry.." Sakura started crying uncontrollably and covered her mouth, leaning against the wall and sliding down, crying silently as she heard Kakashi jump out of bed and close the line. She still gripped onto the phone as Kakashi rushed in the open door, followed by the Third Hokage and some medical officials. The bird still tweeted up in the rafters and Kakashi rushed to Sakura as the others tended to Sasuke.
The man leaned down in front of her and grabbed the phone from her hand, placing it swiftly in it's place and picking Sakura up. Kakashi hugged her tightly, glancing back at Sasuke and the others in panic as Sakura gripped his shirt, sobbing. He opened his arms again and put his hands on her shoulders, looking straight into her red eyes.
"Sakura... are you okay?" His one visible eye was deeply swirling with shock and fear. Sakura nodded and pushed past him, rushing to Sasuke as they put him on a stretcher.
"He's alive." One of the medical workers said, before rushing out of the door and placing him in an ambulance. Sakura stood for a few moments as the Hokage looked back at her, and finally he closed the door. Sakura stopped sobbing after a few moments, and bent over to grab something she saw on the floor. She picked it up and instantly recognized it as the Kunai she had given Sasuke. She flipped it over and saw, on the bottom edge, the inscription that Sasuke had never read.
The words 'I love you' were clearly filled with the scarlet blood of Sasuke's wrist. She stared at it for a moment, and finally the tears started up again. Sakura looked up, wide-eyed, at her teacher standing acrossed the room. Kakashi took a step towards her And she dropped the kunai, her knees gave in. Kakashi ran to her and grabbed her before she hit the ground, picking her up to a stand and hugging her.
"It's going to be okay, he's alive, he'll be fine..." He comforted her carrying her over to the couch and sitting her down. SHe sat there for a long time, staring out the window, still crying silently.
"Why do you think he did it?" She asked, mumbling as she wrapped her arms around her knees.
"I honestly don't know." Kakashi said, his voice unrealistically calm. "Maybe he just needed a way out." Sakura turned to him, staring.
"A way out from what?"
"Himself."
When Sasuke woke up he was lying in a white hospital bed. His arm throbbed and he had a heavy, dizzy headache. He winced as he opened his eyes and glanced around the room, trying to remember what had happened. Sakura sat by the window, leaning against it and looking out, her back turned to him. Instantly, his brain filled with painful flashbacks. He remembered the piercing red of the blood on his knife, he remembered the shock on Sakura's face as she walked in, and most of all he remembered seeing her cry. He hadn't wanted to make her cry, not at all.
"Sakura." He mumbled, but the girl turned as if he had shouted.
"You're awake!" She tried to smile, but her red eyes gave away the pain he had put her through. Sakura rushed up to the chair beside him and sat down, her eyes brightening just by the awakening of him. "How are you feeling?"
Sasuke propped himself up with his one free arm and stared past her out the hospital window.
"A little sore." he was silent after this, they both were, but Sakura still smiled. It seemed she was scared to see him smile again, like he had when she'd walked in on him cutting his wrist... she shook her head and Sasuke focused in again on her.
"What is it?" He seemed to genuinely care- but he soon covered it up with a mask.
"Oh, it's nothing... just... remembering..." She took a deep breath and shot him another light smile. Sasuke found it harder now to mask his emotions. It took a lot of his thought now to keep a poker face when before it took only a corner of his 'secure' mind.
"Remembering 5 years ago?" He said, reading her thoughts.
"Yes... actually..." Sakura trailed off and began staring down at his hand, laying beside him, covered in bandages. She stared at it for a long time actually. Sasuke began to think. He was sick of it, really, hiding everything.
"What day is it?" Sasuke asked, and Sakura continued to look down at his hand. She closed her eyes, for a few moments longer than a blink, and then opened them, her eyes watering.
"Christmas Eve." There was silence. Sasuke had wasted another Christmas with his toiled up hatred and pain. His fingertips tingled with anger at himself and his brother. He had ruined it for Sakura this year too and it didn't matter if he forever held his damn brother's blood- so be him related to a murderer he would prove God wrong about him, he was better than Itachi.
Sasuke wanted to smile, but it was just as hard as holding it back. He didn't think he was ready. He reached over and grabbed Sakura's forearm, looking at her eyes as she glanced up at him.
"Don't waste your time here. I'll be fine. Just go have your Christmas with Kakashi and Naruto and your family." Sasuke watched as she stood hesitantly. By the door she turned, asking him with her eyes if he was really okay.
"I'll be FINE." He said, trying to smirk at her but only pushing out a grimace.
"Bye then." She said, her mood hanging heavy over him. He waved his hand, pushing her to go.
"Bye, Sakura--" His own thoughts stopped him, and his mouth hung open. Sakura stood but the door, waiting for him to finish. "Sakura-chan." She smiled brightly at him, reaching into her pocket and throwing a Christmas chocolate at him.
"Merry Christmas." Sakura closed the door quietly and stepped quietly down the dark hall. She waved goodbye to the nurse as she put on her coat and walked outside, watching her breath come out in puffs underneath the streetlight.
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Uh... nothing in particular to say about this chappie ^-^;; thanks for all the reviews... 'tis gonna turn more Xmasie next chap... so LOOK FORWARD TO IT O Sasuke may seem a little OOC though but most people do after attempting to kill themselves... Merry Birthday to me in 9 1/2 days... 25th here I come.. o_o
-Kounouri
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It was a simple solution, Sasuke thought. He would let his brother win. He carried the blood of his brother forever and the 'only way' to escape was to kill another in their binding. But loss was another matter. In recent days Sasuke had ran over his mind times over about his ambition to kill his brother. It would solve nothing. He would still take the blood in of a murderer and that was something Sasuke was to avoid at all times. It was in the late hours of the night, or more rather, the early hours of the morning that Sasuke's plan had unfolded beautifully in his mind. He had not been in a drunken stupor like others who had chosen the same fate. And here he sat in his home, with the door unlocked, the bloodstains on his carpet flashing through his mind, even though they were not there.
Not yet.
Here he sat, his kunai in hand. The one she had given him, the one, the pink-haired, green eyed one of angelic ere. The shards flying out from her anger that he had left her in. Maybe that would ease her pain, or maybe it would ease his. The argument. All this, he deducted, was to save her in the long run. She had told him many times over that living to kill was not a life at all. So he was fullfilling her wish, and he was saving her from the ever treacherous Manifest Destiny of death. To love was murder. To love her was more than murder. It was the fatal blow to his repentful soul which was to burn. But she would return home. She was to go to heaven and life her afterlife in love of someone deserving. Not a murderer.
And as Sasuke dragged that blade acrossed his wrist, he smiled. He was so clever to save her. For he already loved her, and to love... to love was murder.....The door opened and Sasuke looked over, Smiling.. a mixture of pain, happiness, confusion, and greatfulness mixing in his eyes, swirling around witht he obvious love of the person who entered to see his blood dripping. As he blacked out slowly, his vision faded, He saw her run over to him.
Sakura had woken in the morning with her lamp still on and her scrapbook still clutched in her arms. Her blankets were unsettled and the window shutters were open just enough to blind her as she attempted to open her eyes to a new day. She felt it right away, the emptiness that was her life, the coldness that was not caused by the late month of December. The jealousy of all those who could enjoy their Christmas this year. She stumbled out of her bed and brushed out her hair, her teeth and calmed her appearance. She covered up her puffy eyes with makeup and smoothed out her clothes. She checked herself times over in the mirror, and although she looked as if nothing was wrong, she still felt it deeply. And something else picked at her too, something that hadn't been there the night before.
Although it was only 8:30, Sakura headed out to the bridge, wrapping herself in her coat tightly. Her frozen breath had come out in clouds and she ran vehemently down the steps, rushing to the shelter of the forest where the wind could not attack her soul like this.
It was so cold... It was so far yet to the bridge and Sakura only wished she could arrive there. She saw a few of her old friends from the Academy in the marketplace, but she did not stop. She was rushing, despite her early departure. Sakura only stopped when something moved in the corner of her eye, just off the path, in the beginnings of the forest. It was a little black bird, his feathers ruffled. A yearling sparrow, Sakura recalled. She turned slowly and picked the bird up, despite it's screams. She wrapped it in her coat, sharing a little bit of her limited warmth. She gazed down on it.
"A bird, this late in winter..." she mumbled to herself, the bird blinking sowly as her breathy cloud surrdounded it in more warmth. It cooed thankfully and nestled itself further into her jacket, taking advantage of the fleece inside. Sakura smiled, her depression slowly leaking away as her maternal instinct kicked in. She continued walking with the bird, forgetting the cold as she went. Sakura slowed down subconciosly, coming to a full stop again to look down at the bird. The wind blew through her hair and she turned to look at her surroundings.
She was at Sasuke's house. Staring for a moment at the door, she realized it was open. Just a crack, but enough for her to notice. She slowly turned and walked up the front steps, stopping on the top level when she heard the board beneath her squeak. She was about to call out, but decided otherwise, and walked in. Immediately she wished she hadn't.
Sasuke turned to her, smiling. His beautiful smile was ruined by the horrible ugliness of the situation, the pain in his eyes. It was the first time Sakura had seen him smile, and she regretted ever wanting to because her wish had come true. She flew to him in a flash, and the bird shrieked as it flew up to the rafters, tweeting down at her. Sakura grabbed his wrist, which was bleeding profusely as he kneeled on the ground. He went limp, His eyes still showing emotion as he passed out. The bird fluttered around above them, screaming in it's own language. Maybe for help, maybe in anger, maybe in sadness... Sakura would never know.
All she remembered was herself crying as she shrieked and shook her friend's limp body.
"SASUKEEE-KUN!" She coughed out, sputtering and shaking as she tried to pick him up and failed. She couldn't, his dead weight was too much for her weak state. She yelled for him again, staring into his blank eyes for a sign of life. She stood up and ran to his phone, picking up the reciever shakily and dialing Kakashi's number. It was all she could remember.
"..mm... hewwo?" Kakashi sounded lethargic and half awake. Sakura didn't notice but instead screamed into the phone.
"Kakashi-sensei! It's Sasuke.. he's hurt... Get here NOW! He's hurt.. Hurry.. PLEASE hurry.." Sakura started crying uncontrollably and covered her mouth, leaning against the wall and sliding down, crying silently as she heard Kakashi jump out of bed and close the line. She still gripped onto the phone as Kakashi rushed in the open door, followed by the Third Hokage and some medical officials. The bird still tweeted up in the rafters and Kakashi rushed to Sakura as the others tended to Sasuke.
The man leaned down in front of her and grabbed the phone from her hand, placing it swiftly in it's place and picking Sakura up. Kakashi hugged her tightly, glancing back at Sasuke and the others in panic as Sakura gripped his shirt, sobbing. He opened his arms again and put his hands on her shoulders, looking straight into her red eyes.
"Sakura... are you okay?" His one visible eye was deeply swirling with shock and fear. Sakura nodded and pushed past him, rushing to Sasuke as they put him on a stretcher.
"He's alive." One of the medical workers said, before rushing out of the door and placing him in an ambulance. Sakura stood for a few moments as the Hokage looked back at her, and finally he closed the door. Sakura stopped sobbing after a few moments, and bent over to grab something she saw on the floor. She picked it up and instantly recognized it as the Kunai she had given Sasuke. She flipped it over and saw, on the bottom edge, the inscription that Sasuke had never read.
The words 'I love you' were clearly filled with the scarlet blood of Sasuke's wrist. She stared at it for a moment, and finally the tears started up again. Sakura looked up, wide-eyed, at her teacher standing acrossed the room. Kakashi took a step towards her And she dropped the kunai, her knees gave in. Kakashi ran to her and grabbed her before she hit the ground, picking her up to a stand and hugging her.
"It's going to be okay, he's alive, he'll be fine..." He comforted her carrying her over to the couch and sitting her down. SHe sat there for a long time, staring out the window, still crying silently.
"Why do you think he did it?" She asked, mumbling as she wrapped her arms around her knees.
"I honestly don't know." Kakashi said, his voice unrealistically calm. "Maybe he just needed a way out." Sakura turned to him, staring.
"A way out from what?"
"Himself."
When Sasuke woke up he was lying in a white hospital bed. His arm throbbed and he had a heavy, dizzy headache. He winced as he opened his eyes and glanced around the room, trying to remember what had happened. Sakura sat by the window, leaning against it and looking out, her back turned to him. Instantly, his brain filled with painful flashbacks. He remembered the piercing red of the blood on his knife, he remembered the shock on Sakura's face as she walked in, and most of all he remembered seeing her cry. He hadn't wanted to make her cry, not at all.
"Sakura." He mumbled, but the girl turned as if he had shouted.
"You're awake!" She tried to smile, but her red eyes gave away the pain he had put her through. Sakura rushed up to the chair beside him and sat down, her eyes brightening just by the awakening of him. "How are you feeling?"
Sasuke propped himself up with his one free arm and stared past her out the hospital window.
"A little sore." he was silent after this, they both were, but Sakura still smiled. It seemed she was scared to see him smile again, like he had when she'd walked in on him cutting his wrist... she shook her head and Sasuke focused in again on her.
"What is it?" He seemed to genuinely care- but he soon covered it up with a mask.
"Oh, it's nothing... just... remembering..." She took a deep breath and shot him another light smile. Sasuke found it harder now to mask his emotions. It took a lot of his thought now to keep a poker face when before it took only a corner of his 'secure' mind.
"Remembering 5 years ago?" He said, reading her thoughts.
"Yes... actually..." Sakura trailed off and began staring down at his hand, laying beside him, covered in bandages. She stared at it for a long time actually. Sasuke began to think. He was sick of it, really, hiding everything.
"What day is it?" Sasuke asked, and Sakura continued to look down at his hand. She closed her eyes, for a few moments longer than a blink, and then opened them, her eyes watering.
"Christmas Eve." There was silence. Sasuke had wasted another Christmas with his toiled up hatred and pain. His fingertips tingled with anger at himself and his brother. He had ruined it for Sakura this year too and it didn't matter if he forever held his damn brother's blood- so be him related to a murderer he would prove God wrong about him, he was better than Itachi.
Sasuke wanted to smile, but it was just as hard as holding it back. He didn't think he was ready. He reached over and grabbed Sakura's forearm, looking at her eyes as she glanced up at him.
"Don't waste your time here. I'll be fine. Just go have your Christmas with Kakashi and Naruto and your family." Sasuke watched as she stood hesitantly. By the door she turned, asking him with her eyes if he was really okay.
"I'll be FINE." He said, trying to smirk at her but only pushing out a grimace.
"Bye then." She said, her mood hanging heavy over him. He waved his hand, pushing her to go.
"Bye, Sakura--" His own thoughts stopped him, and his mouth hung open. Sakura stood but the door, waiting for him to finish. "Sakura-chan." She smiled brightly at him, reaching into her pocket and throwing a Christmas chocolate at him.
"Merry Christmas." Sakura closed the door quietly and stepped quietly down the dark hall. She waved goodbye to the nurse as she put on her coat and walked outside, watching her breath come out in puffs underneath the streetlight.
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Uh... nothing in particular to say about this chappie ^-^;; thanks for all the reviews... 'tis gonna turn more Xmasie next chap... so LOOK FORWARD TO IT O Sasuke may seem a little OOC though but most people do after attempting to kill themselves... Merry Birthday to me in 9 1/2 days... 25th here I come.. o_o
-Kounouri