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Chapter 3
Remorse
'Just get away from me!' her words echoed through the mind of Uchiha Sasuke as he watched her run away into the setting sun. Suddenly he felt really heavy in his chest. A weird emotion came over him. He hadn't felt this form of it for a long, long, time. Guilt.
When he had first felt guilt, it had been when his brother had killed his clan. At the same time he felt grief, pain, sadness, anger, hopelessness, the list could go on. But then he had let anger consume him and bring him into darkness.
But this kind of guilt felt like whenever he did something bad. Like when he had broke a vase that his mother loved. He was young and had cried all night because he knew his mother loved that vase and now it was gone. But now he had broken much more than a vase.
He had broken Sakura's heart. He had shattered the space that held all her love for him and team 7.
*flash back*
A very young Uchiha Sasuke stood over a broken vase that his mother loved. His mother used to love to put bright red flowers in it to match the rose design on the container. Now it was broken.
"I'm so sorry mommy!" he ran over and sobbed into his mother's chest.
"It's ok Sasu-chan, we'll fix it!" his mother got some glue out and started gluing pieces of the vase back together.
When they were done placing the pieces back together, they stepped back to see how it turned out. It looked horrible. In fact, if you hadn't worked on it, then you would find it very hard to believe that it had once been a very beautiful priceless vase.
"See, it looks just like how it used to be!" his mother exclaimed excitedly.
" . . . No it doesn't."
"Yes it does, or why would it look so pretty?" she asked him, frowning a bit.
Little Sasuke smiled. If his mother thought it was pretty, then it had to be pretty. He guessed that it turned out nice after all.
Then his father walked in. He looked around and scratched his head. "Hey, were did the vase go?"
*End of flashback*
Sasuke sighed. His mother had lied about her real feelings about the vase because she loved him. Sakura lied to him all the time so he would think differently about her. She did it because she loved him.
I shouldn't even be feeling this way. Sakura should have seen through our plan.
Then Sasuke stopped and thought. But she always puts her trust in us. She has always trusted me. She didn't think I would do something like that. Now that I have broken her trust, will she still like me?
Get a grip Sasuke! Why should I care if she likes me? So what if she doesn't trust me anymore? She can hate me for all I care.
But it is kinda nice . . . having someone by your side all the time.
Kakashi scratched his head. "Hmmm . . . maybe dropping her in the mud was a little too much." Then the ((hot and sexy ^.^)) teacher continued, "I think I will dismiss you all now. We had enough training for one day." Then he pulled out Make Out Paradise volume 2 and started walking away, reading it.
"Dang, how does he read that with only one eye?" Naruto asked, watching his sensei go.
"How can he even stand to read that shit in the first place?" Sasuke replied. He started walking away back to his house.
"Hey, wait up Sasuke!" Naruto called, trying to get Sasuke's attention.
Sasuke turned around with an annoyed look in his face. "What is it, Naruto?"
"Will you buy me some ramen?"
"Hell no."
"Please? I'm out of money and I really, really want some!" Naruto begged.
"Maybe if you didn't spend all your money on ramen, then you would have some money left," Sasuke growled.
Naruto stopped and closed his eyes. He crossed his arms and had a "you big jerk" look on his face.
They continued walked back into the village. There was a long awkward silence between. Or atleast to Naruto, he didn't know about Sasuke.
"Hey, Sasuke?" Naruto asked again.
"What is it now Naruto?" Sasuke asked, getting a little irritated.
"Can I ask you something personal?" Naruto asked. He looked around to see if anyone was listening.
"What do you want to ask me?"
"Do you like . . ." Sasuke inwardly grinned. He's probably going to ask me if I like Sakura. Heh heh heh, what a dobe . . .
". . . Dresses? I mean, Sakura likes to wear them all the time so they must be pretty comfortable."
"What the hell?! What kind of question is that?!" Sasuke spun around are stared at Naruto. Never in a million years would he have seen that coming.
"A personal one." Naruto said. "Aren't you listening?"
Naruto continued, "Anyway, dresses must be very comfy. And you wouldn't have to worry about your zipper getting stuck when you really, really, have to go to the potty! You could hide weapons under there too. And with dresses, you wouldn't need pockets because-"
"SHUT UP NARUTO!" Sasuke's eye twitched as unpleasant images of Naruto in a dress flouted through his mind. "Good god, I'm going to have nightmares for weeks!"
Naruto snickered. "What?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the boy.
"Heh heh heh, now I know your biggest fear Sasuke!" Naruto laughed and then his voice lowered to a whisper. "Your afraid of skirts, aren't you?"
Sasuke glared at him. "No, but the thought of you IN one scares me." Sasuke turned away, letting his friend think more of his transvestite-ish thoughts.
"Hey Sasuke . . ." Naruto started to say.
"If it has anything to do with dresses or ramen, I don't want to hear it" Sasuke said.
"You didn't really think the joke we played on Sakura was that funny, did you?"
Sasuke stopped walking. "Of coarse it was. I was laughing, wasn't I?!" he growled at Naruto, getting tired of answering his questions.
"Not for very long."
Sasuke said nothing.
Naruto continued. "And when you did laugh, it sounded like you weren't really having fun."
"So?"
Naruto grinned. "So . . . I think you have a crush on Sakura!"
"What? I do not."
"Yeah you do, or otherwise why would you take her out for ramen and smile at her while she's not looking?"
Sasuke stared at him in confusion. "That was you and Hinata, you dobe!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot," Naruto rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
Naruto remembered the first time he had bought her ramen. She blushed and smiled back at him with a beautiful smile that made his heart feel like it was melting. From then on, he looked at her whenever he had the chance and bought ramen if he could afford it. Actually, the only reason he asked Sasuke for ramen is so that he could split it with Hinata. His face reddened at the fond memories he had of her.
"We really hurt her Naruto . . ." Sasuke whispered.
Naruto looked back at Sasuke. "Huh?"
"We broke her heart. Did you see the way she looked at me? That is a look of pure hatred. I hope . . . I hope I never see her look that way at me again," Sasuke was still whispering. He wasn't really aware that he was saying those things. The events that had happened today played over again in his head.
Naruto noticed that Sasuke wasn't really "all there" and said nothing. He thought for a moment and then an idea hit him.
"You know what, Sasuke? You should write Sakura an apology. I think that would mean allot to her!" Naruto said with a hopeful smile.
"That is the stupidest idea I ever heard," Sasuke shot a hateful glance at Naruto, but inwardly, he didn't think it was that dumb of an idea.
"You want to clear your conscious, right? Just try it, for Sakura's and your sake!" They walked by his house. "Oh, here's my house, gotta go!" Naruto turned and walked into his house. Before he closed the door, he called out to Sasuke, "Remember! Write her a letter!"
Sasuke mumbled something Naruto couldn't hear and walked away. Sasuke walked home alone. He walked in and threw his ninja gear inside his room. He lied down on his bed and gazed up at the ceiling with furrowed eyebrows.
M-maybe Naruto is right. Maybe I should write Sakura a letter . . . Sasuke shook his head. No, I have never written sorry notes and I won't start now! Geesh, writing letters . . . what a stupid idea.
Sasuke looked over to his dresser. Over there was a pile of unused paper and a pencil. He sighed and picked them up. His pencil fumbled on the paper as he began to write.
Dear Sakura . . .
And he finished writing just before nightfall . . .
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Sooooo… watcha think? Will Sasuke actually send her the letter? Will Sakura ever forgive him? And where is Hinata? Read to find out on the next chapter: A Plan.