Chapter four: Pensive Sakura
Legalities: I own nothing. I only own this particular story, none of it's many parellels. I did not create this characters, though I may have added to them. I do not own them either. I've only borrowed them, and set up an original story around them. Don't take away my house.. I need it to create these. Hn.. I hope that doesn't have an adverse affect. -suspicion-
Author's notes: Thanks for the reviews.. up to seven huh? I'll make a request myself.. more informative reviews.. I wanna know if there's anything you think I should add. I also want a negative review. Someone flame me.. I'll like it. -cough- -plead- -cough-
Warnings: inflamation of the brain is likely, reading below this line is an agreement that I am not responsible for your physical rehabilitation, psychological damage, or any negative affect on your person. (I alone determine the definition of "negative affect". This could probably pass as an.. oh.. k+ chapter)
An artistic period of Sakura's life swept into her home and her mind with dangerous complexity. Symphonies, dwindling down to three note melodies, gently destroyed themselves. It was all up there, inside her head. Wistfull eyes leapt out of the window, swooning at thedelicaterainstorm. Crumpled peices of paper littered the floor beneath her thing legs, which were uncrossed in a devistated manner.
One read: "With gray intensity, my shattered monotony, I long to see, the end of thee.. or three.. chi.. me.. ki.. li.. ah yes.. graaaaaay." Essentially, her writing was laughable drivel, but she had discovered a knack for wallowing in self-pity. Her limbs were falsely heavy, and bizarre wailing echoed through the unlit rooms. She had already moved past pathetic tears, and red, swollen, and glistening faces. Her starkly pink hair was limp around her shoulders, and she would occasionally pause to eat.
"Hah.. even I'm bright enough to realize this is stupid." She also realized that this wasn't much of an epiphany. She had actually done all of this, in the grand scheme of things, for fun. Well, she had, oddly enough, had fun. She was now bored with it all. She scooped the sad 'verbal doodles' into the trash, and stepped outside. "I've gotta be serious about something." The fact that she realized it was all fake spoiled it for her. She was distracting herself from the pain by trying to prove she had some sort of depth to her.
"Sasuke is such an ass," she mumbled. With an afterthought she added, "and Gaara has a great ass." Tasty images followed, and played out in a lavished daydream. With this, her own words (and imagination), she exploded.
"MAKE IT STOP! STRIKE ME DOWN! END MY PERSONALITY! SOMEBODY MEDICATE ME!"
Somewhere, she was sure, Sasuke had doubled over.
Angry pink hair twirled sharply around her small shoulders. Alarmed villagers scuttled away to do their daily business at a faster rate, prefferably inside. Sakura's wave of embarrasment finshed her resolve. She dropped to the ground, and flailed wildly.
When she was out of breath, she felt surprising better. Beating herself up was a grand idea. "I need to remember that," she said panting. All of the things she had blamed on herself eased. "Uh.. better not mention this to anyone. I might start a new sort of self-abuse."
Afterthought: This is a dumbteaser of a chapter. Let the hating begin. (yes, it is shamefully short. Other things are brewing, I assure you.)