Her damaged flower
By, Walking Contradictor
Summary: S+S. She longed for death. For freedom. For reconciliation. Something he could not provide.
Pairing: S+S
Chapter 3: His disappearance
How much she longed to see him was indescribable. To see his smile, his face, his eyes. His warm eyes that she got lost in every so often.
Him.
"Kinomoto."
"………"
"Today is the day you start your first mission. Do it well. Return alive."
"Yes, sir."
"You'll be being observed by one of our top assassins today, so do your best."
"Yes, sir."
"Dismissed."
"Thank you, sir."
She walked out of the room, back straight, ignoring the catcalls from many of the male assassins, and the glares of the female assassins.
"Hello."
She looked up to the sound of the rich, smooth voice of a boy her age. He had chestnut brown hair and eyes the same color that cheerfully twinkled in her wake. She blushed and smiled shyly at him.
"Hi. My name's Sakura. Yours?"
"Sorry, it's confidential. Sakura, it's a beautiful name."
The man stared at the figure before him. A girl, nearly 12 years of age. Facing him. With a gun. In her hand. As she shot him in the neck. Letting him give a strangled yell, before he died from blood clots in his throat, causing him to choke and die.
She watched him die. Her emerald green eyes flashed with pity, before settling with an impassive look.
"Sayonara."
She glared at the man's still form, before looking up at the shadowed figure up at the roof, staring down at her.
"How did I do?"
"Wonderfully perfect, and I like the whole 'Sayonara' thing you got there. A plus!"
"…A plus?"
"Something wrong?"
"……A plus...I never expected an A plus!"
"……You did do a perfect job."
"…Ah. Thanks.
How naïve was she at the age of 12? Very.
Very naïve.
So stupid.
How could she think she made good friends with him?
When all he did was leave…
They were both 13, as a year flew by quickly. He smiled down at her. She cheerfully smiled back. They were at their favorite infamous park, lazing around under a large birch tree's comforting shade. What could ruin a picture perfect moment such as this?
A sleek black car with tinted windows that suddenly rolled down.
His smile vanished, and he grabbed Sakura's wrist and they both ran away. As they past an abandoned church, he shoved Sakura in there, and kept running.
"I'll come back for you, but just hide and be safe!"
And she watched, shaking with fear, at his running figure, car chasing after him. She couldn't see the scene, but, however, she could hear.
And she regretted listening.
Gunshots. Screeching tires. His screams. Laughing. Laughing.
A man's laughter.
And she watched the car drive away. As realization sunk in, she slowly walked towards the scene of crime, and all she saw was a puddle of blood.
His blood.
Such scarlet blood.
So then, after so many missions of assassinations, she quit. Retired. The news of her special someone dead.
Forever dead.
And she never knew his name. His confidential name.
TBC…
Lame chapter. n.n You gotta love them. XD Review and keep praying that I listen to music, which gives off inspiration!
-Walking Contradictor :D