A/N: OoooooohWEEE! Crazay Awesome reviews guys. Muchas Gracias….wow…I never thought my story would get so many reviews, and be liked. And I didn't even think it was going to stretch out this long haha. What, 30 chapters? I can't even type that many words per minute. Kidding. But um yea I have a confession…I truly deeply, unconditionally, hypothetically love you all. Squeals.
Warnings: I have decided to temporarily discontinue my other story "Those Sharingan Eyes" so that I can solely focus on this one, thus making it much easier for me to finish this one and make each of the last chapters worthwhile! That also means that it is absolutely guaranteed (wow I feel smart) that each chapter will come out almost back to back, as in very soon after the next. HOORA.
This story is about to come to a closing very soon so I'm gonna go all out! Great Fans deserve the best! And I'll try my uber best to be the writer superman.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Naruto series...they would have much better openings and closings..the songs...ya know?
Planetarium by Ai Otsuka...officiallly Sasuke and Sakura's song...or one of them. And the song that you are going to play while reading this chapter, got it :) Go YouTube it!
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Behind The Smile:
Chapter 30: Constellation
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The rain was pouring mercilessly again, the darkness hiding it's presence, the earth beating to it's rhythm. The small river known to flow gently from the cabin was slightly rising, and proceeding at a much faster, uncontrolled pace. The dirt and soil of the earth once dry, caved in as it soaked and muddied, imprinting to each heavy raindrop.It seemed to have been raining for a day or so nonstop, and it would no doubt continue into the next day.
A cabin not to far away fought to stay standing as the flames inside flickered, focused to stay alit, the little droplets of rain soaking through the roof of the cabin. The lone raindrops dripping from the roof sizzled away, doing nothing to impede the lengths of the fire, flaring about its small foundation.
Little small pales of buckets were placed accordingly in other places where water continued to drip down, adding more sounds and beats to the quiet night, though almost drowned out by the pounding rain.
..ooo000ooo000ooo..
Emerald eyes slowly opened, fluttering a mere moment before fully opening to stare blankly at the ceiling above her. The patterns of the burning flames seemed to dance about the walls reflecting across her eyes as each seperate dying ember that sparked from the fire wrought its shadow across the wooden-tiled floor. Her dull eyes reflected no emotion, even as she had come to her senses, realized the warmth of the bed she was in.
The flames from the fire danced in the reflection of her eyes as her gaze transitioned in the direction of the fire, looking at what was past it, resting against a wall on the floor. And unreadable emotion flashed through her gaze, though it seemed to darken even more.
Uchiha Sasuke sat on the splintered wooden floor, his back leaning against the warped wall; one knee was bent up towards him, acting as a foundation for his arm to rest on, his other leg lay flat on the ground, outstretched to its full length. His head tilted back, and his eyes closed, he appeared to be sleeping; though, even from their distance it was clearly perceivable the taught lines etched in his face, signifying the pain he must have felt, even while in slumber.
She took a long moment to simply stare at him with her dull emerald orbs. Her gaze remained fixated on him as she pulled herself up into a sitting position; it was the chill that swept across her body, tingling her skin that transitioned her gaze to glance at her half-naked body, only her dampened under garments still clothed her. She seemed unaffected and uncaring. It was as if she was numb. It was her only defense, this indifference.
In her periphreal vision she caught sight of the clothing slightly hanging at the foot of the bed. They were easily named to be Sasuke's clothing, though she looked to him again, her eyes noticing the clean clothes he was adorned in. She continued to look at Sasuke for another prolonged moment of time, an unreadable expression crossing her face. It was almost abrupt, when she averted her away from him, as if the image burned her eyes.
He had put her in this bed, the one he was supposed to be in. He had restarted the fire, found them both some stored away clothes.Her eyes breifly twitched in accordance to the painful tug her heart felt. He had done all this for her.
Why?
Even as she changed into the presented clothes, her gaze had not left him, even as she raised the shirt over her head. Her emotionless facade in tact, she made her was towards the Uchiha. She gently folded her legs underneath her, balancing her weight on her heels as she lowered down next to Sasuke, moving herself as close as possible to his outstretched leg without touching. Their closer proximity was what allowed her to notice even more so how tense his body was, the deep lines etched in his face, the beads of perspiration dotting his forehead. The counterbalance to this was the normal color that had returned to him, his calm, regular breathing.
She herself wasn't even aware of the barely discernable sigh that had escaped her lips with her exhale as she almost effortlessly pushed herself up to her feet. She made her way across the small room to the even smaller bathroom. Where she had left them, the empty tub and accompanying rag rested in the sink. She reached her had to the nozzle, twisting it; simultaneously the sound of gushing water could be heard as it traveled up the old rusty pipes connected to it.
Not once did she look in the mirror in front of her while the tub filled.
..ooo000ooo000ooo..
She seemed to hesitate before reaching her hand out to touch Sasuke, however momentarily as she lifted the bangs from his forehead, using her other to bring up the rag, gently clearing the perspiration from his face. The rag was carelessly dropped into the tub before both her hands rested themselves on either side of his face. The bareley discernable blue chakra lightly emanated from her hands as she added little chakra, aid to her as she gently masaged the taught lines from his face.
It was then that emerald met deep obsidian.
She didn't fall back in surprise, her eyes didn't widen. She gazed back at him with the same blatant stare as he. And she was also the first to look away, letting her eyes rest on his the lines she continued to massage. She could still feel his eyes on her, and whether it bothered her or not, she didn't show. Whether her hands on his face bothered him or not, he didn't show. They didn't say a thing.
Even as the tension between them seemed to rise.
Her hands casually fell from his face when all the muscles in his face had slightly relaxed, though she knew it was more from his will of stoic expression, he suffered wounds, the pain would not go away until the source was removed.
Pain..and its source.
She looked away from him as she moved her hand to pick up the rag resting in the tub of water."How are you feeling?" Her tone was soft, yet noticeably emotionless. Again, unlike her. She did not look at him as she inquired, she concentrated her gaze on her hands as she wringed the rag out. His eyes never left her.
"Fine." His reply was flat. He said nothing else, and it seemed he had no intention to say more.
The likeliness of their situation left no doubt that he was possibly irritated. Nonetheless in pain as well; pain that might have actually been a dullance for him, a counterbalance to the thoughts running through him; he had just adandoned all of his life goals, all that he had sacrificed had been in vain. All the emotions he suffered, the anger, the years worth of suffering, they had not stopped. There was no chance he woulld simply forget it all. No chance he wouldn't continue to suffer.
"Can you take off your shirt? ..I need to check your wounds." She didn't look at him, again, as she said this. Her voice was calm, almost impassive, seemingly forced.
He made no movement.
It was what finally transitioned her gaze to his. And as if that was that he was waiting for, he proceeded to take of his shirt, all the while his gaze still fixated on her; if the movement hurt him, she wasn't able to tell with the graceful way he slid the shirt over his head. Her eyes breifly twitched as she saw his wounds, she let no emotion cross her face.
All varieties of cuts and scrapes adorned his upper body; the bandages that had been wrapped around his abdomen were completley soaked crimson red. There was no part of his chest that was normally shaded, there was the great discoloration bruises and wounds under the skin provided. She could see one of his broken ribs bendging slightly outwards as it wasn't able to protrude his skin.
She had taken in a silent deep breath, calmly exhaling it out, though the slight shakiness to that release of breath was easily discerned.
"It's nothing." He flatly said, however just above a whisper, as if he could read through her facade, know that she wasn't too happy about the state he was in. Her gaze traveled back up to his for a moment. It was when they breifly glistened did she look away, closing her eyes in a blink, reopening them to reveal dull emerald orbs, clear of any glossiness.
She said nothing has she leaned towards him, another bated silence between them as she reached around him with each unravel of the bloodied bandages. When the major wound to his side was reveal with the discarding of the bandages, she wasn't able to hide the swallow that resulted. Blood still steadily flowed from it.
"Sakura.." He was trying to talk to her. And she was trying to ignore him.
"I need to stop to bleeding." She calmly said, though the abrupt way she said it hinted to the effort she had to put to say it as she did. She couldn't run away from her pained emotions when the source of them was right in front of her.
She put her hands over the major wound, a blue colored glow immediately emanating from them. He still continued to look at her, even as she concetrated solely on the wound.
"Sakura." His tone was abrupt, stern, as if he were about to tell her to stop.
She knew she didn't haven't the courage or stability to return his gaze.
Sakura undiscernably shook her head, trying to devote her complete attention to healing the large wound before her. Her eyebrow slightly furrowed as she did so. It didn't take long before she had at least closed the wound, she removed her hands, wanting to heal some of his other ones.
"You don't have to do this..you didn't have to do any of this."
"I have to put your ribs back into place." She almost cut him off with her announcement, impecable timing it was. She seemed to have dismissed his call.She let out a small breath as she placed her hands over the protruding rib. When he said nothing, she breifly glanced up to him, noticing as he averted his gaze. "Take a deep breath." She found it was easier to look up at him when his gaze was averted, and so she looked up at him, waiting for him as he took his deep breath. Her gaze almost seemed nervous as she glanced back down to his protruding rib.
She left no warning as she quickly applied all the pressure she could in a swift push. Her emerald gaze shot up to Sasuke's face as the sickening pop resounded; his eyes had closed and his jaw had clenched tightly as he released his breath in a calmed, barely discernable grunt. Sakura immediately let a blue light emanate from her hands as she still held them on the position over his ribs, trying to sooth the pain at the same time she had caused it.
"Sorry." She quickly muttured.
Another silence ensued between them as she continued to heal much of the wounds on his chest. She noticed when he slightly relaxed, signifying the worst of the pain was over.
"Sakura.." Something in his voice made her stop, bringing her emerald gaze to meet his onyx.
"I'm sorry." It seemed he had taken the time to think about his words, and though they were abrupt, he said them almost slowly. She paused yet again, her slightly surprised eyes wavering as she looked into his. He continued as he noticed her confusion. "I hurt you."
She quickly brought a hand to her own abdomen.
"Oh this? It's nothing." Her voice was gentle, almost perky. She knew what he had meant, though she had tried to play it off, act as if she thought he was only talking about that. When really, he had only wounded her in one place.
He seemed to be well aware of that. So he tried again.
"I've hurt you, Sakura." His tone was more implying. And it was then that her gaze fell from his as she let out a small smile. She replaced her hands on his chest, a blue glow emanating from them immediately. She then let out a hardly discernable sight, almost a defeated one, it seemed.
"You have." It was as if saying it was a hard feat, she almost seemed releived as the words left her, yet still hesitant. As if admitting that would bring on something she wasn't ready to face yet. She let a small noise of feigned amusement, though it wasn't mocking, almost sad. Her tone was gentle, accepting. She did not look at him as she answered.
Sasuke remained quiet after her reply. It almost seemed as if he had the intention to say more, but was repeatedly deciding against it. Even through his stoic demeanor she could feel his slight frustration. She tried to ignore it. She had tried to hard all these years to try and understand him, read past his emotionless facade; and when she finally was able to, at least a little bit, it was at a time when she did not wish it. It was at a time where she could not handle it.
He couldn't do this to her, not now.
A few minutes had passed before she had finally finished healing the wounds on his chest. For a moment, her hands rested on him before she slowly pulled them away, her finger tips brushing the area where the wounds once were. All that remained was the large, clotted wound to his side.
"I've killed countless people." He started, his tone abrupt, leading.His outburst almost seemed random. But they both seemed to be expecting it. "I've killed people who just looked me the wrong way." He seemed to be warning her as he continued. His tone was almost, guilty. "I've tortured women and children, and I don't regret it." He caught her gaze once again. He seemed to be trying to give her an excuse, a reason.
"You know...you say that as if I care, Sasuke."
"You should." He immediately replied. "You don't understand."
"You're right, I don't understand anything." Her voice had a tone of finality in it. In her emotionless facade, she gave him a breif smile before turning away from him to pick up the tub. She rose to her feet as casually as she could, trying not to be too abrupt. Before she entered the bathroom door, she breifly glanced to Sasuke, who had set his head back against the wall, his head tilted up as he closed his eyes. She looked at him for a moment longer, something flickering across her gaze before she stepped into the bathroom.
When she had come out, she glanced to Sasuke, noticing he was still in the same position, his eyes still closed. Instead of walking back to him she casually walked to the door.
"Where are you going?"
She continued to walk.
"..I'd just like some fresh air." Her voice was calm, almost too calm. When he said nothing, her head slightly tilted up in a sort of releif.
"It's raining." Taking a deep breath, she slowed down to a halt, once more.
"I know."
"You hate the rain." He immediately replied.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, giving the best poker face she could. Trying to hide her suprise that he had remembered such a thing. Where she should have been happy that he remembered something about her, she wasn't.
"I'll be back ok?" She noticed as his eyes slighty narrowed in speculation, but he didn't say a thing. Even if Sasuke would have replied, she didn't give him the chance as she moved out the door, immediately closing it behind her.She leaned against the door, looking up into the darkness of the sky.
The merciless rain immediately soaked her as she continued to stare into the starless sky.
It was then that she took off. The continuous pounding of her feet into the slick mud created an addition of beat to the pounding rain.
(Sasuke's voice)
You're annoying
You disgust me, you disgust me Sakura!
Are you stupid?
(Naruto's voice)
He doesn't do anything for you Sakura!
(Sasuke's voice)
I'll kill you
(Jiraiya)
A ninja must not show emotion in any situation
Ninjas…sometimes it just seems so cruel
(Sasuke)
You're all over my godamned brother!
(Naruto)
Can't you see that he doesn't love you and he never will?
He can't even manage a simple thankyou!
(Tsunade)
You still love him, don't you?
(Sasuke)
Thankyou, Sakura.
She let out a small cry as she finally dropped to her knees; her hands dug into the muddy earth beneath her, acting as the only support as sobs racked her trembling body.
She couldn't do it, she couldn't do this anymore. Love. Loving Uchiha Sasuke. She couldn't continue to be around him, acting as if nothing was wrong, pretending everything was normal - that the normalness between them - the short, rare conversations about meaningless things - was ok. She couldn't forever withold her emotions so as to spare him the annoyance, so as to keep her own pride. She couldn't continue to let small parts of her die with each passing moment. All her talk and promises about bringing him back to Konoha, they were pointless, when Konoha was a place he didn't want to be, when being with her was a concept he would never want to accept - when she had abandoned those hopes and promises the day they had fought - the day he had sought to kill her.
Why?
Why did she keep coming back?
How did she get so twisted into his life?
This love that she swore every day she felt, wished every day she didn't have, complained every day she didn't want - it was borderline obsession. Extreme Infatuation. All of the future dreams she would have, he was a part of every one of them, for what reason? What made it so that she couldn't even think of living the rest of her life without him? Why, even as it was painful to be near him, was it dreadful to be away from him?How could she be so selfish as to try and stay a part of his life, when he didn't want it?When all she caused him was more trouble, when all she caused herself was more heartache?
Why?
Why, back in the cabin, when he sought to talk things through, to face all the problems of their past, to open up to her - to convince her of his horrible deeds of the past, did she run away?
Running away. It really was all she could do. It was the best thing she could do in this situation.
He was fine, most of his wounds were healed, it would take the end of the night for him to gain most of his energy back. He could continue his life just fine. She could continue her life just fine - back in Konoha - without him. Time alone wouldn't be enough to free her, though only she herself had the power to determine that, to help herself. She could not be a burden to him any more. She just wouldn't. And so she made her decision. She would leave him, for once. Right now. It had to be right now.
She tilted her head up into the rain, closing her eyes, a sort of calmness finally sweeping over her. Finality.
He was right, earlier - she had always hated the rain - hated how cold it was, hated the gloominess to the sky it created, hated the feel of it pounding against her skin, threatening to pound down everything that she was, that she had strived to build. She hated the rain because she was always alone - all her experiences with nature's rejuvination hadn't been good ones. She had been abandoned in the rain, never found. She had fallen in the rain, never danced. And she had suffered in the rain, never been comforted. She was left to endure it, always - like she was now, alone.
She sensed the presence coming towards her, the one she failed to notice earlier in her distress. She had tried to run, to fuel her body with motivation to go in the opposite direction, away from the man that was marching towards her with determination, away from her main source of pain; however she just sat there, eyes finally left to look upwards as Sasuke paused before her. She could see his clenched fists, see his frustrated gaze looking upon her. He stood over her, like that, for a few moments longer before taking her shoulders and roughly pulling her up.
And that was the last time he used such hateful force.
She could feel his body heat, radiating towards her, comforting her. And she hated it. She hated the way her body reacted when close to his, the way her heart fluttered when his gaze was upon her. The way she couldn't breath when he finally touched her - his hand had reached to wipe the tears from her face, even as they were undiscernable from the rain.
She tried to push him away, her shaking palms planting themselves on the Uchiha's bare, strongly muscled chest as she turned her upper body away, tried to ignore the sparks than ran through her body in result. She had paused in surprise when his hands grabbed hers, holding them there above his heart. It was what brought her surprised gaze to look at her hands before slowly traveling up his soaked countenance to meet his intense gaze - her eyes widened, wavered continuously as what she saw in those depths stunned her, as the strong pattering of his heart moved her. Confused her.
"You don't understand." He finally spoke, tone clear and loud, abrupt, still void of emotion, but almost painfully admitted. It seemed he was trying to tell her something, convey to her something of which he couldn't explain, didn't want to explain, or even let her know. It was why she could see the confusion in his eyes, the irritation, the guilt, sorrow, anger, pain. Affection. All together, connected to each other in some way. And she couldn't grasp it, figure it out.
Even as he brought his hand up to lightly grasp her chin, tilting her gaze up even more so towards him. He wanted to give her the opportunity to see everything, even as he she wouldn't understand.
She really didn't understand, and he wished that she never would.
Haruno Sakura. She, only her, was able to distinguish between what he had done, and who he was. Even when he didn't know who he was himself - she had shown him - with her undying faith in him, when he had no faith in himself; with her never-ending forgiveness, even when he sought it from no one; with her love, when he was at one point unsure if he would ever be able to, ever want to return it. She really was the light to his darkness, she came to him at his bleakest hour, as the darkness raged inside him, threatening to consume him; he had been prepared to vent his years-old despair, pain, hatred - take his revenge on his older brother, kill much more innocent people, destroy himself in the end. Only she made it bearable. Her compassion, courage, innocence, it had awakened something in him that he had thought lost forever, something he could never repay her in full for, something he could never allow her to give him the time to do so.
He couldn't take her life away from her. He couldn't garauntee that he wouldn't hurt her, that he could take care of her, return her love in full. Show her the same compassion and forgiveness and patience and understanding that she showed him. He couldn't garauntee that she would still feel the same way once she found out all the horrible things he had done. He had damned himself to hell, he was not going to take her with him.
He brought his had away from her face, closing his eyes as the full force of the blame seethed in his gut, reverberating throughout his entire core.
All this time he had worked to become stronger, to surpass any who would seek to rival him, to destroy any who would seek to take what was his. He had spent years learning to perfect the use and execution of his Sharingan - so that he would be able to see everything, and his body keep up with it all the same. Yet, it had taken him so long to actually see the woman standing in front of him, keep up with her goodness, her everything. The oddly-pink-haired kunoichi that had always been there, the offering of help and guidance that had always been standing. The irony dug into him harder than any kunai or sharp-edged weapon.
Of all the mistakes he had ever made, perhaps this was the biggest.
In this moment, he made her feel weird, breathless, dizzy. Her heart was in her throat, her breathed hitched as well. Sakura's eyes were still wavering, looking up at Sasuke, trying to understand what was going on. Trying to understand the emotions that continuously flickered in their depths, grasp the entirety of what he was trying to tell her, show her.
She didn't understand how his eyes were doing something to her insides, causing a flood of warmth where it shouldn't be.
She didn't understand even as his hand moved up to cup her cheek, his thumb feathering along her delicate jawline; his fingertip traveled up her chin to find the satin perfection of her lower lip, stroking it ever so gently, cautiously - hesitantly, as if he were afraid, undecided. She didn't truly understand even as she saw that singular intent in his expression as that same hand slid around to the nape of her neck.
It seemed to transpire in slow motion, each dropping of rain creating a noticeable splash against their heating skin, as his face drew nearer to hers - as he slowly, inexorably brought her face up closer to his. Her heart somersaulted and heat rushed throughout her body as he paused, letting his nose light brush hers, their lips mere millimeters apart. She could feel his warm breath upon her, shaky, hesitant - warming her, enticing her.
She held her breath yet again, heat coiling deep within her, a need flaring in her half-closed eyes.
"You just... don't understand." His eyes were partially closed, his eyelashes looking handsomely long as he finally whispered this hopeless phrase yet again; his voice was husky, even as there was a slight trace of hidden guilt.
And then his mouth touched hers.
Featherlight, a skimming brush that Sakura felt right down to her toes. Darts of fire raced through her bloodstream, her stomach muscles clenched. Flames licked at her, swept through her like a storm; electricity crackled, and it was only then that she knew the full meaning of chemistry. Feeling. Pure and simple. There was nothing else but his lips claiming hers, whirling her into another world she hadn't known existed - where there was no pain, no over thinking, no worry about an end.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she couldn't help it as she choked on a sob, reveling at how lightly, how gently he had kissed her; how he made her feel with one simple kiss.
As a girl, she had always fantasized about her first kiss. Their first kiss. She had imagined it would be somewhere romantic, somewhere warm and bright as the birds sung beautifully in the sky. She would say something right, something that would melt the cold ice around his heart. And he would kiss her, just one small kiss, just like this. But the reality of it was much different. This was much different. They were outside, soaking in the pouring rain, both suffering from major wounds. She hadn't cracked him, hadn't figured him out. He hadn't decided to be with her, and she knew that that wasn't an option. This wasn't a light situation, there were no butterflies in her stomach, a smile on her face. And it was not just a simple kiss. It was more than that.
It was a goodbye.
Sasuke pulled back slightly, his hand moving back up to the side of her face, his eyes opening a fraction. He then slowly brought his other hand to fully cup her face gently.
"I'm sorry.."He whispered genuinely, heartachingly. It was a deep felt apology for many things, broad in its specificity. It was an apology for the past, for this moment, for the future. For him, for her, for everything. And she accepted it. She had no ability to reiterate her acceptance, no time to do so either.
He kissed her again. This time more urgent.
White heat. Blue lightening. The ground shifted and rolled. Sasuke dragged her against his strong, firm body, taking her into that same world, full of feeling. She felt herself automatically respond by wrapping her arms around his neck; she could only cling to him, a safe anchor in a storm of turbulent emotions. This time she fully let herself give in to the sensation, the bitter-sweet feeling of bliss, the feelings that felt good, but were also very painful. Her concious mind was trying desperately to comprehend what was happening, even as her body moved even closer to his, even as her knees buckled underneath her. Sasuke's arms instantly traveled to wrap around her small waist, keeping her from falling, pinning her pliant body to his, grasp unbreakable.
She wanted to know how he could make her feel this way. How he was able to put such emotion into a kiss, when he couldn't do so with his words. She still didn't understand him, what he wanted, what he needed. Why he was willing to do this for her, when it would only be more painful for the both of them once it was over.
At that thought another sob overcame her, and being so close to her, his mouth consuming hers, Sasuke felt every part of it, and as a result he paused. As if she were a part of him at that very moment, she felt his withdrawal, felt his strong will begin to pull himself away, his hidden desire not to hurt her. All of this was a response to her one sob, showing how much he didn't want to cause her any more pain, thinking that his actions at the moment were only hurting her more. And it only caused more tears to fall at his thoughtfulness, more sobs to come at his consideration.
She didn't allow him to pull completely away from her, she pulled his head back down to hers, hugged her body against him tightly. Willing him to stay in this moment, showing him that it was what she wanted. Her heart was all that mattered at the moment, not her rationalizing mind. He was all that mattered at the moment, and forevermore, not her reservations. She swallowed down more of her sobs, not wanting this beautiful moment to end.
She knew, no matter what the consequences, that this moment, this moment right here, was all she could ever ask for. After all these years, for this one moment. It was worth it. All this pain, for this moment, it was worth it. All her tears, for this moment, were worth it. For him, anything was worth it.
As of now, she didn't mind the rain.
He felt that this one moment, no matter what the consequences, no matter what would happen afterwards, just for this one moment, he wanted to make it worth it for her. This moment, was worth it for him. For her. He wanted to give her everything that she had sacrificed for. If just this once.
This one night was all he could give her.
This moment.
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