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Chapter 26 - Aishite Imasu makes happiness
When Sakura was 14, New Year's Eve – after lunch
He watched as she left the inn, her eyes showing him she has just woken up.
After he had arrived to the village the previous night and after the old lady that owned the inn had given him something to eat, he had gone to bed feeling slightly giddy, because she, as the old lady had mentioned, had been eager to see someone, and he knew that someone was himself.
A smug smile made itself present at his lips as he watched her take a few steps into the street and yawn in the process. Even if he had arrived late, she had slept more than he had, perhaps because of her mission, he didn't knew, but it had to be.
He hadn't personally woken up much long ago, just a couple of hours, but it had been just enough to browse through the shops in town and finding her a present, he just hoped she would like it.
Shaking his head he watched as she stretched while walking past him, he didn't blame her for not seeing him, the streets were busy and he was leaning against a wall, it was just normal, so he followed her, because even if he didn't want to, she had something that acted like gravity with him, pulling him to her, and he couldn't stop himself from going closer, letting the pull take him closer to her.
He bounced happily, and as he followed her he took advantage of her slow pace to buy her something to eat, she looked hungry. He bought some meat buns, even if he had already eaten lunch, it didn't matter too much, the meats buns didn't take much place in your stomach… sooooo that wasn't quite true and he had only eaten an apple for lunch
and he had been waiting for her to come out of the inn so they could eat together, he didn't care. Whatever.
He fell in pace with her and walked a few minutes by her side, but it frustrated him that she didn't notice him. She didn't even notice him when he started walking backwards in front of her, his head tilted to the side as he watched her with a raised brow. She had that glazed look on her face, the one she wore when she spaced out, started daydreaming or was having an inner conversation.
So, with a grin, he leaned towards her and pecked her lips softly. She stopped walking –he did the same— and then blinked, she must have had a really tiring mission for her to be this glazed and unaware today.
He frowned, god her brain was slow this morning, but then grinned and held one of the meat buns to her. She blinked again and then, slowly, lifted her gaze from his hand to his grinning face.
"Mornin' Sleepy-bunny!" she blinked at him and then several things happened at the same time. She blushed, looked down, started fidgeting with the hem of her top and smiled shyly before speaking in a quiet and shy whisper.
"Morning Dei!" he let out a low chuckle and then kissed her cheek.
"No hug today?" he asked with a childish pout and puppy dog eyes. She looked up at him, ready to scold him, and then, with a couple of shy steps, closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist, her face being hidden on the crook of his neck.
"I missed you." He wrapped his arms around her and smiled, resting his head over hers and inhaling deeply, his memories hadn't been made her justice, she smelled better than he remembered. "Hmmm… rain and cherry blossoms."
"I missed you too Suki-chan." He sighed in contentment, unlike the place he lived, he now felt at home, being next to her made him feel at home.
"How about we go eat something?" he asked when they broke apart, her sleepiness seemed to have vanished to be replaced by a breathtakingly happy smile. She nodded and shyly took his hand, a pink blush spreading over her cheeks, a very cute one, if he may say. He squeezed her hand softly and they started walking away towards somewhere quieter, with less people, where they could be at peace.
They settled on a small park/garden large enough to take a stroll or have a picnic, there was even an area reserved for the kids. They sat on a bench near the small lake at the middle of the park covered in snow and he gave her one of the 4 meat buns he had bought for them. She thanked politely and ate slowly. As for him, he didn't have so much manners, he just ate his share of the buns through large bites, not that he cared much, 'sides, she didn't complain about it, the most she did was giggle, trying to scold him but unable to.
After they ate, he ended up eating 2 buns and a half since she didn't manage to finish her second, they sat in silence until she dragged him to his feet so they could take a stroll until the celebrations for the commemoration of a new year began, which would be at dusk.
But, he knew, she probably still had to get ready and he had to get ready as well, so both could get dressed for the celebrations.
He let go of her hand, not missing the way her eyes broke in sadness, and then pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand settled on her hip. Her eyes glinted in happiness again and a pink blush covered her cheeks.
"Tonight… I'll tell her tonight." He would tell her, what he truly wanted— no needed to tell her. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I have a present for you!" he whispered against her hair, his free hand softly playing with a strand of her short pink tresses. She, in turn, snuggled closer to him, as if he was the only source of heat for miles in the glaciers.
"Hmm-mmhm." She mumbled softly. "I have a present for you too." He grinned childishly and let out a content sigh, letting the comfortable silence settle. He was usually someone who didn't like the silence, but this time, he enjoyed it… although… silence meant time to think, and time to think meant he could plot… so…
The pink haired girl missed the sudden mischievous glint in the blonds' sky blue eyes, she also missed the smug foxy grin that made its way into the boy's face. Because, he knew, his plot wouldn't earn him any scolding or hard punches, it would earn him a good expression on her part. And, since he was planning to tell her that, might as well start 'preparing the terrain'!
They were still in the park, near the swings and the slide for the kids, and his plot got even more interesting.
"First things first, focus Deidara." He glanced down at her and noticed her serene expression. "Operation 'Preparing Suki-chan' begin!!"
He stopped his walk, —the strategic part of his mind already covering several options of what to do next depending on the pink haired girls reaction— and then turned her in his arms, his arms circling around her waist. Before doing so, he had composed his features to a smile, though he doubted the mischievous glint in his eyes was still there.
"Ne, Suki-chan." She looked up at him, her eyes curious and filled with that innocence that belonged only to her. He leaned closer to her, his forehead resting against her –which earned him a cute little blush to her cheeks— and decided to take a more gentleman-y approach. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a whisper, leaning slightly closer, their lips almost touching, but allowing her to decide.
She blinked, the blush turning a shade darker and then shyly nodded and her eyes slowly closed.
He grinned to himself in sweet victory and leaned down the rest of the way until he felt the warm and soft flesh pressed to his.
His eyes closed the moment his lips met hers, so soft, so warm and so sweet. And, even if not forever, at the moment she was all his.
He pulled her closer, molding their bodies together and kissed her tenderly, with all those deep emotions he felt for her— that she made him feel.
Her slim arms wrapped around his neck, warm fingers intertwining in his golden locks as she tilted her head slightly, molding their lips in a way that, to him, screamed perfection.
He let himself pause from everything aside from what he was feeling for a few moments, allowing himself to be himself and not the person he had to be. He allowed himself to be a person and not a shinobi, not a machine trained to obey and kill and steal. He let himself be a child again, oblivious to the dangers and unfairness of the world, knowing only of kindness and of sweet things.
He held her closer, fingers pressing into her sides tenderly, and to his surprise, contentment and pride, she moaned, a low sound coming from deep inside her throat, a soft sound that entranced him, a sound that made him mentally grin from ear to ear in smugness, because it was the most beautiful sound she could make. It was the sound he always longed to hear when he kissed her or touched her in any way, because it made him happy that she liked his touches, and maybe, just maybe, longed for them like he longed to have her in his arms every time they were apart.
He let himself not care about everything else but her, and deepened the kiss, turning it in something more passionate.
Her skilled medic fingers ran over his scalp, and he couldn't help himself but to groan in approval, because it felt oh-so-sinfully-good.
Hot and moist tongue peeked out to trace her lower lip, producing a throaty moan from the girl, and as she shyly opened her mouth to him, he nibbled on her lower lip gently before taking the kiss into the next level, making it as passionate as he could. Tongues brushed against each other seemingly shyly at first, but then grinded together, dancing the most exotic dance and taking the 2 participants to their own little world.
The strategic part of his mind made him subconsciously move, he only took note of it when he felt his knees pressing against one of the swings.
Breaking the heated kiss for her that both needed, he didn't miss a beat and let his lips trail to her cheek and then down her jaw, softly nipping at her soft flesh while doing so. At the same time he sat down on the swing, pulling her down with him and sitting her on his lap, straddling his hips. She moaned when his lips reached her neck and licked at the flesh connecting her neck and jaw, just next to her ear, and the sound made him giddy from how delightful it was for it to be for him and because of him.
"Deidara." His hands pressed into her hips, lips still connected to her neck, kissing, nipping, sucking and licking as she kept repeating his name in delightful moans only for his ears and running her fingers thought his hair and scalp. And suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore, couldn't wait anymore, couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Deidara." And when she moaned his name again, right next to his ear, warm breath fanning over his skin and soft lips lightly moving against his earlobe like a feather, he let it all out, all his feelings for her in little words.
"Aishite imasu Sakura-chan." Dread filled him, fear of rejection as he felt her tense. He stopped everything, waiting for her reaction, waiting for something, anything. Rejection. Harsh words. Loosing her.
But nothing came, at least not any of the things he had feared.
She leaned back, emerald green eyes gazing at his fearful sky blue ones, but her eyes were closed, not allowing him to see what she was thinking.
And then, like a ray of sun from above the clouds, she smiled, beautifully, breathtakingly, her eyes holding no rejection or harshness, only the softness and innocence he loved so much.
And she didn't need to say anything, because the gentle kiss she pressed on his lips were enough for him to know she loved him too.
Wednesday, 21th May
It had been 3 days.
3 whole days.
Did they even notice? The villagers, her friends? Did they even look at her and notice the difference? Or were they blind?
The nagging voice at the back of his head said that they did notice, but didn't said anything because they liked to see her happy. But he just ignored that voice, it was stupid and irrational. Merely a product of his frustration and anger.
"I'm your conscience you moron, the part of you that knows the truth you refuse to take in." he ignored the voice, it was becoming quite easy doing so. Like they said, with practice everything is possible.
"Suit yourself, but I stil think…………." He ignored the voice once again, not wanting to know how it—"Watch it moron."— told him that he should talk to her again and
apologize, first for breaking in and then for snapping at her, and blah blah blah. He didn't care.
Why would he care anyway, he swore that he would commit murder in his own mind if the voice said anything about the statement. Good for the voice, it didn't say anything, though it wanted to.
He watched as she walked happily through the village after having lunch at Ichiraku with Naruto, and they spoke like they had no cares in the world, laughing once in a while at some joke one or the other said.
A sudden urge to rip off the dobe's hand burned through his veins as said dobe wrapped an arm over the lithe girl's shoulders, telling her something to which she laughed heartedly. No, it wasn't an urge to rip off his hand, more like his whole arm.
"Possessive much?" he, once again, ignored, it was just like ignoring fangirls, except he was ignoring a voice inside his head. Weird, but true.
He watched as they stopped, the dobe hugged her and she hugged back, and then they parted ways, and, surprisingly, he registered the worst spoken.
"It's good to see you happy again Sakura-chan!!" foxy grin, hands crossed behind his head and eyes only a reverse U.
"Thanks Naruto!" sincere, happy smile, hands held together behind her back and shining eyes.
He watched as they parted ways, Naruto going towards the Hyuuga district while Sakura simply kept going throughout the village, now happily humming to herself as she walked. Milling and greeting the villagers, making small talk with them. As he watched the interactions, he noticed how the villagers looked, smiled and talked to her. She was loved by them, for her power, for the way she protected her village, for the peace she seemed to irradiate.
"You know, it's polite to stalk." He blinked and then narrowed his eyes at her overly cheery and sweet voice, genuinely cheery and sweet, as she stood next to him, raven black hair flowing with the light wind.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and ignored her, not even giving her his trademark 'Hn'. It didn't seem to bother her as she spoke again.
"It's not nice to ignore people either, especially when you know the other person knows you're doing it on purpose." She paused, tilting her head to look at the sky. "It's very rude." She nodded to herself and then looked at him while taking a few steps so she stood in front of him. He raised a brow, mentally glaring at the sapphire blue eyes that didn't seem to want to go away.
"Ne, Sasuke-kun." He narrowed his eyes at her, but she ignored. So much for her speech about ignoring others when she did it herself. "Why do you keep torturing yourself?" he was a bit taken a back by the question/statement.
"Torturing myself?" she nodded.
"Hmm-mmh." She tilted her head, her eyes locked with his. "You keep wanting to saty away, yet you always want to keep me in view." He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, he did no such thing. She continued, ignoring the chance in his face.
"And then you keep wanting to… hmm, well, how should I say it." She put a finger over her lower lip in thought.
"Well, it's like you're a sadist, digging into my past and trying to make a comparison with the people in it when you can't." she nodded to herself, satisfied with her words and smiled up at him. "You're different, you and him. He was him and you are you, there can't be a comparison because you're different in almost every aspect." He snorted.
"Give one thing I have in common with- him." He hissed through gritted teeth. She frowned, displeased and spoke in a less cheery and non-sweet voice.
"You're both shinobi for starters." So she had a point, he wasn't gonna admit out loud. "And…" she paused for a moment, frowned some more at the loss of anything to say and then crossed her arms.
"There's nothing else." He deadpanned. She shot him a glare and then tapped her foot, trying to find something.
"Well… hmm… there's gotta be something." She muttered stubbornly under her breath and then jumped in the air, slamming a fist into her open palm.
"Got it!!" she smiled brightly. "You were both missing nins and joined Akatsuki!!" she grinned triumphantly when he frowned, narrowed his eyes at her and the full out glared, not liking to be put in the same line as the pyromaniac.
"Though he was kinda forced to join and you went deliberately." She mumbled as an afterthought. That only made him glare more.
She looked taken aback for a second, but then grinned widely again. And, wait, was that a smug grin? He scowled at her as she then leaned towards him on her tiptoes.
"And you know, I'm not dumb and pathetic anymore." He could almost feel the smugness irradiating off of her. "There's still something else you have in common with him." She pressed her finger tips over his chest, where his heart was inside his ribcage. "Right here." Her voice softened. "And that one you can't deny." She kissed his cheek softly, tenderly and leaned back, her fingertips lingering a couple of seconds on his chest before retreating.
He stared at her, his glare only half hearted and she smiled softly at him.
"But, you know, I won't tell you what it is." She shook her head softly. "No, not yet." She turned around, jumping down from the roof he had been standing on, and as if she was a magnet, he followed after her, because it was like she had gravity of her own, pulling him in.
And as he kept following her through the village, he knew she knew he was there, even if she didn't show it.
Still Wednesday, 21th May
After following her around, he found himself near the river, laying on the grass. At first he refused to sit down, but then she had literally dragged him to the grass and pushed him down, standing before him, hands on her hips, defying him to stand up again.
So he had shrugged and sat more comfortably while leaning back on his elbows, head tilted upwards to gaze at the almost cloudless sky, only a soft patch of white cotton-candy seen passing by once in a while.
And then she had sat down as well, but he hadn't been expecting where and how she would sit down. She had sat down next to him, and only when he felt something on his lap had he looked down. The first thing he had noticed was her body almost curled into a ball next to him, and only after a couple of seconds had his gaze moved to her head, laying on his lap —his legs being outstretched— while she gazed at the river in front of them, watching as the few birds, squirrels and chipmunks moved about, drinking, washing or searching in the grass near the water, some even moving towards the trees.
One of her hands had been on the grass, the other on his leg, the fingers on the grass moving softly over the soft green plant while the fingers over his pants twisted the black jean slowly.
She hadn't even looked so serene to his eyes.
But he had been unable to see her face due to her loose raven black hair, the few meshes of different colors visible, the natural pink and then the created purple over the created black with red highlights.
A sigh had escaped his lips as he watched her, her chest falling and rising rhythmically as she breathed, and her fingers moving softly over green grass and black jean.
He hadn't dared to break the peaceful and serene silence, and so he hadn't had nothing to do, which resulted in letting his subconscious want come and take over him, one of the stupid, stupid questions he had always asked himself when he found nothing else to think about and that frustrated him greatly since he was a child. 'Is her hair as soft and silky as it looks?'
And so, giving in to curiosity, he had ran his fingers through her hair, reluctantly at first, barely touching the strands that had proven to be even softer and silkier than he had imagined, and then he had let his fingers fully touch it, feeling the meshes on his fingers to then sink his fingers in it and run said fingers down the length of her hair until there was no more, only to do it all over again, and again and again, never getting tired of it. It was like running his fingers through fresh water, only better.
She hadn't said anything, but he had felt her figure relax more into him, her shoulder pressing more into his leg, he doubted that if she had been leaning against him, she would have been snuggling closer to him.
After a while he had laid down, his fingers never stopping the slow fluid movement of running over the length of her hair, fingers pressing into her scalp, burying them into silky stands of hair to then run smoothly down the length of it.
And now he laid on his back, fingers still in her hair, his other hand behind his head as he gazed at the blue lightly smeared with white sky. Her fingers still played softly with the grass and his jeans, and he had to admit that he had never felt so peaceful, so serene, he had to admit that, if the world were to end the next second, he would die in peace.
"Ya still wouldn't die happy 'cause you still woudn't have --" he ignored the voice in his head, intent on just focusing on the peacefulness of the moment and enjoying it.
Her fingers stopped moving and he lowered his gaze to watch her. A few seconds passed and then she lifted her head, his fingers, being still entangled in her tresses stopped and, as she lifted her herself with her elbow, moved smoothly to stop at the back of her neck, the silky strands still entangled in his fingers. She turned to face him, and the serene expression she sported made him hold his breath, she was… beautiful.
She watched him for a while, a few seconds, a few minutes or a few hours he didn't know, but after that while she looked down and then lowered her head to his chest, resting it over his heart.
Her hands reached up and she touched his hand softly, as if she was afraid he would shy away from her touch. Her right hand then rested over his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with his black T-shirt.
Her head was turned to her left as the fingertips of her left hand touched his hand with feather-like touches.
He watched the movements of her hand, her fingertips almost not touching the back of his right hand. He didn't even observe the way she was hunched over him, chest pressed to him stomach, hips pressed against his thigh, knees against his side. All of that went unnoticed as he watched, entranced, the subtle and gentle movements of her hand on his unmoving one still holding her hair between his fingers.
Her breathing was rhythmic, just like before, and it lulled him to a state of near hypnosis. Why had he pushed her back for so long? Treated her so badly? Refused her so many times? Rejected her? Why had he done such things? Why? Why, when she was
so breathtaking, entrancing and beautiful. Why when, even if he would never admit it out loud, she held his heart in her skilled hands? And even if he refused to admit it even to himself, the part of him he had obliterated after the massacre, the child in him, the only part of innocence that still remained intact told him that his heart had always been held by her caring hands, since they became a team and started knowing each other.
He stopped her hand by taking it in his, fingers intertwining with hers as her now-dark hair made him look at the contrast between them. His hand, partially covered in dark hair, and hers, lightened by the sun. They were complete opposites, yet…
He let his hand fall from her hair, taking her hand with his, her hair running between their fingers like silk. He rested the back of his hand on her cheek before bringing her a hand up with his and, on some sort of paranormal whim, kissing each knuckle softly, as if she could tear apart from his touch.
He wouldn't admit but, even if he knew of her strength, he would always be afraid fro her, because, in his eyes, she could break with just one touch, with just one word, and he would always fear for her, because, deep down, he knew and was now able to accept it and admit it to himself, he couldn't stand the mere thought of losing her forever, he would always fear for her because he never wanted her to break apart and disappear… die.
After kissing each knuckle he let their intertwined fingers go down and rest on his ribs, near her torso. He felt more than heard her soft content sigh as she snuggled closer to him.
"Anone Sasuke-kun." Her voice was quiet, almost shy as she called him, and for once, he liked the sound of his name with the suffix that once-upon-a-time only his family had used, though his mother, to his annoyance, always insisted in calling him Sasu-chan.
"Hm?" he felt her fingers move softly against his, her other hand fidgeting with his T-shirt.
"Why won't you tell me those words again?" the words were said quietly and with sadness, and guilt suddenly loomed over him.
There was a silent pause in which neither spoke, only her fingers moved slowly and softly over his and fidgeted with the black fabric of his T-shirt.
"At the cliff, what I did and said…" he paused, looking back at the sky as his hand tightened slightly over hers. "I…" but the right words just didn't came, and he didn't knew how to voice it.
With a sigh he glanced down at her and then back at the sky.
"They all wanted you back." He started. "And as much I hate to admit it, I was desperate to get you back." The last part was a quiet mumble, part of him wishing she had heard his words, and the other part of him wishing she hadn't, wish part was stronger, he didn't knew.
"And." He scoffed lightly. "As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures." There was silence, and then he felt her slump her shoulders.
"I see." She voiced quietly, barely audible even for his advanced hearing, and suddenly, as he registered the slight broken tone of her words, he felt the need to say more. To rant like an idiot, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Which doesn't made any of it less true." So his rant wasn't infinite like those of certain people, he still felt an idiot.
He felt her snuggling closer to him again and mentally sighed, the guilt washing out to give way to the peacefulness once again.
"Sasuke-kun?" he glanced back at her, still unable to see her face.
"Hm?" she snuggled closer to him again, and her right hand was now at his neck, her fingers playing with his hair.
"Thank you." He let out a crooked smile at her and looked back at the sky. His own words, said so long ago before he left, thrown back at him.
He didn't say anything, contemplating those words, not hers, but his. At the time, he didn't quite understood why he had thanked her, but hadn't dwelled on it, but now, so long after, he seemed to understand why he had uttered them to her before she fell into unconsciousness.
No, not him. The one who had spoken those words to her was the child in him, the 8 year old boy who disappeared after the death of his entire clan. The 8 year old boy who, already at that time, knew she held his heart in her caring hands, keeping it safe from everything and everyone, even from himself. The 8 year old boy in him had thanked her for taking care of his heart, for taking care of his humanity with the unconditional and unbreakable love she held for him. He had thanked her for being herself.
Now that he understood his own words, he couldn't help but agree with the 8 year old boy in him, because without her, had she not kept his heart, he would have become something even more monstrous and terrifying than Orochimaru and Kabuto combined.
"Thank you." The 8 year old boy in him spoke, and he briefly closed his eyes, because everything felt right, in place. Even if he held so much against the godforsaken village, he felt like he belonged there, not because of the village itself, but because of the girl in his arms, the one that held his heart and his humanity.
"Sakura." As he called her name, with his free arm, he slightly sat up with the help of his left elbow. She went up with him, only lifting her head to look at him through sapphire blue eyes. Those same blue eyes he had loathed until a few hours ago now seemed to suit her just as well as her natural vibrant emerald green eyes.
"Taisetsu." He whispered, his forehead against hers, as he watched her eyes, her expression, and he wasn't disappointed by it, it only took his breath away all the more as she smile brightly at him, true happiness behind those dark sapphire blue eyes, like seemingly endless pools of water where he could get lost at will.
Somehow, he found himself loving her blue eyes just as much as he loved her green one, because no matter what the color, they were still hers.
"Shigoku taisetsu." He murmured while leaning down. Her eyes closed slowly as he leaned further, and when he chastely kissed her, her eyes completely closed, and he let his close as well, relinquishing the feelings than ran over him and around them, and at the moment, for him it was unbelievable joy, because, for so many years, he felt happy, and the cause of such happiness was someone he had never expected.
The kiss was soft, slow and gentle, like a proper fist kiss should be. And when he pulled back gently, letting his lips rest on her forehead, his eyes still closed, he told her just that.
"That should have been our first kiss." She pressed her body more into his, and even if he couldn't see her face, he knew she was smiling openly, heartedly and happily, something he had once doubted could be accomplished with him around.
Her fingers still played with his hair softly as her left hand was still entangled with him as he held himself, and her, on his left elbow and lower arm. He knew his words, even if someone was next to them, would have been heard by only her, because no one else had to know them, and the words she whispered as she rested her head under his chin, as unimaginable for him as it was, made his heart skip a few beats, his breath hold in his lungs, his hand tighten over hers and a stupid, moronic crooked smile that belonged to the 8 year old boy in him to settle on his face and not want to go away, because, at that moment, if he were to die, he would have died truly and utterly happy.
"Aishite imasu Sasuke-kun!" her whispered words made him happier than he had even been, and as he rested his check on top of her head, loving the feel on her silky hair
against his skin, he felt human again, and, unlike what he thought, he felt stronger than he had ever before, he felt as if he could take down the world itself.
A cool breeze flew past them, and he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, the 8 year old boy that he had buried deep within after locking him in thousands of steel boxes with thousands of chains and locks and seals around the boxes could come out and live again. Because, with her in his arms, everything was perfect, and there was no longer a reason for him to have his humanity hidden and buried deep beneath the surface of his mind.
With her, with her love, after she took care of his heart even after he hurt her so much, he felt he could be free of everything and anything.
He could rule the world… but he would share the throne with her.
(A/N: the meaninsg of Taisetsu, Shigoky taisetsu and Aishite Imasu are at the ending author's note, err, authoresses' note.)
Somewhere in the nearby forest watching Sasuke and Sakura
Fists clenched to the point of drawing blood as her knuckles turned white from the pressure. The warm liquid ran down her fingers and into her shorts as she pressed her hands against her legs.
Her eyes narrowed in utter pain as she watched Sasuke run his fingers down a girls' hair, his expression so adoring, as if she was precious.
What had she done? She hadn't saved him from death, hadn't taken care of him after he had killed the fucking pyromaniac that had almost killed him. So why was he like that with the stupid girl?
She wanted nothing more than to rip them apart and kill the moronic girl for being close to her Sasuke-kun. She had cared for him, done everything he asked.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched in sit up, holding himself on his elbow. He spoke words she couldn't hear, and the girl probably answered.
The girl… she had black hair, so maybe it was just someone related to him… but it couldn't be, his clan was dead, all of it. So maybe she was just someone he had to take care of… but… then…
Then why was he holding her hand, their fingers intertwined?
Then why was he leaning his forehead against hers?
Then why was he allowing the girl to play with his hair? He had never even let her touch him unless she strictly had to.
Then why was he… why was he… kissing her so… so… lovingly?
Then why was he, after kissing the girl, smiling so genuinely, happiness clearly visible?
Tears fell from her eyes and she turned away, unable to stand more of what she was seeing, unable to watch the person she loved with some other girl in his arms.
She ran back to where the other were, cleaning her tears before the idiot saw her and would start ranting.
"How'd it go?" she didn't even glance at him, her thoughts were focused on what she had seen, and the conclusion she reached was that the bitch that had been with Sasuke had to go… had to die.
"Oi, are you even listening?" she glared at the male with disdain and disgust that wasn't quite directed at him but at the bitch in her Sasuke-kun's arms.
"I don't have to tell you anything idiot, I only have to tell what I saw to Madara-sama."
The bitch had to die, very slowly and very painfully and then she could be with Sasuke-kun without any hindrances.
Taisetsu means important; valuable; worthy of care.
Shigoku means very; extremely; exceedingly.
From these meanings, when Sasuke says Taisetsu, he means to say you're important and when he says Shigoky taisetsu, he means to say you're very important. In Japanese culture it's not very common for people to pronounce their love for someone in a very open manner like, f.e. English people, saying 'I love you', they express themselves in more subtle ways, thus, when Sasuke tells Sakura he cares, she's happy, because it's his way.
As for Aishite Imasu, it's a more open way to say I love you, with Aishite Imasu, the most open way to say I love you in Japanese is Aishiteru, which is the most known way, but I like the one I chose better… okay, enough grammar…
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