Author's Note: Yo.
Just needed you guys to know that I got my inspiration back from the song 'We are broken' by Paramore. It's an uber depressing song. Seriously. And it sorta fits what I'm writing about. Haha. -.-
Enjoy.
"Ouch. That arm looks nasty," a raspy male voice said. A soft snort was heard.
"Tell me 'bout it," another deeper and smoother male voice said.
"Ah! I think she's coming to. Better fix it up soon, teme," the first voice said, anxious.
"Hn." There was a soft rustle of fabric as the two males shuffled around to give the second person space to fix her arm.
"Hold her down for me," his voice was smooth as velvet, unwavering, suggesting of masculine strength and authority.
Strong hands wrapped its long fingers around her slumped shoulders.
Someone who was close to her exhaled slowly. She felt the warm air turn cold on her bloodied skin. There was a sudden jerk to her arm as it was popped back into place. Sharp pain momentarily flooded her body, before ceasing completely.
"Ow!" Sakura breathed, more out of surprise than pain. The other hand instinctively drifted to the newly healed arm. Her emerald eyes slowly fluttered open, blinking quickly to make her eyes adjust to the dim lighting.
She, and whoever was with her, was in some kind of bomb shelter. She was lying on the ground from the feel of it.
Her vision steadily began to focus on the faces of the two, extremely handsome, boys leaning down and looking at her, one curious and the other expressionless, on either side of her.
One had bright, cerulean eyes, messy blonde hair which stuck up in every direction humanly possible, weird whisker marks on his cheeks, and a big, broad grin. He was rather lanky.
The other, however, was the complete opposite. He had raven coloured hair with long bangs framing his angular and pale face, and it was spiked up at the back, frankly speaking, like a chicken's ass. Intense, onyx eyes gazed into her jade ones and his face was an impassive mask. He, on the other hand, was rather lean.
"Wha - ?" Before she could even utter a complete word, the blonde boy squealed and hugged her from the side, resting his chin on her small shoulder.
"UWAH! She's alive! She's alliiiiivveeee!!" he exclaimed dramatically. She was still too disoriented to understand much at the moment. She dimly noted that the raven-haired boy was peering at her with such intensity she could have melted.
Gazing into his cold black eyes, she finally comprehended her previous situation…
An inferno.
Obsidian eyes.
Crimson.
"How did I… you?" her confused and slightly frightened gaze drifted to the raven-haired boy. The blonde one patted the other on his back.
"You saved me," Sakura whispered almost inaudibly. The stoic boy nodded curtly. He was expecting teary thank yous and hugs and kisses and all that crap. He, however, was not expecting what he got.
"You… you…" Sakura began to say, stuttering slightly. Sasuke and Naruto quirked an eyebrow in unison.
"You freaking IDIOT!" And a fist suddenly flashed through the air and Sasuke barely evaded that lethal little fist, which then smashed into the stone wall behind him. And the freaking wall actually cracked.
While the Uchiha appeared outwardly calm and composed, despite looking slightly wide-eyed, inner Sasuke was rolling around, clutching his face and screaming, "Ohmygod, ohmygod That was too close! TOO CLOSE!"
"Whoa…" Naruto said, going starry-eyed. Sasuke, on the other hand, was pissed.
"What. The HELL. Is. Your problem, woman?!" he seethed. After all, he did risk burning his hair to save her.
With one knee on the ground and the other leg stretched out slightly to the side, he looked ready to kill. Was it her, or was his irises spinning in blood red?
"I could have DIED! Why didn't you just let me freaking die?!" Sakura yelled furiously, clutching her hair in irritation with the heroic boy. Naruto gasped. Sasuke was silent. And his eye was twitching violently.
In his mind, 'Let her die? Let her DIE?! DO I LOOK THAT CRUEL TO YOU?!'
"… Hey," the Haruno suddenly muttered softly. She was obviously oblivious to the murderous look on Sasuke's face, radiating off his form.
"I – I'm… uh… Sorry," she said, just as softly, lowering her head and looking to the side in shame, her cheeks a slight hue of pink. The rage that the dark haired boy had towards her diminished as she explained herself.
"I mean, um, I didn't think I had any chance of living and I thought that if I actually died, I'd finally be free of all this crap… this hell hole you call life…" Her voice slowly trailed off.
An awkward silence.
Sakura cleared her throat.
"And thank you," she added, bowing slightly towards Sasuke and Naruto to show her sincerity. The two boys stared at her, one scrutinizing, the other adoring.
"Thank you for treating my injuries even though you don't know me, and saving my life," she continued, bowing even lower. It was true; the wound in her side was wrapped up in clean bandages, and she could smell some kind of antiseptic, her previously dislocated arm was popped right back in place, and there was only a small amount of dried blood on her now as they had wiped away most of it. Her bruised knees were wrapped in clean, white bandages. Her clothes were still intact, though.
Sasuke and Naruto exchanged looks, before Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing slightly.
"Hn."
Naruto grinned widely and slung an arm over Sakura's shoulder, surprising her.
"So what's ya name??" the blonde asked the pinkette excitedly. Sakura smiled softly at his antics.
"Haruno Sakura!" she said, her smile turning into a full blown grin as she stuck out a dainty hand for him to shake.
"You are so. Freaking. Adorable! I'M UZUMAKI NARUTO!" he almost nearly yelled, causing Sakura to laugh out loud and Sasuke to run a hand down his face. The two newly acquainted friends shook hands vigorously, similar grins on their faces.
"And you are…?" Sakura asked politely, a small hand in between her and Sasuke. He glanced at the girl's hand, before smirking.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
And they shook hands, the girl smiling brightly, the boy smirking. It was only when his shoulder shifted slightly to shake Sakura's hand that she noticed the metal chain around his neck, with two titanium rings on it. She noted some engravings on each ring, but couldn't really see what it said. It had clinked softly together when he moved.
Sakura smiled slightly. So that was what the tinkling sound was, when he came to save me.
The moment was disrupted with a loud rumbling. Sasuke glared at Naruto, who in turn flushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He laughed nervously. Sakura giggled. Sasuke sighed.
"I guess it can't be helped," he muttered, standing up and dusting off the dirt from his pants. "We need to find some food and definitely some clothes for Sakura."
Sakura frowned and looked at herself, before her face flushed with colour; her tennis outfit was ruined. As in, torn in certain places…
Sasuke swiftly took off his trench coat, and tossed it nonchalantly to the rosette, who in turn gave him a questioning look.
"In the meantime, put that on," Sasuke instructed, gloved hands shoved deeps into his jean which looked like it had reached beyond the filthy stage a long time ago. He had a black button-down shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearm and a white t-shirt under that shirt. The weird thing was that the shirts looked clean, compared to the trench coat. But that isn't really saying much anyway.
Sakura took a moment to admire the muscles on his arm, before assessing his partner.
Naruto dressed less strangely than Sasuke, who, in her opinion, dressed like he was going on a date. But that simply meant that he knew how to dress well.
The blonde boy had on these slightly stained faded jeans, and a grey hoodie over an orange shirt. His orange sneakers were nearing the fluorescent limit.
"Wha – you mean I'm gonna start hanging around you guys now?" Sakura asked, rather hopeful as she snapped out of her near-ogling. Sasuke and Naruto looked at her as if her hair was pink. Oh wait, nevermind.
"Oh noooo. We're gonna kick you back out there after all the risks I took, trying to save your ass," Sasuke said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Sakura pouted, but muttered a small thanks. Sasuke glanced at her before nodding. He then turned to regard his blonde friend.
"Naruto, go get some food. I'll go get some clothes for Sakura," he said with an air of authority, his eyes drifting over Sakura's petite form before looking away. He was already making his way to the shelter door. Naruto huffed and stuck out his tongue at the Uchiha's back, before smiling at the Haruno and getting up, dashing out the shelter door before Sasuke could say anything else.
Naruto didn't question the Uchiha regarding why Sasuke got to get clothes for Sakura instead of Naruto himself. The blonde knew that the raven-haired boy was much, much, more stealthier than he'll ever be, if you catch my drift.
Sasuke frowned and titled his head to the side in confusion, before shaking his head with a soft sigh.
"Take care of yourself. We won't be long," Sasuke muttered over his shoulder to the girl before he closed the door.
Author's Note: Just review if you wanna.