LoveSick Melody
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A/N: Sorry that I'm not the greatest writer in the world to catch even the smallest mistakes in my writing. You can say I'm working on it. Sorry for that all right? And you guys don't really have to point out EVERY SINGLE DETAIL that I messed up on. On that note, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Oh, by the way this chapter has point of views of Ino and Sasuke. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you guys are smart enough to find out who is who. Oh and before you go on, SOBA is supposed to be SOBA okay? Not SODA. GOSH.
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The next morning I was pretty energetic. I left Sasuke on the couch last night and I kissed him, it wasn't the smartest thing in the world but it was one of the best things I had ever done in my life. I heard ruffling of sheets from the room beside me and I peeked my head out from the kitchen and saw Sasuke groaning. A smile appeared on my face staring at his discomfort, I just wanted to laugh, "Good morning, Sasuke. Would you like some food? I could cook something before I leave, I was just packing my lunch."
"As if I could it." he grumpily replied.
My good mood went flying out of the window, just like that, "Fine. There is some leftover food from last night's dinner. Re-heat them and eat them for lunch. Naruto-kun and I were waiting forever for you to come home and eat dinner." It surprised me greatly that he had suddenly became more alert as if he wasn't drinking the night before.
"What the hell were you thinking?! You brought him into this house while I was gone?!"
"Hey! For your information, Naruto-kun came right before you called saying that you were going to be late. I was planning on us eating together!" I scratched my head as the irritation was getting to me, "Besides, couldn't you call a bit earlier? It's partly your fault then it is mine."
"So?"
"So what, Sasuke?"
"Did you take the opportunity to fool around?" his face was serious. Sasuke's onyx eyes were staring deeply into mine waiting for my answer to that question.
"Wh..." I froze momentarily then the emotions that I bottled up just blew up, "Where in the world would there be a daughter who would actually tell their father that?! If there is actually a daughter existing then I would like to meet her! What do you even think I am? Some sort of slut that throws myself around to every guy I see walking around the corner?! Plus, it doesn't even involve you!"
"Yes it does!!" He exploded also. His eyes showed anger and some sort of passion, "Sakura, we have lived in this house together for years. I wouldn't want you to use this house for such things. And I don't think of you as a slut! Your mother taught you better than that! "
My heart ached, he still loved my mother. But of course he does, that's why he still keeps me around. I mean, honestly, if he didn't have any feelings for my mother then he wouldn't even care about me. I decided from that point I would come clean, "Fine. I'll tell you. He tried to put some moves on me on that couch you're sitting on. From now on, I'll make sure I will do those things in appropriate places." I just ran, I didn't want to hear him yelling at me. He was already mad at he was and I was already getting late for school. From behind me, I heard him yell out 'damnit' and then he flipped the coffee table over.
Even though we're always together. Why does he still feel so far away?
"Sakura! Sakura wake up!" I shook the body next to me. Sakura was dead asleep maybe it was the whole father complex she keeps on whining about. It probably took a big toll on her when she was mentioning it to us the other day. "Hinata, can you wake up Sakura? She won't move an inch." The first thing Hinata did was check her temperature. She suddenly pulled her hand back and gasped.
"She has a terrible fever!" she said.
I nodded and that was all I needed to hear, "Help me out, let's take her to the nurse." I took one of her arms and slung it over mine as Hinata did the same to her right side. We both limped our best friend to the nurses station. As we entered the room, the nurse who was sitting down typing something into her computer immediately stood up and told us to place Sakura onto a white unoccupied bed.
"My dear! What in the earth happened to her?"
"We have no idea, the bell rang and I guess she fell asleep. Ino found her dead asleep on her desk. Oh, Ino go and call Uchiha-san and tell him to come by and pick up Sakura-chan. She'll have to go home."
I ran towards the nursing station. Once I got the call from Sakura's good friend Ino, I ditched my car and ran to Sakura's school. Waiting in traffic wasn't really on the top of my list at the moment. What a father would do for his step-daughter. I reached the door and quickly, I pulled it open. Although I expected to see Ino and Hinata standing over Sakura I saw Naruto. That same brat that pulled his moves against Sakura.
"Hello." he greeted polietly.
A little scoff erupted from my through as I didn't return the greeting back. At the moment, I really didn't want to deal with him. I just went straight to the point, "How is she?"
"Sakura-chan has a very high fever but the nurse has left a bottle of medicine for her to drink."
I took the information in, "Thank you... C'mon Sakura, we're going home." I leaned over to her side and picked her up in a way a man would carry his first child. Or how a man would carry his bride.
"Can you tell Sakura-chan something for me? Tell her that we should break up and I hope things go well with the man she truly loves with all her heart." Naruto started to walk out but I needed to know something. I had to find out, "Wait a minute. Last night while I was gone.."
"Pfft! Nothing happened, she turned me down." he seemed pretty blunt with the statement. Naruto started to laugh while I was pretty humiliated. That little brat. I'll get him one day.
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"Sakura.." I whispered out. It was about time that she drank her medicine. The clock was nearing six at night and she still was knocked out cold. I called her name out again a bit louder this time, and yet she lied like a dead dog. Her skin was a bit paler and that usual pink flowing hair was duller and was flatly laying there without that shine it usually gave off.
The cup filled with the needed medicine was in my left hand. There was no use, I knew I just had to give her this medicine one way or another. Gulping it down, I leaned in to give her mouth to mouth. It was wrong, but it needed to be done. My lips pried her cold ones open and the substance slid from my mouth and into hers.
Once I leaned back, I realized that no parent would do that. I shut my eyes as I remembered at my exhibit that when a man commented my painting of Sakumo, and he said that it looked more like Sakura. Maybe it was, all I remember when I was painting it was a female with pink hair and some emerald eyes.
Also, along with that memory. Another strong one was the night she kissed me and implied that she had fallen in love with me.
I groggily sat up and moaned. My head was pounding and I just wanted it to end. What had happened yesterday? I couldn't remember anything. My emerald eyes scanned myself and I was in my room laying in my bed, "I'm still in my uniform?" I asked myself. My head snapped up and I screamed, "Sasuke?!"
He also shot up instantly, "Sakura? Do you feel better?" Sasuke placed his hand on my slightly large forehead and my cheeks turned a darker shade of red, his eyes looked so focused. "Good. Your fever has gone down. Thank god." Water gathered up in my eyes. He took care of me, Sasuke took care of me.
He cared for me.
My body reacted on its own. All of a sudden, I pressed my body against his. "I'm still weak. I'm recovering.. So just spoil me for now." I said, streams of tears running down my face. I wanted to be with him. Spend my time with him and just adore him.
"You're such a kid." said Sasuke contently. I kept on hugging him because the tone in his voice hinted that he also didn't mind me spending my time with him, "Get off me already!" he complained. Laughing my ass off, I pulled back.
A few hours later I felt all better. My grin showed how great I felt because it was as wide as it could be. There was nothing wrong with my life at the moment, "You definitely look better like that. Smiling foolishly with no worries." His face was placed upon the palm of his hand watching every move I make. If I was dating him then I would have commented on how drop dead georgous he looked just by that pose. He should paint some self portraits.
"I have my own worries ya know."
"Hm. Really? Tell me, I'll try to help you out."
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"Hey Sakura! Come here for a second!" I couldn't look Sasuke in his onyx eyes when I greeted him. What happened the other day was just to odd, "It's Dad remember? Anyway today's dinner will be this!" I looked at the picture his finger was laid beside and it was just a few rice bowls with some beef. What was so special about that? I guess I'll have to run to the store to buy ingredients though.
"Sure, I'll go down to get some stuff right now."
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As I was walking down the aisle filled with bean sprouts and other stuff a man about the age fourty called out my name, "Sakura? Is that you? My, you have gotten so pretty. You're a young lady now. I'm surprised."
"Uh... Who??"
"You don't remember me? I'm your father." Father?? This man does look a bit like me. The nose and ears, but that's about it, "Where are you living now a days? It's been seven years since we've seen each other. Do you want to get a bite to eat?" No, I don't. I wanted to say that but a picture of Sasuke kept flooding into my mind.
"I..I'm sorry, I have to go and make dinner right now."
"Oh. What a shame. Maybe we could catch up sometime tell me where I can reach you."
"I'm in a hurry," I lied, "So I have to go." I ran. My body hid in a alleyway and I watched my real father pass by, looking for me. I wasn't stupid, nor deaf. His voice was clearly calling my name, constantly telling to me to wait but that old man couldn't run to save the universe. As soon as the coast was clear, I set off home. Once I started making dinner I thought about my real father. He looked older then the last time I have seen him.
He was not something all that special. He's a drunk. Probably asking around for money. A sharp pain shot thorugh my left hand as I pulled it back, "Christ! I told you to not to forget the soba, but you forgot it anyway! You're so useless!" Why did he have to get so mad about it? It was just soba. My pink hair was pinned back as I chewed on my bottom lip. Should he know? He has a right doesn't he?
"I saw father today.." I slowly stated.
"Whose?" he asked.
I looked away, "M-Mine."
"And?"
My eyes shifted towards my lap, " I ran away. I know that he is my real father but.. I just couldn't help it. It was strange and I was so scared. And I found myself running away. He said he wanted to see me again - " I noticed how his onyx orbs widened in shock, "But.."
"So what are you going to do? Are you going to see him again?"
"Uh. No, I don't have any reason to see him. I ran away didn't I?"
After that, Sasuke remained silent. And when I stated that I was leaving for school I just heard a very faint, 'okay'. What was wrong with him? Was there something about my real father that I should know about? What was so hard about speaking his mind anyway?! He's always so quite and expresses himself by painting. By now he's probably painting some random picture. Maybe he thinks lowly of my dad. Or maybe it was the soba. If that is the case then he's the little kid!
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Loving someone that would get you so mad sometimes is so hard. How did my mother do it? With two men nonetheless.
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A/N: All right. Peace. REVIEW! TAKING REQUESTS CHECK OUT MY PROFILE!