The Holy One

By UnwantedSoul

I don't own Naruto.

I haven't written for a while…but at least I'm writing right?

Enjoy!

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Her emerald eyes shot open, as she hyperventilated, perspiration slowly trickling down her back.

Oh. Oh. Oh…It was just a dream. She thought.

Just a dream.

How she wished for it to be real; to see him again, to touch him again. It had only been a little while after he had passed and she had missed him terribly so already. The more she thought about it, the more she despised his murderer.

I'm going to get him. I swear. I am going to fucking kill that son of a bitch.

She turned and eyed the clock; which had said it was 3:52 in the morning. The girl closed her eyes and brushed her hair from her face. Warm, clear soft liquid dripped from her eyes onto her face.

Though this sadness than before, more than when she was drinking sake, even when she was feeling that uncomfortable poignant feeling.

This was worse.

So this is what it feels like to really cry… She thought.

[A/N: Yeah. When she was crying before, she wasn't as sad as now, since she just had a dream of talking to Naruto. Just. Just bear with me okay??]

She closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.

Drifted to sleep…

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The next day

Sakura lingered in her house, sitting quietly on her dusty wooden chair, rocking back and forward, back and forward…

Then the doorbell rang.

She sighed, as she got up and drifted toward the door.

"Hello, Ino."

"Hey, Sakura."

"How's life, Sakura?"

"…It's…fine."

Bull, just bull. Something is going on, and I think I know what's causing her to be so friggin' cranky. Ino thought.

"Come in, Ino, make yourself at home." The pink haired girl said, waving her into the house as she shut the door.

"Sakura! Your place is a mess! What happened to all the neat shininess that used to be in this house???" The blonde girl asked, amazed in how Sakura's home had turned into. "I just…got kind of into a rampage…With everything that just happened and stuff…" Sakura replied, sitting back down on her dusty wooden chair.

"I see. It's bothering you, isn't it. "

"It's none of your concern."

"Behh! Yes it is! I'm your best friend, Sakura! I care for you, and what you're doing right now is unhealthy!"

"Don't tell me what to do, okay? You're not my fucking mom!" Sakura screamed, her eyes narrowing as tears started flowing down her cheeks.

"Sakura I'm sorry I jus-"

"It's fine."

"Well… since it's a mess here, would you mind if I helped you clean up?"

"Sure."

As Ino started picking up all the fallen books and sheets of paper off the floor, she continued to stare at Sakura.

"What."

"Nothing…Just. Nothing.."

[A/N: OOOH SAKURA IS PMSING! Lol. Like it? Don't? If you don't, too bad! Go away! There's another chapter coming very soon, folks! And I am very tired right now…o.O]