"To Where You Are" by crestfallen teen
It's crestfallen teen again, back for the third chapter!!! I hope you'll love it since I made it slight humor… Haha… Thanks for those who appreciate this story… It's quite disappointing I didn't receive much reviews but it is okay (thumbs up!!!). I'll still do my best! That's a promise…
CHAPTER 3: Memento
Continuation…
"Wait! You please take thi—"
Why did the floor have to be wet?
She slipped because of the merciless floor.
He was stopped.
And the dumplings?
They fell right to his dark blue shirt.
How careless.
He was so pissed off.
She held her head low sheepishly.
She was expecting a loud rebuke.
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"Be careful"
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She tilted her head to face him with disbelief.
Did he really say that???
"I might get even one time..." He smirked.
He was just joking.
But it wasn't funny, though.
It kinda scared the hell out of her.
What?!
"I hate you, you're such a cucumber man!"
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He was awakened by the excruciating dream and found himself drenched in his perspiration. It was the dream again when he thought nothing could bother him now. His chest rose and dropped in a certain rhythm as he caught his breath.
Green eyes
He could hear his heavy breathing.
Why the so much mystery he had to solve?
He brushed his arm against his sweaty forehead and stood up painfully. His body hasn't felt so heavy before. The more he dreamt of it, the more the dream felt real and the more the pain felt real too.
He folded the mattress neatly then rolled the futon in one place to clear the small space of the room. It was about time to prepare himself for the long search he had to do.
He had to know the role she once played in his life.
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Sayaka watched her sister worked hysterically as though there was no more time left. She wore her red apron that she forgot to take off after preparing meals while she watered the plants that were displayed outside the inn.
"Hey, you're overdoing it. You're here for a vacation." The older Haruno asked while counting the money that was at the counter.
"It's not good to relax so much, Nee-chan." Sakura hurried to the vendo machine and bought a soda in can.
"I wonder why Uchiha-san leaves so early. What's he into?"
It's raining dumplings today…
"I have no idea. Anyway, why don't we go to the festival?" The pink-head took off her apron and sat at the round, oak table.
Did she mean to change the topic? Hmm…
"Sure. Let's bring Uchiha-san with us. What do you think?"
Why don't she quit bringing that Uchiha in the scene?
"For what?" Sakura cocked a brow.
"So at least before he leaves he'll remember us. And let's give him a little memento." Sayaka told her.
"Memento? That's a good idea…"
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Today is pepper cookies day!
A really surprising memento,
For the cucumber man!
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It was late in the afternoon when Sakura decided to have a little snack after all the chores that she had finished. With all the energy left, she climbed the stairs and held the metal bar to support her worn out body with the other hand holding a plate of freshly baked cookies and biscuits. She instantly drew back when she spotted the raven-head at the balcony. She leaned on the wall and inhaled deeply.
Good, the victim's already here.
Go Sakura!
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"What are you doing there?"
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"I'm here to have some snack, Uchiha. And… I brought some cookies. Want some?" She finally went near him and stood at the balcony.
She was virtually ignored.
"Take it as a peace offering, Uchiha. I'm sorry for last night."
He eyed her as though he was suspicious.
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She looked at his hand intently as it took one cookie from the plate laid on the cement partition.
The cookie was coming close.
It was closer.
It was right before his mouth.
His lips parted.
She gulped apprehensively.
He paused.
Faster.Faster.Faster.
"Haruno," He said in his smooth voice.
"Huh?"
Shoot.
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He placed it in her mouth.
It was hot.
In fact, flaming hot!
Her eyes were teary with so much spice.
What a bad, bad day!
xOxOxOxOx
Another day had gone by…
She peeped behind a door and saw a figure slumped on the couch inside the Japanese style room. It was good to know the cucumber man was there in his room. She could now perform her modus operandi. Good. Good.
Go Sakura! You can do it this time!
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Uchiha-san I'm bringing some receipts you have to sign."
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The door opened as the said tall guy went to face her.
"Please sign." The clumsy girl with crimson tresses showed an unworldly smile and held sheets of paper to his face.
She also held a black retractor pen that looked really familiar.
He got the receipts.
He got the pen as well and examined it silently.
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An Uchiha Marketing symbol…
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"You're giving me a shock pen?"
It looked typical outside but taking it as a normal pen is a no-no.
You're not gonna dupe me.
It was good that it was one of their marketing products.
"No, no. How could you say it's a shock pen? Please sign."
"You forgot to write the amount to pay on this one. I have to know before I'll sign it." He said, calmly.
Shoot.
I'm dead.
"Write it. I hate waiting."
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
I hate cucumbers!
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"Hey, where are you going?"
When she entered the room, Sakura found her amber-haired replica arranging a pile of clothes on a black luggage.
"There was an emergency call from our relatives. Uncle had an accident and he was rushed to the hospital. I have to go there and watch after him." Sayaka said almost without punctuations.
"How about me? Can't I just come along?"
And keep away from the cucumber.
"You have to watch after the inn and I'll do my part at Suna. Undestand?"
The cherry-head was quiet.
"Now take care."
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"…Same to you." Sakura embraced the older lady beside her.
She was always the obedient sister although headstrong sometimes.
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It was almost time to lock the inn when Sakura decided to eat her meal. That night, it was raining hard. It was as though the sky joined her in her sadness. Her sister called a little earlier and had given the appalling news— their uncle had passed away.
It was weird that she had kept every light in the inn open; she feared darkness so much especially now that she had to be alone. The thought of someone dying even added to her fears…
She left her sister's assistant at the counter and went upstairs to get a pack of instant noodles stocked in their room. Instant noodles were really convenient whenever she got laid-back to cook.
She turned the knob of their room and made enough space for her to get in.
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Clasp of thunders
The pack she took almost fell from her hands.
Another loud clasp of thunders
And then it was all in pitch black
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The electric post was hit by thunder and had caused black-out in that vicinity. The Haruno's inn was no exclusion.
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"Sakura-san! Where are you?" A voice echoed by the passageway.
It sounded like it was their assistant.
She had been searching for Sakura for hours since the shutdown.
She was afraid of darkness.
But more than that, she feared thunder even more.
A girl's still a girl.
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Downstairs
Not here.
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Room 1
Not here.
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Room 2
Not here.
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Room 3
Not here.
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Room 7
Not here.
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Laundry Area
Not here.
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Heavy breathing…
"Sakura-san!!!" Said a voice getting in a more stressed tone
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She hugged her knees tightly.
Footsteps…
The sound was coming to where she was.
And she knew the person held some light.
The footsteps had stopped.
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The door before her opened as the light emitted by the flashlight casted a diagonal line that incrementally crawled across her face as the door opened wider.
Cucumber man?
She wanted to say it but her lips defied her.
"Stand up."
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"Haruno,"
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He ducked to help her stand and get her out of the cramped closet.
"We've been looking for you."
"I-I'm scared, Uchiha." Her voice quavered.
How come she feared thunder so much?
She snaked her arms on his shoulders tightly.
His body tensed.
He wasn't used to it.
Her body was trembling and he could feel it.
Pitiful…
"Please don't leave me…"
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END OF CHAPTER
…I'm so sorry I was really in a hurry when I made this one. I hope it will do. I'm really sorry… I'll do my best this fourth chapter I swear. Please review if you think it's worth continuing. Thanks…
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