Can't Let Go Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Classes were always tough. It was just something that I had gotten used to whilst being at Tokyo University.
Everyone was extremely competitive with each other so I couldn't afford to be quiet, Haruno Sakura who blended into the background any longer.
I had a natural affinity towards medical sciences, so I excelled. My professor adored me.
There were plenty of bad things about the place, but, there were also plenty of good things.
Tenten was one of the good things.
She was originally in most of my classes until she switched her focus to History of weaponry.
We remained good friends, however, and sometimes it is nice to speak with someone I trust who doesn't know about all the problems of the past.
"Hey Sakura, what's up?" She greeted me casually when I sat at her table in the café.
"Nothing really, just wanted to catch up. How's your course going?"
Tenten's brown eyes lit up at the sound of that "Oh you have no idea. I know you're into all that blood and guts stuff, but it just doesn't seem to do it for me. I can have both: The cool pointy weapons and the blood and guts as a result of them. I just learnt today that a…"
I stopped her with a look showing that I really didn't want to know and she just grinned.
"How can you be a doctor if you're squeamish?" She teased.
"Hey, look," I protested "Just because I fix peoples' wounds doesn't mean I want to know how they got them. That's just too far."
We joked around for a while but then Tenten just had to bring up the dreaded subject.
"You're going to Hebi's concert right?"
"Nope."
Tenten just stared at me with her mouth wide open.
"Why the HELL not?!"
I shrugged "Just don't wanna. Is that a problem?" My eyebrow was raised high on my forehead.
"Well, yeah," Tenten was flabbergasted, "It has got to be the biggest event since… forever!"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, not everyone likes Hebi. I personally think that they're overrated."
"But… But Uchiha Sasuke is just so… HOT!"
"And that automatically must make me like his music?" I found it extremely funny watching her struggle for an answer.
I took pity on her and changed the subject. "How's life with Mr Hinata's cousin?" Tenten's face immediately turned to that of one who is extremely lovesick.
"Wonderful." Her girlish tone, that didn't suit tomboy Tenten at all, was enough to make me sick.
I had set Tenten up with Hyuuga Neji when Hinata had complained on her cousin's lack of love life. Tenten was a great influence of the stoic Neji and, what was more important was, he respected her. It took a lot for the Hyuuga to admit that to anyone.
"I know I was the one to set you up and all, but I don't really see what you see in him. Seems too cold for my liking."
"He is not!" Tenten cried in outrage, "He is amazing! Sure, it took a while to break down his cold exterior, but when I did he became the best, warm boyfriend ever! And even if he is cold sometimes, cold men are HOT!"
"So that's why Uchiha Sasuke is 'hot' then?"
"Exactly!"
I laughed at my friends wild way of thinking and finished off the last of my coffee.
"I better be off then. I'll see you later, OK?"
"Sure, sure. Even though I think you're utterly mad not going to the concert."
"Bye Tenten."
Laughing quietly to myself I exited the café. Now that I was getting on with my life, things seemed so much clearer.
Why had I been so blind to it before? It sounds terribly cliché and movie worthy, but it is honestly true.
Life had so much to enjoy!
The street that I had to walk down to get to my apartment was unusually busy, and I was confused at the huddle of people that were surrounding the Italian place where they did the best cheese and tomato pizza I have ever eaten.
"OH MY GOD! THERE HE IS!!!" A woman shrieked in such a high pitch that I truly believed my eardrums were going to burst.
I turned my head slowly.
I think I knew, before I saw the person, who it was.
It's obvious, right?
Yes, it was Sasuke.
Pictures just don't do him justice. He is amazingly handsome. Many people would say he has no flaws, but I know better.
He has a small scar under his eyebrow where Naruto hit him with a branch when they were playing 'war'.
He is slightly short-sighted, but would never consent to getting glasses. If his eyesight has gotten any worse he probably uses contacts.
Then there is the obvious personality issue. He is certainly not perfect.
I hate him.
Oh God, I'm thinking about him.
Oh my word I thought I had gotten over him.
Geez, I sound like a stalker with all the things that I know about him.
Flipping heck, I think I'm hyper ventilating.
I will not swear. I will not swear.
Oh my god, Uchiha Sasuke is standing a couple of metres away from me. UCHIHA SASUKE!
I'm a fan girl. Great, another thing to add to the list of embarrassing things that I am doing.
I walked away. I walked as fast as my legs could carry me.
I'm just not ready to face this kind of thing. I am over him, yes, but being over him when I am a thousand miles away and being over him when he is standing just in front of me are extremely different things.
Unfortunately, it just so happened that to get to my apartment you had to travel round the crowd of screaming fans.
I tried to go by unnoticed, but suddenly, a woman came bursting out from the mess of people and bumped head on into me. She tripped and fell, but I managed to get my balance before I could fall on the floor. I though I was lucky, until I saw just exactly who this woman was.
Red hair. Red eyes. Glasses. Provocative dress. There was no doubt about it, this woman was Fujiwara Karin.
"You STUPID GIRL!" She screamed at me "How dare you trip ME up?!"
I realised that angering thins woman further was probably not the best of plans, so I tried apologising.
"I'm so sorry, I never meant…"
"Do you think I give a damn about what you meant? You're probably just wanting publicity just like the rest of these blood sucking vultures who are desperate for Sasuke-kun's attention. You are disgusting." She spat the words at me in such a vile tone that I couldn't help but be angry back.
"For your information, you were the one who ran into me, and, all I want to do is get home to my apartment which just so happens to be down this road. So gladly keep your false accusation to yourself." I was vicious and I couldn't help but let my previous dislike for the keyboard player affect the way I spoke to her. But then again, she had only lived up to everything I had judged about her.
"What's going on here?" A deep voice said from beside where me and Fujiwara were standing.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that this was all some sort of bad dream.
These sorts of things do not happen in real life.
The world is a big place. If you decide never to speak or see them again you probably won't.
So, why does this keep happening to me?!
"Sasuke-kun, this girl, first attacks and then insults me without any reason. She deserves to rot in a jail cell or…"
"Karin."
The red head jumped at the man's voice. She stopped speaking immediately.
"Let's go."
Always straight to the point. He probably hasn't changed much then. A shame.
I could not bring myself to look at his face. I've changed so much since high school, but I couldn't be doing with the trouble that would follow should he recognise me.
"Okay." Fujiwara was obviously infatuated with her band mate and started to walk away.
The crowd of fans were still obsessing over the other two band mates but many were looking for their hero.
"Hn." This familiar sound was too much for me, I had to look up. I couldn't help it, my body acted against me.
I saw his black hair and pale skin, his tall frame and broad shoulders that had developed since his days of being a teenager.
All the feelings that had faded since I had gained my closure came rushing back to me.
No, no, no! I would not be so weak as to just fall to him.
My heart stopped when he looked up to see the woman that was causing his friend so much trouble.
His eyes. Still as black as the night. Still some of the most beautiful eyes I had seen on a guy.
But they showed no recognition. No sign, however small, that he knew me.
He had such an emotionless mask that it was hard for me to believe anything other than the fact that when he had left school that day he had not given me a second thought.
It felt worse than when he punched me in the stomach.
I never meant anything to him, huh?
Well, screw this.
I turned and walked swiftly away without turning back once.
I am not a teenager anymore. I will not be broken. I am not weak.
I'm not going to wallow in self-pity. Cause the truth of the matter is, my life is not that bad at all.
I've got a job. I've got friends. I'm on a great course at a great university.
I'm sick of sounding like a broken record.
I've moved on. End of.
I got far away from the crowd and Fujiwara and Hebi and Sasuke.
I could finally breathe easily.
So, I've seen him once again, I suppose it is a good thing. Now if I ever accidentally walk anywhere near where he is I will not feel the terror I felt a couple of minutes ago.
I could not stop the feeling of rejection building up inside my chest, even to the best of my efforts.
I hate him.
There is nothing he can do to change that.
He has lost my trust and I hold grudges.
It's not like I'll ever speak to him anyway.
He's a celebrity. I'm a nobody.
"Did you honestly think that I was just going to let you walk away like that?" A slightly out of breath voice said from behind me.
"I'm not stupid. I know that it's you…"
A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me round.
"…Sakura."
It's been quite a while, but I have been incredibly busy. This chapter is quite rushed, but I wanted to make sure that it was updated. Please read and review!