Promise Chapter 5, a naruto fanfic

I'M SORRY TIMES A MILLION!!

I know, no need to yell, it took a long time to update. Well…I don't know if it's much of an excuse but I have STAR testing all week, I'm weaving a basket, and I have to study geometry for next year so I can learn Algebra II at home. A question for anyone who goes to a private high school or graduated from that kind of high school…I need to skip a math level in order to get into Calculus BC in my senior year…I think I need to go to geometry this year and get tutored on Algebra II at home. Is this a good idea? It's the best I've got. And the school won't let me take two math classes.

Anyways…read and review!

P.S. I GET MY BRACES OFF TOMORROW!!

Dammit. I keep on forgetting that Sasuke is still at least partially blind. Keep that in mind.

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"INO!!"

A flash of pink could be seen flying toward a blonde nurse leaning against a wall flirting with some new, seductive doctor from another institute. The woman named Ino immediately dodged her fellow nurse's iron hands and dashed to the nearest door.

"Sakura calm down! What's Tsunade gonna think when she hears you accidentally murdered your best friend?"

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!! TEME'S CONSTANT PASSING OUT IS GIVING ME HEART ATTACKS!!"

"Say what?"

The wild-like girl dragged her companion into the ladies room. After checking for any shoes under the stalls, Sakura spun around and began ranting to Ino.

"I swear he passes out almost twice a week! And every time he does, I'm scared shitless. What if Teme dies because I didn't know what to do?! Well?! How's that gonna look good on my application for another job after I get fired?! 'Hi my name is Haruno Sakura and I was fired from the Recovery Institute for Wounded Soldiers because my patient died after he passed out because I was just standing around waiting for it to pass!"

"…I'm guessing that you are slightly upset cause Teme passes out after he gets a memory jog?"

"JUST A BIT!"

"…Sometimes I wonder how I ever became friends with you Haruno."

"Yeah, yeah. What do I do? Should I just transfer Teme to another capable nurse in this hospital?"

"Yeah Sakura-chan. Transfer him over to me please!"

Quickly, the two women jerked their heads to a certain anorexic red head leaning against the bathroom doorway. Though being rude to a fellow nurse could possibly get you fired, the blonde glared at Osami's stick-like figure. Haruno straightened up and stared coldly at her coworker.

"Good afternoon Osami-san."

"Hey Sak. Hey Ino-bitch."

"You mother fucking son of a—"

"Now, now don't be mad. Just because Shika-kun liked me better that you doesn't mean—"

As the enraged female lunged toward the shrieking red head, Sakura grabbed her colleague by the waist and reeled her in before she could capture her prey.

"…Ino, calm down. Just forget it."

Osami and Ino came from the same neighborhood and, surprisingly enough, used to be very good friends. A lazy ass genius boy called Shikamaru had been one of Ino's best friends since childhood and later, her biggest crush. Though Osami was Ino's closest girl friend, the blonde always felt a wall of mistrust toward the red head, and because of that, Ino rarely ever told Osami any of her secrets. Her distrust actually proved to be a good choice because through an anonymous source, Osami found out that Ino liked Shikamaru…a lot. Though it was obvious that the red head had more model-like looks than that of Ino's and was at that time considered the prettiest girl in her grade, she had the need to destroy any relationship her friend might have with a boy. So a week later, Osami announced to everyone at Charles Bordwick Elementary/Middle School that she and Shikamaru were dating. This news crushed Ino's heart, but what really hurt was when Osami whispered to the blonde, "Ha, I stole you're man bitch. Watcha gonna do about it now?" That day, Ino came home with bandages around her bloody knuckles and a note from the principal, stating she was suspended for three days for 'using unnecessary violence on an honor roll classmate.'

The worst part was that the red headed bitch actually seemed nice at first appearance. When Haruno first greeted her future colleague, her first impression was that Osami was a pretty girl with locks of flaming red hair flying down her back. Her high career status at the recovery building more than hinted her success as a nurse. All in all, Sakura had the slightest urge to befriend this 'perfect' girl. And she probably would have if not for Ino and Hinata's advice.

"Osami-san what do you want? And please don't use that nickname for me. I prefer Sakura."

"Aww Sak, this nickname matches you perfectly!"

"Get to the point bitch."

"Takes one to know one. Anyways Sakura, I accidentally overheard your conversation. Truthfully, I wouldn't' mind taking care of—what was his name—Teme for the rest of his recovery time."

"Oh…thanks…I guess."

"Why the hell do you want to take care of that guy for anyway?"

"I just wanted to help Sakura with her patient's issues, bitch. Got a problem with that?"

"Go fuck yourself."(whispers to Sakura) "I'll bet a months salary that she's trying to fuck Teme."

"Well Sak? What do you say?"

The pink haired nurse stared blankly at Osami. What the hell? She's serious about giving up my patient?

"…I'm sorry Osami-san. I was just ranting my stress to Ino. Actually, I don't think Tsunade would allow me to give up on this responsibility."

Haruno could have sworn flames shot out of the red head's eyes, trying to sizzle hers and Ino's bodies.

"Oh…okay then. Well, I was just offering. Bye Sak. See ya Ino-bitch."

Osami slithered out the door, as quiet and sly as a snake, the loss of her presence sending chills shivering up the two women's spines.

"…She's up to something. I know it."

"Yeah, well we can't do much about it now."

"Haruno, you better watch your back. She does things nobody with a heart could even think of. It's crazy."

"Big shit. I can take care of myself."

"…sure ya can. Sakura Haruno, the girl who ran into poles because her humungous forehead was buried three feet deep in medical textbooks, is going to be able to defend herself one handed against a mastermind evil slut who, I heard, nearly murdered a group of kids who trashed her car and sleeps with nine different men a week. I believe in you. Really."

"You can take your sarcasm and shove it up your ass."

"Oooohhhh…ouch, that burned."

(rolls eyes) "Whatever."

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"Sasuke-kun!"

"Sasuke kun! Come here! Mama misses you!"

"Mother!"

Leaning down next to an open doorway was an exotic raven haired beauty. Though she also had an older son that was already in middle school, her baby Sasuke was just barely 6 years old and extremely adorable. The little boy came dashing up the front yard garden and into his mother's arms.

"Sasuke-kun, I have something to tell you."

"What is it Mother?"

"You see…and I already told Itachi…your father and I won't be able to come home for a while."

"Mother…you just got back."

"I know sweetie. I'm sorry."

The child pushed away from his mother, stared up into his parent's sad eyes and turned away.

"Mother…when will you come home?"

"I don't know."

-static-

A few years later. A raven haired boy is sitting under a swing he and his brother built in a secluded park. His once bright eyes have darkened with contempt, and that brilliant smile that washed over his face during childhood had been gradually molded into a constant frown. Sometimes, the child might give out a mocking smirk.

"SASUKE-KUN!!"

A group of elementary school girls came rushing toward the boy, screaming his name. As they approached, Sasuke leaped off the swing and disappeared behind a bush. After 15 minutes of searching, the fan girls finally gave up and left the park. Sasuke watched, kneeling behind an overgrown rose bush, waiting for the coast to be clear.

A hand suddenly shot up from behind the boy and grabbed his right shoulder with inhuman force. If it were anyone else, they might have screamed in terror. The boy though, didn't even flinch. A tiny smile crept across his morose face.

"The girls are after ya Uchiha."

"hn."

"…Hey aren't you gonna talk?"

"…no."

"Emo boy."

"Forehead girl."

"You know, usually I'd punch your perfect little face black and blue, but since today's so special, I'll let that insult pass."

"What's so special about today?"

"Idiot. And I thought you were your class genius. Today's the 31st day I get to hang out with you. It's also the last time I'll ever see you again in like…a long time."

Suddenly the air around the two children stilled was invaded with invisible tension. The raven haired boy was shocked, but he didn't move an inch.

"What?"

"My…foster parents…are moving us to another city. It's really far away."

"…How far away?"

"…It's secluded…in the countryside…about 5 hours on a plane plus a two hour drive."

"…hn."

"You'll…you'll still keep your promise right?"

"…hn."

"Sasuke?"

"…Yes."

The Uchiha turned around, about to hug this girl goodbye. The memory faded and his vision slipped from clear to dull…to a blur of colors. He only had a quick glimpse of the girl's face before Sasuke awoke. Such pretty green eyes. And cotton candy pink hair. He liked her forehead, even if it was unnaturally large.

"Sir? Sir? Are you paying attention?"

Teme opened his eyes, responding to the doctor's question. He had somehow managed to zone out during his eye examination.

"Hn."

"What color is this?"

"Yellow."

"This?"

"Red."

"This?"

"Black."

"This?"

"…hn."

"…Your eyesight is alright for now. At least, in your present condition. The color of this card was red and pink. Your eyes seem to be having trouble adjusting to small objects and mixtures of colors. It is very hard for you separate colors that are closely related to each other."

"…when will hey be fully healed?"

"Hard to say. You see, though your body is doing a remarkable job healing the wounds that are close to your skin, the eyes are more delicate and easily damaged. Your progress right now is slightly slow, but still normal. At this rate, I'd say it'd take at least three months…maybe more. But…"

"But what?"

The doctor winced and turned away from his patient, his eyes burning a hole through the medical papers in his hands.

"The damage done to your eyes was severe. I can't guarantee that your eyesight will be fully recovered. It…it just might stay the way it is now forever."

"…hn."

Just then, a plump middle aged nurse popped her head into the dark room and called out, quite cheerfully.

"Dr. Genii, another patient is waiting!"

"Alright. Send him in."

Teme left the room, escorted by another worker in—what he called—'the jailhouse for the crippled and damned.'

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"What are you moping around for?"

Ever since Teme got back from his eye examination, he had been staring off into space with something dark burning in his eyes. The male was indeed antisocial and a pessimist, but he seemed downright depressed and almost emo right now.

"Earth to Teme?"

"Hn."

"Today's pretty hot. It's over 90 degrees outside."

"…" silence.

"Well…how did your test go? Any good news?"

The raven haired man glared coldly in the direction of his nurse's voice, daring her to say anything else related to his eye examination.

"…no."

"Oh. Well, maybe next time will be better."

"Hn."

Haruno frown at her patient's uninformative grunts. Teme was her patient and it was her job to make sure he was comfortable for his stay here at the recovery building. The black aura emitting from the man gave Sakura even more determination to 'happy up' his blue mood. The problem was, though Sakura naturally made people laugh with her clumsiness and naïve ways, she had no idea how to brighten up Teme's disposition.

"…so…did you remember anything about your past that you want to talk about?"

Still scowling, the man stared at the female, as if waiting to strike out if she should say anything that would upset his temper even more.

"…hn."

"Yes? No? Maybe?"

The memories that Sasuke did recall were vague and gave little information (at least to him) about his past. A few minutes ago, the stubborn male would have kept his mouth shut and refuse to tell Sakura anything. But now he felt an unshakable urge to tell this youthful, ditzy female everything he remebered. This uncontrollable feeling made it seem like it was Sasuke's duty to confess his thoughts to Haruno.

"…I have an older brother. My parents died in the war when I was really young."

"Okay."

"…there was this girl. With pink hair and green eyes. I think I knew her."

Sakura's chest felt as if a coil of rope was slowly tightening around her ribs.

Pink hair and green eyes? Must be talking about you here.

No way. I couldn't possibly have met him before.

Oh yeah? What about that Sasuke Uchiha kid you met at the swing when you were abandoned by your parents? Teme might just be him.

…I...I…don't know.

"…she called me Emo boy and I, Forehead girl. I made a some kind of promise to her."

The air turned thick and suffacating; Haruno had to strain to fill her constricted lungs with oxygen.

"…I remember my name now."

"…what is it?"

Sasuke's head turned; he waited, almost as if unsure about the effect of this information on Sakura, before he finally spoke.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha."

Sakura couldn't breathe; a short moment later, the overheated nurse fainted and fell to the ground.

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Thank you everyone for reading!

I know I was slow updating.(hangs head in shame) I'LL TRY TO UPDATE FASTER NEXT TIME!

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i hate this new fanfic style. i cant do anything with it. (frowns at the computer)