A/N: Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews. Forgive me on such a late update. I would have uploaded this last night, but it wasn't letting me log in! I was so mad!! Anyway, I wrote Chapter 4 basically all last night, but my friend Jayy proofread it so it should be good. Yeah, Chapter 5 will be uploaded as soon as I write it. Possibly this week, if not...sometime after Wednesday and Thursday of next week because I have my English Regents :(. Anyway, thank you again, and thank you if you've read this!
Yet again...
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Italics – Flashbacks.
Italics/Regular – Flashbacks with regular text is a flashback in a flashback...hopefully that makes sense.
And Italics/Boldused with regular text it stressing the point!
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UMM, again...
Did I create Naruto?
Nooo.
Did I create this fanfiction?
Yesss.
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Retrogression
By: dark dreamerx
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Chapter 4
(Have fun!)
Cold.
Lonely.
He felt dead.
Walls gray.
Hard, concrete floors.
Silence.
Except his breathing.
He would move,
but...
Binded.
His wrists.
And legs.
Forbidden jutsu.
He scoffed.
Konoha sinned.
Stolid expression.
A week;
no visitors.
Smirk.
Silence.
Silence.
He was a traitor,
after all.
He didn't expect anyone.
He was a living corpse.
Another smirk.
Death amused him.
He'd had so many close encounters already,
nothing was new.
When his nerves were erratic.
When his heart sunk;
a cold abyss.
But that was before.
When he was frightened...
the very thought had scared him.
He guffawed.
An echo met his ear.
Like bloody hell he'd be afraid now.
It was just a state of closure.
What was so intimidating about not breathing?
He whispered, unconsciously,
"Everything."
Yet...
that meaning was not in his dictionary.
The one he used to decipher his way of life;
his mind knew best.
Not his voice.
He was greeted by silence after his thoughts ended.
That lovely silence.
It had been his company for the past seven days.
It was his only company.
But all of a sudden,
there were footsteps.
Light ones,
coming toward him.
ANBU,
he mused.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Shadows danced against the bars.
Against his cell.
Then,
silence.
He looked up.
Silence.
ANBU did not wear orange.
Dark eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Him.
It was him.
And he spoke, "How do you like it down here?"
Pause.
"Did they cut your tongue out as well?"
Silence.
"No."
Naruto laughed coldly.
"Then why don't you tell me how lovely it is to be you."
No answer.
Smirk.
The blonde was pleased.
"Are you scared yet?"
Voice tainted with mockery.
Sasuke snorted.
"What do you think, dobe?"
Pause.
"Have you gained no intelligence—"
"Don't degrade me, fool."
His hands grasped the bars tightly.
His teeth bared.
"I'm not you."
Breath.
"I hate you."
Pause.
"I will never forgive you for hurting Sakura."
Silence.
Silence.
Then,
"Never."
The Uchiha remained impassive.
"Don't look like you don't care."
Breath.
His voice rose.
"Teme! I wish I never met you!"
Pause.
"I wish Sakura never loved you!"
Silence.
Silence.
"You're as good as dead!"
Voice shaking.
From anger or sorrow,
Sasuke could not tell.
"I hope Tsunade-sama chooses to kill you."
He glares at Sasuke's dark figure.
"Because you don't even deserve to look at her."
Naruto smashed his fist against one of the bars.
Turn.
Step.
Step.
Step.
He walked away quickly.
Step.
Step.
Step.
His presence faded.
Sasuke stared into nothing.
He vaguely wondered if Sakura felt the same.
Even if he didn't deserve to look,
to touch,
to feel...
He would still do it.
Forsaken her,
he'd done it.
And now,
was his repent.
To die knowing she hated him.
Oh,
life was a beautiful thing.
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He grasped her harder.
Rougher.
"Answer me!"
Silence.
"SAKURA!"
Push.
She shoved him off.
"No. No. No! NO!"
Breath.
Her eyes invigorated.
"I DIDN'T KILL HIM!"
Azure widened.
She was breaking.
Slowly but surely...
But then she threw her mask on.
And then the facade she wore was there again.
And her eyes dulled to nothingness.
A blank, impassive stare.
Met him again.
He was panting,
out of breath from the scene.
A hand was in his hair at once.
Conveying his frustration.
The bemusement.
The dissent.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
She was up.
Step.
Her body moved to leave.
Her arm was caught.
He'd stopped her.
"You're not going anywhere, Sakura."
Her eyes waited for an answer.
He gave none.
"You cannot keep running away."
He pulled her to his bed.
There was little resistance.
"You can't keep doing this...and I can't keep letting you."
He made her sit, still clutching her arm.
"Tell me why you hurt him. Where you hurt him. How...tell me everything."
Pause.
"Tell me why you hate him."
He watched her watch his lips move.
No response.
"Sakura, talk to me."
Pause.
His voice was soft, "Please...?"
Warm fingers touched her cheek.
She flinched.
Human contact was a sin.
He knew she hated it.
Because it led to pain.
And she was deathly afraid of more.
But,
he wouldn't blame her.
Stroke.
Her skin was cold.
Amazed.
He was in that state.
She did not pull away.
Normally,
she did.
Silence.
Silence.
Sigh.
"Sakura, please..."
Shake.
The movement told him no.
And he sighed again.
His voice was a whisper,
as he looked at her tired, cold eyes.
"When are you going..."
Pause.
"...to be Sakura again?"
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One...
week left.
The prodigy looked at his bloody wrists.
The red liquid spewed across his legs;
onto the floor.
He did not care.
Death was inevitable.
Time was a hindrance.
And he was patient.
Patient to wait.
Dark eyes were hidden beneath thick lashes.
Breathing shallow.
Thinking idly...
Revenge was not sweet.
It did not leave him content.
The purpose of living was defeated.
Then what was supposed to become of him?
He was nothing.
Is nothing.
A tedious task.
The reward:
death.
He was not stupid.
He did not lack common sense.
Her decision,
the Hokage's decision.
Would be to eliminate the last Uchiha.
Because that's what he deserved.
And of course,
he was no longer afraid of that word.
The meaning.
Pitiful.
Humans were scared of it.
Was he not human?
Memories...
"Then why don't you tell me how lovely it is to be you."
It was lovely, wasn't it Naruto?
A bitter smile.
To await eternal darkness.
"Are you scared yet?"
His eyes snapped open.
A sharp breath.
"No!"
Pause.
"I am not afraid of my fate, Naruto. I assure you."
Another laugh.
Insanity was replacing his mentality.
Not that he cared.
Face relaxed into a stoic expression.
Apathetic eyes.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Her face replayed in his head.
That day,
her indifference.
Her acrimony.
Disdain.
A shudder almost passed through his withered body.
"Sakura..."
The name felt pleasant in his mouth.
He almost tasted her—
her scent, her disposition, her love.
Before he hurt her.
Before he left.
Before her pain.
Before...
Her hatred.
Silence;
echoes of it.
Drowning his ears.
His mind.
He felt cold.
Oh, he could still feel.
His senses were only amid,
because of her.
His salvation.
The thought paused.
Not for much longer.
She,
his savior?
Maybe she had been all along.
From when she first laid that bright emerald on him.
The days they spent together.
Missions, pain, trust, disorientation, loyalty...
Love.
Maybe she was supposed to save him that night,
the night that he left.
For good.
Or so he thought.
Or so they thought.
Perhaps when he threw his life in that disgusting man's hands,
his fate had been sealed.
And his light...
she...
was no longer attainable.
So it seems.
His beating heart was beating faster.
Anxiety.
He had that bad.
Anxiety for her.
Again,
death was not intimidating.
But,
not being able to see her...
was.
He shook his head in distaste.
He'd been holding himself back for so long,
fear had enraptured itself around his tattered soul.
No, he was not afraid to die.
But he was afraid to love.
To him,
letting someone in was far worse.
Far worse then letting himself go.
His eyes closed again.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
All he can do is think.
He was aching.
Aching for what?
He could not answer his own question.
He was just sore.
In his state of mind.
Physical pain did not harm him.
Unaffected.
Emotional...
different feeling.
Different pain.
And he could not cope.
Soon enough, he'd listen to his sentence.
And whatever they decide,
he will see her...
watching him.
Empty, abandoned emerald.
Eyes he used to adore.
Yet now,
he scorns.
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A/N: Yay, tell me what you think...I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Maybe I just like making Sasuke suffer...hehehe...grabs tissue ...or maybe not.