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"I'm just going out for a walk, Mother. I'll be back soon," Sakura grabbed her trench coat and wrapped a light green scarf around her neck. "Be safe, honey. Call me if there's anything, all right." Tsunade replied and received a nod from her daughter. The pink-haired maiden exited her house, inhaling a new air from the nature. She glanced at her surrounding, making sure she had everything in her mind. The roads, names of the streets, the evidently huge tree as the landmarks of parks and gardens available at her neighbourhood. She remembered all of them. She could grasp all the scenery. She could take in all in. She certainly did not feel like she had ever forgotten any of these, excluding the minor changes that were done while she was away.

Her tracks stopped as she came in view of a tall, massive and bushy cherry blossom tree with the petals of the flowers covering their respective pistils. Her gaze stopped upon seeing the pink flowers hanging loosely yet they looked so strong that it was almost impossible they would fall from the tree. 'Funny, how my names is exactly the same as this tree.' she thought.

'Sakura, huh. Just how delicate are you?' Her right hand reached out for the lowest cherry blossom flower she was able to place her soft fingers on. She plucked one of them and took it in both of her palms while admiring its fine natural beauty. The pink shades of the flowers blended so well with the white ones, successfully making the flower a vivid pastel that captured the hearts of many ladies of not only the young ones like her, but of all ages as well.

"It would be advisable that she is to be taken to places that she frequently go to, especially the ones she had gone with you. The park she used to hang out, her favourite restaurants or perhaps her favourite room in the house?" the doctor incharged of Sakura's case informed the man in front of him. "This way, it might help her to regain her memories back," he continued.

Sasuke listened tentatively as the doctor went on about the possible cures for his beloved. He nodded distinctively, indicating he fully understood of the doctor's words. He was determined. He was so determined to get her back; no matter how hard, how expensive or how ling it would take to get the love of his life to fully remember him, he would do it. All the challenges and the tears he would have to shed, he would do all of them. They had promised their lives to each other, he would not have that promise broken, not between the two of them. Not their lives. Not their relationship. Certainly, not their love. He would not entertain the thought of her not being able to remember him forever. He knew that there should be a way or two to get her back into his arms. He was sure of that. The love that they shared was the only thing in his world he would want to protect until his very last breath. The only promised he never dared nor had the intention of breaking.

"How long would all of these processes take place?" Sasuke questioned. The doctor remained silent for a second and shook his head. "We can never be sure as it all depends on the patient herself. I'm sorry but I cannot tell you anything further on that subject."

Sasuke walked out from the room, thousands of hopeful wishes playing in his mind. They managed to fall in love for the first time, they could do it for the second time. Surely they could. To love someone over and over again until fate took one's love away from the other. To be able to fall in love with the same person until the end of time. To be head over heels with that same person. Afterall, that was what true love meant, right?

Right?

It had been two weeks since Sakura was discharged from the hospital. It had also been two weeks since he last saw her. She had requested to live with her parents instead of going back to the place she should have lived with Sasuke. It broke the man's heart upon realizing that she did not even want to try and go back to their apartment. She insisted that she needed some time, plenty of time, to think about her life, which of course, he was not in that life she thought she had. How could she remember him if she wanted to be far away from him? How was their love supposed to park again if there was not any communication between the both of them?

Sasuke drove absent-mindedly, thinking of how he could get the love of his life again. Perhaps he could begin at Stage 1 again - the meeting stage. How they met for the first time. Or should he come up to her and started explaining about their lives together until she could recall all those fantastic times she, they, had? 'Use you damn brain, Sasuke!' he shouted mentally; repeating the phrase countlessly in the car.

Sakura gasped as her head stung briefly. Her brows furrowed when she stared at the flower in her hands. There was something about the flower that she had some kind of a relation with. And it was not just about the similarities of she had with it - her name, obviously. She gripped the flowed in her right palm as she shut her eyes tightly to relieve the pain she was feeling in her head.

There was an image of a man. A man just about her age. And then there was her too. They were smiling towards each other. Sakura saw the man walking closer to her. Was that the same flower he was holding, the same one as she had in her hands? "You're beautiful," the man called out to her. He oddly looked familiar, she thought. As the man stood closer to her, he flashed her a smile and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her left ear. He caressed her soft locks and slowly, he placed the flower neatly at the top of her ear. This man, she knew she had seen him somewhere.

White flashes kept occurring the moment Sakura tried to look deeper into the visions she was experiencing. Whispers of her name repeatedly came up in her ind. She let go of the flower she was holding and took a step back back to grab her head and balanced herself.

Everything went black the next second.

"I hope you are feeling better, dear."

Sakura could hear a soft feminine voice as she slowly regained her consciousness. She let out a small cough as she tried sitting up from her position. "Don't move too much. You passed out for a good few hours just now. Luckily I found you, who knows what could have happened if nobody saw you lying on the ground motionless."

"May I know where I am?"

"What, oh dear, I'm sorry. You're at my house...your.." the lady hesitated. "I'm Mikoto. If you remember me, that is." Sakura heard the lady spoke softly, in a motherly way. She half-heartedly smiled to the woman next to her. "Drink this. It'll lessen your pain," Mikoto instructed. The young lady did as she was told and muttered a low 'thank you'.

"Do you need anything else? Would you like to have some food?"

"No, thank you very much. I don't really feel like eating for now."

"Alll right then, dear. Get some rest, perhaps we could have a chat later," Mikoto placed the glass on the desk next to the bed Sakura was lying on. She gave a small smile and turned to exit the room, wanting to give the young lady some privacy.

Sakura shifted her position and took a look at the new surrounding she was in. Dark curtains, dark bed sheet and a considerable huge bed. It was a man's room, certainly not this lady's. She licked her dry lips and cleared her throat. Her movements froze as her eyes landed on a picture frame located just by her side. That man again. It was the same man she saw before she lost her consciousness.

What surprised her was that she could see herself sitting next to him. Sasuke? It couldn't be this guy, could it?

"Wait." Mikoto heard Sakura's voice just as she was about to close the door.

"Is everything okay?" She asked and entered the room again.

"I..." Sakura hesitated. She wanted to ask Mikoto. She wanted answers. She knew that this woman must have some sort of answers that she wanted. But she could not find what was there to ask. What should she ask her, anyway? That Mikoto looked like someone she knew? Who was that someone? Millions of questions bombarded her dizzy mind.

"Do you know Sasuke?"

Mikoto was so close to crying right in front of this confused pinkette.

(A/N): I was wondering if this story is progressing too slow? I didn't feel good to upload this chapter but I knew I had too. How long has it been since I last updated? Anyway, please review for the sake of the story!

...and thank you for waiting so patiently for it.