Forgotten Life

Chapter 6- Telling the truth

Sasuke had laid down after leaving Sakura's room and had fallen asleep, still wrapped in the towel. As he slept, his mind, clouded by the hurt that she'd just caused him, wandered back to a time many, many years in his past, all the way back to his childhood.

A continuation of what he'd seen in his fight with Sakura, Sasuke saw himself as a young boy, crying over two bodies. The pain that he felt told him that they were important. They looked just like him, dark hair and dark eyes, eyes that were still wide open in shock.

Their bodies did not move, and they were covered in blood. Sasuke cried, his tears mingling with the blood on the floor. Then someone else entered the house. Sasuke turned to see that dark silhouette from before.

"Itachi, look what they did to Mother and Father," he said in his childish voice.

The man in question did not speak, only raised a katana that was covered in blood. His eyes matched the color on the sword and Sasuke's eyes went wide.

"B-brother? What are you doing with that? Did you kill the ones that did this? D-did you?" Sasuke asked, his small voice rising to an even higher pitch.

Still, the shadow of a man did not speak. He began to walk slowly toward the younger Sasuke.

"Yes little brother and I would kill you too..." he said, his evil voice barely a whisper. "But you are too weak."

Suddenly, Sasuke opened his eyes and jumped up in his sleep. He looked around and found himself back in the junked up guest room of Sakura's house.

He got out of the bed and went to the door. He opened it and listened for Sakura. When he heard no sounds outside of his room, he went back inside and closed the door. He turned towards the boxes that were sealed shut with tape. He wondered why Sakura hadn't wanted him to see what was inside.

Walking over to the first box, he pulled off the tape and opened it. He looked inside and found a bunch of clothes, too small for Sakura to wear now. There was a little red dress with a white circle on it. He could imagine a younger Sakura wearing it, in fact, he could almost remember her wearing that.

He dug further through the pile of clothes until he came upon a bunch of photographs. He pulled a bunch of them out of the box and sat on the bed, looking through them. Most of them were of a younger Sakura posing. In every picture, she had the biggest smile on her face, her emerald eyes aglow, unlike the way they were now. Still, a bunch were pictures of him where he was trying to escape the spotlight, putting his hands in front of the camera, turning his back to her and more.

As he looked through the pictures, he started to find group pictures. Sakura and a blonde-headed girl sharing a friendly hug. Sakura holding Naruto by his collar and threatening to punch him. Sakura and Naruto looking up at their sensei in curiosity. They appeared to be analyzing his mask. And at the bottom of the pile, Sasuke found a picture that had all three of them in it.

Someone had taken a picture of he, Sakura, Naruto, and Kakashi from many years ago. They looked, with the exception of Kakashi, to be about twelve. Kakashi, in the center of the picture was holding an orange book up to his nose. Sasuke saw himself in the edge of the picture with a frown on his face. Sakura was batting her eyelashes at him, and Naruto wore the cheesiest grin ever.

Sasuke looked at himself. He was not smiling even though it was a happy picture. He was pondering on the oddity of this when suddenly the door swung open. He jumped up and tried to stuff the pictures back in the box before she could see but he was too late.

Sakura stood in the doorway holding a set of clothes and her eyes were wide, her mouth dropped open slightly. Suddenly, she dropped the clothes on the floor and her face turned red and she frowned at him.

"What did I tell you about the boxes?" Sakura yelled as she looked at the pictures that Sasuke had tried to stuff back in the box.

"The question is, Sakura: what can you tell me about myself?" Sasuke countered, picking up the picture of the four of them. "Why was I so mad in all these pictures, Sakura? Is there something you and Naruto aren't telling me?"

Sakura froze, her lips trembling. She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. She would hate for him to return to his avenger mindset and go back to trying to kill Itachi. She didn't want to bear the heartache of him leaving again.

"Um...um...maybe we should talk to him about this..." Sakura said, fearful as she looked at Sasuke's serious face.

"No, I'll talk to you about it. Why, Sakura? And who is Itachi?" Sasuke questioned further.

Sakura gasped at that name. He knew about him somehow so there was no escaping it. She had to talk now. "Here, put these clothes on and we'll talk. I promise," she said as she picked up the fresh clothes and threw them to him.

Sasuke simply nodded his head as he began to unfold the clothes. Sakura walked out of the room so he could get dressed, still wondering how she was going to talk to him about the truth.

Before Sasuke could get dressed, Sakura quickly pulled out her phone and sent Naruto a text message saying: Hurry to my house! We have a problem with Sasuke!

Sasuke came down the stairs seconds after Sakura had shoved her phone in her pocket. Sasuke ignored her as he walked into the room and went straight to the door, locking it and the deadbolt, before turning around to her. He looked at her knowingly and Sakura backed away in fear.

She didn't want to bring bad news to Sasuke to make him return to the cold man he once was, but it seemed he was already changing back. Taking a deep breath, Sakura prepared herself for the worst as she began to answer Sasuke's questions as best as she could.

If he was going to leave again, he would do it no matter what. It was the day of reckoning for Sasuke, once again.

-End-