Intertwined
Written by BokchoiBaboy
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto
A/N: This isn't a drabble, I know. D: I'm on the edge of FULL-STORY or just leave it as a oneshot. Let me know if you guys want me to continue this. (:
Thanks for your reviews!
Beloved Traitor
"Sasuke-kun, what is emotion to you?"
"Annoying."
"Sasuke-kun, where do the stars go at night?"
"Stop with the questions. They're annoying."
Haruno Sakura stared, as the blossoms of springs lay sprawled all over the village, their once beautiful and sweet aromas fading and becoming lifeless. Their dry, dull, brown color seemed to blend with the dirt, crunching and crushing as unknowing feet destroyed the blossoms that once held so much life. Her bright emerald orbs gently gazed at the remains of spring lay before her, fading away and disintegrating into the harsh summer heat. She felt that she, too, was fading away and disintegrating into the summer. She felt that her short life of spring was lived and it was finally her time to die.
Her quiet, delicate footsteps seemed to dodge all the broken blossoms as she walked towards her apartment, her heart not wanting to further destroy the lifeless beauties. They seemed to reverberate through the soft air, never once her footsteps crunching as they clashed with the dirt and the blossoms beneath. She sensed her heart silently beating, ever so carefully against her rib cage.
How long has it been?
Her mind began to wander as her body automatically continued to walk towards her apartment.
Too long.
A deep scowl tainted her naturally beautiful face as she wandered farther and farther away from the real world and into the world of her mind, her dreams, and her fantasies. She let off a deep sigh when she was once again haunted by her traitorous love, Uchiha Sasuke. Six years ago was the fateful day that he had decided to betray his village and leave everything behind.
She had once thought that she was always so far behind her other teammate, Uzumaki Naruto, and Sasuke. They were always three steps ahead while she struggled to catch up, and when she did, they would be another three steps ahead. It was such a vicious cycle that never seemed to end, and it annoyed her. She hated being the weak girl that always needed to be saved and protected. She hated being three steps behind while her teammates were always three steps ahead.
But it had all changed when Sasuke left them. It was then that she realized that she was never, in truth, three steps behind while the others were three steps ahead. In fact, she wasn't "behind" in anything. She was just following, watching, enclosed in a shell; she somehow knew that someday (as destiny) she would be able to break out of her shell and blossom. And when he had uttered the last words of thanks and farewell to her that night was the day when she could blossom. And blossom she did.
What is emotion to you?
One of the last, gentle spring breezes twirled past Sakura, her pink locks dancing with the turbulence. Her scowl disappeared and was replaced by a content look complete with a content smile. The dead blossoms began to swirl around her, getting scattered and torn by the gentle winds of oncoming summer. She continued walking towards her apartment, her mind and heart settled for the time being with contentment and acceptance.
Everything about him was undoubtedly...
Annoying.
When Sakura had finally arrived at her apartment door, ready to indulge herself in the comfortable pillows and confines of her lovely bed, she was interrupted right as she closed the front door. The loud, booming, and recognizable voice (that she had wished, like many other times, to go away) of her teammate ricocheted off her walls. She let off a moan of frustration and opened the door, quickly sending out a mean right hook, and smiled contentedly when her teammate doubled over in pain (this time, he wasn't sent flying. Sad.)
"Ramen?"
Sakura let off a small sigh and nodded. It was nice to spend so much time with people that almost felt like her second family. She loved all dearly.
Naruto gazed at his teammate from the corner of his eye as she sat next to him at Ichiraku, her miso ramen hardly touched. His cerulean orbs softened with understanding and sympathy, as her emerald orbs seemed to be growing duller as the seconds passed without him. He let off a small, pitiful smile that was meant for her, but undeniably for himself as well. She truly loved a traitor. And he...he was pathetic enough to lose to a traitor and let him betray them in the first place.
It was in these times that he realized how much he loved her. He would give anything, everything, just to see her genuine smile and her emerald orbs shine.
Sakura opened her eyes as soft, silver moonlight sifted through her room and shone upon her. She turned to her bedroom window and watched as the stars shone and glittered on the onyx sky. Her heart panged with anger, pain, and confusion as the omnipotent onyx sky seemed to taunt her, watch her, like the eyes of her beloved traitor. She frowned in the unusual, but omnipotent, pain in her chest.
The stars continued to glitter and shine, showing off all their beautiful glory. At times, Sakura wished that she were like the stars in the sky. It would mean being close, and part of, the onyx; it would be like she was with him, a part of him. It would mean that she could watch over the Earth and the people whom she held dear; hearing their wishes, their quiet pleas, and their questioning the heavens above about miracles. It was these times when she wanted so desperately to be one of the stars, not a short-lived beautiful blossom that dies so quickly.
But that was as she was born as and will remain as until she dies – a blossom. She would dance and twirl with the turbulences, bloom and shine for spring. But when the end of the beautiful season came, she would wither away and die, left to be stepped on and torn, until the next season. She wouldn't be able to watch like the stars, or listen like the stars. She would be the one who would watch and listen as people sat beneath her branches and spoke of their troubles, their accomplishments, their worries, and their pride.
Sasuke...I wish to watch you, wherever you are.
When she thought about him, the painful pang in her chest always returned with every beat her heart let off. It happened so often that she had begun to grow immune to the feeling. It happened when she and Naruto sparred with Kakashi, happened when she would happen to walk by the Uchiha manor and see the clan symbol tattered and torn. Everything, everything, she found some sort of resemblance to him.
She had no clue why she loved him, really. She was aware of all the pain he was causing her; she wasn't one to fake anything or choose to ignore reality. That was the Sakura from the genin days, but this is the Sakura in the ANBU days. She knew that he was a cold, arrogant jerk that needed a change of vocal vocabulary and an ego check. She knew that never once did he choose to acknowledge her confessions (though she did admit she had been annoying back when they were genin), nor look into the depth of her words and determine if what she was telling him was real.
It wasn't infatuation like his old fangirls. It was more like admiration and respect that created her love for him. She accepted all his faults, knowing that everyone else had problems and mistakes that just couldn't be changed. She respected his privacy and his space, and admired his strength, his determination, everything about him. Nor did she expect him to suddenly become a hopeless romantic and have romantic confessions and dates under the stars like all the fangirls fantasized; that just wasn't who he was.
Who Uchiha Sasuke is truly is a mystery. Many people know him as the lone survivor of the Uchiha clan, prodigy extraordinaire. The fangirls know him as Mr. Heartthrob, Mr. Sexy; anything based on his looks. But only Sakura, Naruto, Kakashi, and a save few others truly knew the real Uchiha Sasuke. He was a broken child; his mind brainwashed and corrupted by his brother's acquired Mangekyou Sharingan. He thrived to be the center of attention, wanting everyone to acknowledge his strength and skills. He was once bubbly and cute before his life had been thrown to a completely different direction and path, causing him to retreat into a cold, arrogant, and icy shell. This Uchiha Sasuke was the one that Sakura loved. And she didn't care one bit if he was thriving for attention or corrupted in the mind.
He was Uchiha Sasuke. The boy she loved.
She loved her beloved traitor so much, even though she knew that there was barely any possibility of him returning her feelings of love. She wondered if he just found her as a fangirl, annoying and infatuated, when she loved him. And that was truly what had hurt her, thinking that he couldn't see the real Haruno Sakura.
She wasn't like the infatuated bimbos. She wasn't.
She was strong and she could put up a good fight. She could even heal herself and her teammates after a good fight if she was smart enough to keep her chakra reserves untouched. She was feared in enemy territories along with Naruto, just because she was renown as Tsunade's apprentice who achieved the same (perhaps even more powerful) inhuman strength. She was, what people would say, the epitome of what a kunoichi should be. She was modest enough to say that all her friends (Ino, Hinata, Tenten) were all epitomes of what a kunoichi should be.
She didn't flaunt her skills and abilities.
The day when he had left the village and the days following were hard for everyone, especially for her. She felt lonely, empty, rejected. She confessed her real love for him, yet she was shot down, like so many times before. It was hard for her to get back up on her feet and start life again, without him. It was hard, she knew, living without the person you lived to see everyday. It felt like she was a wife with a deceased husband, a widow.
Where do the stars go at night?
She once again looked up at the night sky, envying the shining stars. She wished to shine like them, shine towards them, and become a star. She wanted to watch her beloved traitor, hate him, love him, and enjoy the sweet sensations.
But it hurt wishing for the impossible.
Sasuke-kun, the stars never leave the sky. Even when it is not their time to shine, they are always there, watching, and shining on.
The reflection of the onyx sky shone on her emerald orbs.
My beloved traitor...
...I want to be your shining star.
A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone! I hope it held your interest and was to your liking. (: This was sorta based off A Thousand Miles, so that's why I'm on the edge of making it a full-story. The storyline for it, however, is sorta...blurry. Perhaps Sakura and Naruto will be sent on an epic mission to infiltrate the Sound once and for all, with all the Sasuke drama in between! XD (That idea was totally off the top of my head, by the way) Let me know if you have any lovely ideas; I'm completely open to them (:
Thank you for reading! –heartheart-
