A/N: Okay. I am angry! I haven't been getting reviews! Hardly any at all! If you guys want the story to still exist after this, REVIEW! AND YES, THAT IS A THREAT!
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Unspoken
By: Goth-VampireNinja
Chapter Six: Gone
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Sakura crumpled to the floor in a heap of misery. She hated the fact that she was back. She was glad to be out of Orochimaru's grasp, but having been there ha'd been better, in a way. Being locked up and being hurt by people who didn't care about her was a lot batter than being hurt by people that did care, even if they didn't realize they were doing it.
Sakura sobbed and took out a sharp kunai from her pocket. She fingered the edge lightly and smiled. It would have to do. She was so used to pain, but not the heart-wrenching, emotional pain she was feeling now at seeing all the old, familiar faces. She was so much more used to physical pain that she would choose it over this any day.
Abruptly, she drove the kunai's sharp edge ove the tender skin of her left wrist. It wasn't a shallow cut, but it wasn't too deep either. Sakura's smile widened when the sting of the wound started to set in...But it wasn't enough; she had to have more of it to be able to forget about the other pain.
She kept going. Four, seven...nine...fourteen...twenty...She stopped and gasped at the bloody mess she had created. How long had she been going? How many times had she done it? The raw pain soothed her like a safety blanket, and she felt better. But how was she going to hide all the evidense? She smiled. Long sleeves and wrist warmers and wrist covers...she thought coyly. Snickering, she cleaned up the blood on the floor and took a shower to wash off the blood on her.
When she stepped out, she grabbed the longest towel she could find and wrapped herself in in to step out of the bathroom to get clothes. She took the bunched up, bloodied ones and took them with her too, just in case Gaara used the restroom. She had to get rid of all evidense...
"You take too long," Gaara said when she stepped out of the bathroom. Her heart stuttered to a stop before starting up again. For a moment, she had thought that she'd been caught.
Sakura hid her left hand by turning sideways casually ans walking away, scoffing in annoyance. Gaara stared after her and scrutinized her. She seemed to be favoring her left hand...or was he imagining things? He stood up and walked into the restroom. Instantly, a wave of strong odor hit him. It smelled strongly of cleaning chemicals. What was she doing? he wondered. Underneath the strong smell, he detected a more subtle hint of...blood? He looked around curiously. The odor seemed to be strongest under his feet, and sure enough, the lower he crouched, the stronger it hit his enhanced nose. He looked around, but he could find no visible proof of what his nose told him...and there it was, right under his foot; literally. There was the smallest speck of blood on the floor that most people wouldn't have seen it. What was she doing? he wondered again.
"Sakura!" he called out as he left the bathroom. Sakura poked her head out from her bedroom. "Why is there blood in the restroom?" he asked monotonnously. He watched Sakura's face for any reaction, but there was no visible change from the look of fear and caution she had first thrown at him.
But what he couldn't see was that Sakura's heart had almost stopped from the shock. Hadn't she cleaned it al up? But she managed to keep her expression unchanged and just said coolly, "You answer your own question! This is like me asking you if you have a dick." Then she went back in her room leaving a very distressed-lloking Gaara and breathed a sigh of relief. She would have to be extra carefull from now on...
Sasuke walked calmly towards Sakura's apartment, pondering if it would be okay to go, since she seemed to hate him with all her being. Or was she just testing him? He'd always told her he had no feeling for her. Could this be her way of testing if that was true? He frowned. He couldn't tell anymore. She was so different...
"Sasuke!" a voice shouted in front of him. He looked up to find Naruto waving at him from up ahead. "What'cha doin'?" he asked cheerfully.
Sasuke mumbed a response and kept on walking. Suddenly, Naruto grasped his arm. He turned to glare at the blonde. "Sasuke, if you're going to Sakura's house, I don't htink you should go," he said seriously. The serious look on Naruto's face, with no trace of any emotion, was strange to Sasuke, but he didn't say anything. Then the cheerfullness returned to Naruto's face just as fast. "Well, see ya 'round!" And he walked away. Should he still go? He wanted to ask Sakura so many things...
"Move, you're blocking the way, Stupid," someone said coldly. He turned and saw Sakura and Gaara walking side by side, shoulders touching. Something in his chest contracted, but he ignored it. He was not jealous, he told himself. Maybe he was just catching the flu.
Sasuke glared at them. Sakura seemed so different. She was dressed in tight, black clothes that hugged her bodyperfectly. The only thing on her that wasn't black was her red forehead protector--which she wore on her shoulder, right over the marks he had seen earlier--and a pair of crimson wrist warmer protectors that went up all the way to her elbows. "Take a picture; it'll last longer," she said coldly. She walked past him indifferently and he found himself suddenly angry. Why the hell was she being so mean? She stopped suddenly. "By the way, have you seen Naruto-kun? I want to tell him that Kakashi called us for training." Anger welled up in Sasuke again. "Had she been planning on not teling him and just go alone with Gaara and Naruto?
"Sakura--" he started, but she started walking away. His rage was quickly escalating.
"Nevermind. The Uchiha prodigy was probably too busy checking himself out in the mirror to notice much more of anything else, huh? Oh well, I think I sense him this way anyways." She sighed and kept going. Sasuke ran after her and reached for her, but she dissapeared before he was less than an inch from her.
Where did she--? Suddenly Sakura was right behind him.
"Does this seem familiar, Uchiha?" she spat. He couldn't move. "Brings back memories, huh? Oh, wait. Here, let me get this right." Sakura cleared her throat and mimicked him in a whispery, stupid, high-pitched voice: "Thank you," she breathed. "Okay, now all I need to do now is knock you out and leave you on a bench, huh?" she said acidly, back to her normal, cold voice. "But why just make it momentary?" she kept going, pushing a kunai against Sasuke's throat. "Why don't I just make you take a permanent nap? That way I get rid of the object of my hate and suffering once and for all." She pressed the kunai lightly against Sasuke's skin, but he still couldn't move.
"Enough, Sakura," Gaara said. She chuckled and walked out from behind him with hatefull glee in her face. When she took her place by Gaara's side, Sasuke found that he could move again. He breathed in deep to regain composure. "Let's go, Sakura." They both started waling away.
"I can't make any guarantees if I bump into you and there's nobody around, so you better be carefull, Uchiha," Sakura called gleefully back at him, waving with her middle finger up as they walked away. Sasuke touched his throat tentatively. Was that really Sakura?
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