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Author: xWrittenInBlood
The most amazing Beta: Destroyed Illusions
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"Now I know.. That I can't make you stay.
But where's your heart?"
Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance.
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Chapter Eight.
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He watched them a little longer.
The calm laughs they shared, the gentle touches exchanged.
Desperately attempting to push that image from his mind, he squeezed his eyes closed. But even then, those scenes played on the inside
of his eye lids. He couldn't seem to get away.
He was drowning in his jealousy. Drowning in self-hatred. Abandonment.
Why did everyone want to fucking leave him? What was so bad about him? Why? Why? WHY?
He looked down at his feet, pearl eyes slowing flooding with tears. One dripped onto his shoe.
"...Why?" He whispered.
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She couldn't really explain the feeling. It was like a sudden sharp pain in her heart. Then the twisting of a knife to deepen the wound. She gasped loudly, choking back her breath as imaginary blood flooded her throat.
She could taste it, feel the liquid in her mouth, pooling from the sides of her lips and down her face. It felt so real.
"Sakura?" Sasuke yelled, he gripped her shoulders. Since when was she laying on the ground? "Sakura, what's wrong? Tell me!"
She didn't respond, or give any indication that she was even hearing his words.
"Breathe..." He whispered, gripping her hand. "Sakura, calm down. I need you to breathe with me. You need to breathe." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
Breathe. Come on, darling. Just breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Breathe, baby, breathe.
"Come on, Saku-" He stopped his pleading as her breathing returned to normal. "Thank fuck." He sighed, letting his head fall to stare at the ground.
Sakura wiped at her mouth before pulling her hand away and inspecting it for the red liquid she was so sure she would find.
But there was nothing.
"What was that about?"
Shit.
Fuck.
No way.
Oh my fucking god.
OhMyFuckingGod.
OHMYFUCKINGGOD!
She had only ever felt this once before in her entire life span.
Something bad - really, really bad - was about to happen.
"Neji.." She whispered, green eyes clouding in realization. That's why she felt like she was being watched. She snapped her head up and locked eyes with Sasuke. "I need to go," She scrambled to her feet, and mustered the best fake smile she could. "Bye!"
That was the thing about Sakura Haruno. She was so painfully beautiful... You could not see through a fake smile.
"...Bye." Sasuke muttered, his head falling to the ground.
'So fucking close. I thought we were making progress..' A sadistic part of his brain growled at him. Displeased by his obvious defeat. 'Go look for her. Make progress!' It demanded.
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He stood on the edge of the bridge, just looking down into the murky depths below him.
It had no calming effect on him, like he thought it may.
His nerves were haywire. He could swear little electrical shocks were buzzing through his body.
He was... There wasn't a word good enough for his emotions. He was beyond depressed. Past hurt.
He was just so torn.
He really held hope, that maybe - just maybe - she would have saved him.
But she wouldn't. Didn't.
'Too busy with Uchiha.' He growled in his mind.
Holding the wire of the bridge, he lightly stumbled to his feet. Wire still clutched in his left hand, steadying him as he prepared himself for his final moments.
He wanted them to be happy ones.
All the memories of himself, Shikamaru and Sakura flicked through his mind.
They were all so happy.
Lying in bed, Sakura always in the middle. She joined them together. They would each hold on to her. Neji or Shikamaru would have her back pressed against their chest holding her hands, or arms wrapped around her waist. The other would have his legs interlocked with
hers, his head resting above Sakura's.
It was just so perfect in his memory.
A smile, a true smile, graced his lips.
He let go of the wire, turning his back to the water, spreading his arms wide apart.
He fell backwards, the wind trying to catch him, but failing, instead letting his body cut through and plummet to the depths below.
He didn't expect to feel the warmth.
Cracking an eye open, he saw pink.
"Baka!" She screamed at him, voice wavering with both sadness and the wind. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her head pushing itself against his chest. She tried to get them into a diving position so they would maybe cut through the water and have a chance at survival.
He finally registered in his mind that she was here. Right here, her arms wrapped around him. She was falling with him. Dying with him.
No.. No! It wasn't meant to happen like this!
He was supposed to die on his own, with his memories! He wasn't supposed to drag her down with him! He didn't mean to!
Please, if there is a God, He begged silently. Save her. Please, please.. Save her.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her frame. I'm so sorry. He squeezed tightly.
Suddenly he didn't want to die.
Not this way.
She squeezed back.
In reality, the fall was only seconds, but it felt like an eternity to him.
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He dragged her seemingly lifeless body to the edge of the water, and up onto the bank.
He proceeded with CPR, wondering why the hell she had taken most of the damage from the fall.
After a few, endlessly long minutes, Sakura finally coughed up water. Neji's eyes, though still filled with worry, lightened. She was alive, and that was enough.
"Are you.." He stopped talking. He just watched her.
Her pink hair matted to her face in choppy layers, bangs covering her eyes, her mouth was closed and her lips in a thin line. She drew herself in, wrapping her arms around her knees and shook.
Neji could have sworn he saw tears drip from her face as she continued shivering, but he thought it must have just been water.
After all, she had just jumped off a fucking high bridge with him. A bridge he had intended to lose his life on.
"Sakura.." He shuffled closer to her, slowly raising his arms to wrap them around her. She flinched at the action, reflexes kicking in instantly; she shoved him away in a swift, rough push.
Neji crashed to his side, obviously not expecting the reaction he had pulled from her. He lay there, watching as she withdrew to herself once more, the shaking becoming even worse.
She looked so fucking fragile.
He couldn't help but hate himself for it.
Slowly pulling himself from the dirty ground, he inched closer to her once more.
He left his arms apart. He had to wait for her to come to him. He leaned back, his arms supporting his upper body.
Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes. He was worrying that she would catch hypothermia or something.
She finally threw her cold, wet body into his own frozen one. He grunted lightly as her little body hit his, throwing them both to the ground, he wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes as a smile tilted his lips.
Despite the cold, he felt warm.
"It'll be okay." He assured her.
She lifted her head from his chest, staring at him with those haunting jade eyes. He could read them so clearly. Don't make promises you can't keep. Don't promise me a happy ending.
So he said nothing more.
He pulled her to her feet, lacing his fingers with hers and walked her home.
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Sasuke ran through the park, searching for the pink haired girl he had grown to love.
Because it just wasn't lust or like anymore.
No, he loved her. Kami-sama, he actually loved someone!
Take that, Suigetsu! And you called him gay.
Sasuke chuckled to himself.
He was so excited, he wanted to tell her. Right now. 'I love you, Sakura!'
Scream it to the world, break his usual emo facade. He wanted everyone to know that he was hers and she was his.
They would have the fairy tale people only dreamed of having. Minus the crazy witches flying backwards on broom sticks with flea-infested black cats that were blind.
He smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the moons light.
"I can't believe you'd try to leave me like that."
Sasuke froze at the voice. It was Sakura.
He hid behind the wide tree, peeking around the corner.
Neji lay against a tree trunk, one of his arms around Sakura's waist, the other dragging carefully through her hair, smoothing it out.
Sakura lay fully against him, her head on his chest and arms wound around his waist. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful.
He felt that ache in his heart, all happiness gone. Yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from the picture.
It was like a car crash. So horrible to look at, but you couldn't look away.
So he didn't. He listened to their conversation.
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Neji's hand paused through her hair for a second, the only sign that her statement had affected him.
He hummed quietly, a silent agreement of sorts. An apology. She understood.
"You're such a loser, Neji." Sakura laughed a little. Neji did too.
"I know." He agreed.
They laughed a little before it drowned out.
Sakura pulled away from Neji just a little. She looked at Neji. Into Neji. Past those pearl eyes and into his soul.
"Promise me," Her voice was so soft. "Promise me that you'll never do... Never try that again.."
He knew as soon as she looked at him, he would do anything she ever wanted.
So he agreed, naturally.
"I promise."
"Pinky?"
He extended his pinky finger, and locked it with hers. Her little finger looked so tiny compared to his.
He kissed her cheek and picked the both of them up.
"Let's go home."
She beamed up at him, lacing her fingers through his with a nod.
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Sasuke felt his heart break with every step she took away from him.