Chapter 8
Sakura woke up to find herself in an old, broken down house. She stood up and walked around, her footsteps making dusty marks on the floor. The place reeked of dirt and decay.
"You've woken up I see." Sakura spun and nearly collapsed in response. When she was steady again, she looked around for the owner of the voice.
" What do you want with me?"
" Nothing."
" Then why bring me here?"
"..." Sakura grew anxious. Something was wrong, but familiar about this place. Why did it look so familiar to her? She couldn't remember.
" You once told me that we would live here. When it ws new." What the hell?!
"Show yourself," her voice quivered slightly, " I want to see your face."
" Why?" A hint of puzzlement in his voice. Sakura was surprised to find that she recognised the his voice, that she wasn't repulsed by it. In a place like this? Was it because her memories were starting to come back? Was that she longed to see him again after so many years of being alone?
" I don't know. Maybe because I want to stare into the face of the person I used to love." His movements could barely be seen in the darkness of the room. Sakura waited. When the man could be seen, stopped in the shadows, his eyes closed. Sakura thought she was in a trance again. She sank to her knees and squeezed her eyes shut, her hands over them. A single tear slipped through her hands and onto her dress.
" Are you here to entrance me again." She sniffed, fighting futilely to stop the tears from flowing. " To give me images of my own death? Or is it another reason. Is it the reason you hide in the shadows?
" I'm not hiding." His silky voice was just inches from her ear. It sent tremors through her skin. A tingle down her spine.
" Then why are you doing this to me?" She moved her hands and looked up. A light wind told her he wsa in hiding again.
" Because you have something I want."
" What would that be?"
to be continued...