Date: 30/06/12
Pairing: SasuSaku
Genre: General/Angst/Romance
Status: Incomplete
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews/comments! (Fanfiction changed, a lot, so I sorta don't know how this work) Well, I've decided to make it into a short story, and... I wouldn't update that frequently, btw. This is just a project - trying a different writing style, and genre... Feel free to point out flaws, constructive criticisms, I would love to improve my writing.
Her lower lip trembled.
"Oh gods," she managed a murmur — staring at the man before her in disbelief as she shook her head slowly. "Oh gods," Sakura said to herself once again, though, a little louder this time. Her eyes turned watery now — little droplets of tears flow freely down her face. She hasn't even made an attempt to wipe her tears away.
Though, in her mind — everything was hectic, her inner self screaming at her idiocy for showing her vulnerability towards a man that doesn't give a care for anyone besides himself. 'No,' she said to her other self, 'Sasuke does care — he just... He's just, like that...'
In all honesty — she doesn't even know why she's making up excuses for this man — for this man that caused her so much pain for a seventeen year old to bear. It hurts to an extent — yes, but — the pain when she was only thirteen — when he left her — when he rejected her mercilessly — she carried that pain, she carried the piercing, stabbing pain.
It amplified when he returned.
She would gladly prefer if he doesn't — she could gladly forget about him, he would be an old memory — or even, she could even imagine that he was never there — just a hallucination, it has been just a bittersweet dream.
"Sakura."
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((Sakura, thank you))
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((Sakura, thank you))
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((Sakura, thank you))
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Her green eyes — clear and glassy — widened when he spoke of her name once again — only this time, he took a step forward and — what does he want — why is he coming here — why is he here in the first place —
She unconsciously took a step back.
"...Don't do this to me."
She whispered.
"...Don't do this to me."
She cried.
"Don't fuck with me!"
She wailed.
"Sakura-chan."
She averted her eyes from Sasuke to the blonde haired figure beside her —
Naruto.
Sweet, sweet, Naruto — who she realized, was there all along — with Kakashi, Sai, Yamato, and of course, Tsunade. All of them — except for her shishou — looked tired, their clothes tattered and torn, bruises and cuts were visible on their exposed body.
That's when she started to remember that she was in the Hokage's room – that Shikamaru informed her that the Hokage wanted to see her urgently — that she totally made a fool out of herself in front of everyone, including Sasuke.
So, she fled.