Date: 03/07/12
Pairing: SasuSaku
Genre: General/Angst/Romance
Status: Incomplete
Author's Note: ...Yeah. I didn't plan to update this early but what the hell - I was itching to write something and... Heh. And again, thank you for the reviews/comments/favorites/alerts! ((Oh, and specifically to RawrGoesDaDino: I totally understand! It's supeeeeer annoying. Whenever I used CAPS LOCK to emphasize certain words - people thought I was going through a seizure. HA. I totally don't get the reviews/comments-things-shit, and blearrrgh.)) Anyway, please read, and enjoy. Constructive criticisms are welcomed.
Oh yeah - a side note, please bear with the... uhm, grammar or spelling mistakes - the only beta reader I have is: myself. And Ginger. Heh.
Sasuke stared at the door.
He stared at the door in confusion — his eyebrows furrowed in an ugly frown — still trying to understand to what had happened. Though, deep inside, he knew Sakura was going to react when she saw him — he just, didn't really expect her to react like that. Sasuke remembered the days — the days when all of them were young and innocent, naïve and completely stupid — the days when Naruto and himself were at each other's necks, when Sakura was always protected by them — the days when she would always throw herself at him — the days when he would always ignore her feelings.
It's not that he hated her. It doesn't mean he likes her either.
He's… just, afraid. He was on the verge of getting emotionally attached to Naruto — to Kakashi — to her. He was on the verge yes — which means, he was not, yet. He yearned for it — he longed for it — to be a part of a family, to be accepted for who he was but — but, he couldn't. He had a goal — he had an ambition, to find a certain bastard —
((hate me, little brother))
— to kill a certain bastard
((don't you know how father and mother died))
— that ruined his life
((you're weak))
— that made him into who he was, into what he was.
So, at that particular moment — when he was sitting alone at the abandoned Uchiha mansion that was full of bittersweet memories — clutching onto his bag pack — he contemplated. He was on the verge, yes — then again, he was not yet. He decided then — before the yet has happened, before the yet could take place, he had to flee.
He didn't expect Sakura to be there to stop him — made an attempt to stop him.
He tried to ignore her — he kept on walking even though she was getting desperate — he could tell, because — her eyes were green, clear and glassy — full of emotions, full of life — which made her easy to read. He stilled when she confessed her undying love for him — how happy he would be if he choose to stay with her — how happy he would be if he takes her with him. The idea itself was absurd — to him, at least, and he decided that he wanted her to stop talking. Sasuke never looked back after he knocked her out — he felt relieved that he chose to flee.
He felt as though God was playing a dirty trick on him. He felt as though someone was clutching onto his heart tightly — twisting it ever-so-crudely.
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"Please excuse her," Tsunade said after a long, awkward silence — her blue eyes hardening, looking tired at the same time, "She was just taken by surprise."
"Did Sakura-chan took her pills today?" Naruto asked — his azure blue eyes narrowed in concern. Tsunade shrugged in response — indicating him that she doesn't know the answer.
"Pills?" Sasuke wondered aloud. Though, no one paid any attention to him as they continued talking.
"I told her to — but you know how stubborn she can be, Naruto."
The blonde haired man sighed out loud.
"That doesn't mean she can skip it, dammit. She can't — she's not stable."
"Not stable?" Sasuke said again.
"Dickless — don't ever say that to Hag's face. She'll be really upset. Besides, it's emo bitch's fault that she's in this state. I'm going to find Hag now, since all of you don't plan to."
Before any of them can retort back, Sai vanished in a puff of smoke.
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Sakura curled herself into a ball.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Sakura — do you actually think, did you actually dared to think that he gives a shit about you, darling?
She clutched her shoulders into a tight grip — shut up, shut up, just shut up — her head buried in between her thighs — shielding herself away from reality. Sakura hit her head against the hard concrete of the wall when she remembered her encounter with Sasuke — the way he spoke her name like he did – four years, five months, five and a half hours ago — the way his eyes screamed of an emotion she wasn't certain of — the way he took a step towards her and —
Did you think all of that actually meant something? You daft girl.
She hit her head against the wall once again. Only this time — she put on more force into it. She hated the way her inner self was acting right now — she hated the way unwanted flashbacks intrude her mind whenever they wanted to — she hated the fact that she was not composed and calm like how she pictured herself to be — like how she wanted to be. But most of all, she hated the fact that Sasuke could still make her feel like this.
She hated the fact that she pointed out all the things she hated — which made her thinking about it, which made her more frustrated than she originally was. She tried to slam her head against the wall once again — instead of the pain she has been anticipating, her head collided with something… soft.
Sakura opened her eyes.
Eyes that reminded her of midnight, stared right through her.
"Sai…" her voice cracked, she could feel the tears forming in her eyes, "Oh Sai…"
Sai didn't say anything — instead, he took a seat in front of her — arms wide, before they hold her carefully — almost afraid that she would break into pieces. She reciprocated the gesture almost immediately — she hugged him as though she was clutching onto her life desperately — she hugged him as though she was on the verge of dying. Even though he knew nothing of her pain — nothing of the former Team seven's pain of losing Sasuke — he tried to understand.
Sai didn't mind — not at all, strangely enough, he found her embrace oddly comforting. It wasn't the first time he had comforted her — when she found out that dickless ran off to find emo bitch by himself again, she came to him – tear-stained, a dead emotion behind those emerald eyes that he wasn't able to decipher. It became their normal routine then — whenever she was feeling depressed, she would hug him tightly as she cried — she would cry herself to sleep and Sai will only watch — because he knew — because she knew that nothing he said would actually calm her senses down — so, he'll listen to her cries, he'll listen to her rants, he'll watch her sleep.
Her eyes were droopy then — and he knew that she was feeling sleepy. He carried her gently and placed her on top of her bed. He took her favorite pink blanket and covered her petite body — as the night felt a little chilly today. Sai lay beside her — and as per usual, she would snuggle against him — he would play with her hair, and she would sigh in bliss — and wait for it —
"Sasuke."
She would murmur his name.