Chapter 1: A Detrimental Memory Suki Dakara
"Sakura"...A raven hared male said almost in an attentive tone to his voice. She could remember everything about that night, the way the moon shimmered on her pail stricken face, overflowing with tears. The trees seamed to dance with the ever changing breeze. Making the leaves fall like rain in every direction. There was a full moon out as it emanated its amber color, making the shadows elongate the distance between them. The stars sparkled like little white diamonds in the onyx sky. She remembered how close he was to her. She could fell his hot breath on her neck and the two words that were engraved in her memory. "Thank you for everything''
"Sasuke! Sasuke-kun!"
Sakura whinnied. She jolted up from her nightmare, tears streamed down her inflamed face. "Its ok sakura, get a grip, it's just another nightmare."
She said with a hesitant tone to her voice. She pulled off the covers off her body and let her body adjust to the cold room. She got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom; sakura turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror reflecting back at her. She saw a pale looking woman with scraggly long, pink bubblegum hair, and, a pair of emerald eyes that were misty and red from crying looking back at her.
She tried to wipe them off with her hand but it was no good, the tears kept on multiplying, sakura gave up and let them fall. This was the only time she could break down. Sakura had to remain strong, not for her benefit; but for her children's. Shana and daisuke her beloved children.
Shana is the splitting images of sakura long beautiful pink bubblegum hair and onyx eyes she was extremely smart for her age of 14. Shana poses the sharingon and is skilled at using it but not as skilled as her brother. Expect her eyes are the same as Sasuke's, onyx. Shana has a bubbly personality and she is like her mom, a kind, smart, down to earth person. Daisuke is the merrier reflection of Sasuke; he has a ruff, and often cold personality he rarely smiles. He is determined to surpass his father; he also poses the sharingon and is already on the 3rd level at such a young age; you could call him a mini Itachi. He has jet black hair and emerald eyes, he is cool, calm, and collected he is 15.
'Sakura sighed' well'' she said ''I can't keep on concluding the antiquity of that night, if I do that I will never be able to move forward to the present.'' She felt as if unbearable weight had been lifted of her shoulders. A yawn escaped sakura's mouth, her hands were outstretch in fount of her and she rubbed her eyes, sakura turned off the bathroom light and nonchalantly made her way to her bed, that had been perversely coated with her tears, but was now as fluffy and soft as a rising loaf of freshly backed bread. Sakura climbed into her bed, she pulled the light pink sheets on her covering up most of her body with a soft flower peals on the pink sheet. Sakura shifted her body position so she would be lying on her side sakura's feat lay inches apart from one another, her head now rested on the soft pillow, her left hand rested on the soft sheets the left one cushioned on her chest that was falling and rising like waves of an ocean, her pink hair sprawled out in front of her face. Sakura closed her emerald eyes and let sleep consume her.