Visitor's home
The next day, Sakura awoke when the sun was midway up the sky. What time is it?, she thought. Rubbing her eyes she stood up and looked at the clock.
"Eight o'clock ," Sakura mumbled.
She walked back to the couch and woke up Sasuke. Sakura made a small breakfast for them which started out in silence.
"Um Sasuke," Sakura spoke, trying to deaden the silence, " Would you like to take you back to your home?" He nodded his head in no.
" Well, you could stay in my house, if you want."
" I guess," he answered.
" Okay," she ate some of her food and thought for a while. Then she said " Then maybe you are going to need your own clothes. I don't think you'd want to wear girls clothes."
" What about your father's? Maybe I could wear those instead," Sasuke suggested.
Sakura stared down at her bowl in sadness. " To tell you the truth I don't think my father ever lived with me and my mom," then switching back to a better self she suggested "maybe I could go to your house and get you clothes instead."
" Right." Then they finished the rest of their breakfast. After that Sakura headed out of the house followed by Sasuke.
They walked down the streets past busy markets. Occasionally, people would wave to Sakura, then have a look of sympathy for Sasuke. The villagers whispered to on another's ear as they passed by. Apparently the news of the clan genocide has spread across the village.
Finally both children reached the Uchiha residence. They walked threw hearing no cheerful greeting or any signs of life. Just silence.
" What happened here? Usually this place is so happy, but now it's like they've all left," Sakura wondered.
They continued walking until they came into view a huge building. Its emblem was a shuriken with the Uchiha symbol set in it.
" Let's go," Sakura said. They started forward and approached an elegant looking house. Sakura stepped on the wooden platform. She opened the door.
"Sasuke, are you coming?" she asked, "Sasuke?" she looked back at the boy. He was letting his face point towards the ground. His hands in a fist, and crying.
"Sasuke?"
" I don't want to go in there," he said, " It's to painful for me. Please Sakura, I don't think I can't handle being in this place. I don't care if I have to wear the same clothes every day, I just don't want to go in!" Then tears started to come down harder on his cheeks.
" Okay then," she replied. " You won't go in. I will instead." Sakura turned towards the dark house and went in.
The inside of the house was very messy. Lampshades were hidden in corners and hanging from their lamps. Books were hither thither on the ground. Glass, mixed with broken wood, broken pottery, and scraps of paper lay scattered on the floor.
Making her way through misplaced tables, chairs and an upturned couch, she came across a hall towards the back yard.
Sakura opened the first door. The room was stripped bare of any clothing or details as to who owned the room. She went to the next room and what she saw ran chills through her body.
Stuck on the door was a shuriken looking as if it was thrown at the door to scare her away. But her eyes were suddenly drawn to a spot on the carpet. There lay a pool of dried blood.
Sakura closed the door shut out of fright, and went to the next room.
This room was a little more cheerful then the others. The clan symbol hung on the wall above the head rest of the bed. The door and window let in sunlight into the room making it brighter. At the foot of the bed was a fake headband and a toy sword. Sakura smiled at the little toys.
She walked over the closet and pulled it open. Inside were many dark colored shirts with the uchiha emblem and many white shorts. And yet he says he'll just wear the same clothes everyday, Sakura thought.
She grabbed a couple of each and went out of the house.
She went over to Sasuke, who was sitting on the ground with his knees up to his chin and his face buried in his arms.
"Hey Sasuke," she called " Here's your clothes." He looked up at Sakura as she handed him his clothes.
" Thanks," Sasuke said.
" No problem," Sakura replied, " come on let's go back." Then she took his hand and took him to his new home.
