Authors Note: I know last chapter was anlik short so I decided to upload two tonight. Enjoy lovelies.

Sakura set down her pen and rubbed her tired eyes. She stood and stretched up before checking the time on her worst watch. It was just past eleven at night, her parents would worry if she didn't start out for home. She took out her cellphone and messaged her mother that she was just leaving the library and would be home in at least forty five minutes. Sakura set herself about packing her belongings and just as she reached for her white pencil case something caught her eye outside the window. Looking out a dark shadowy figure of a man could be seen just outside the lamp light. Sakura narrowed her eyes and leaned forward but when she blinked the man was gone. This caused Sakura to blink several more times and she stared out into the dimly lit darkness but saw nothing. Still, an uneasy feeling settled over her and Sakura packed her book bag in a panic to get out of there. Though she was studying to be a doctor, she still believed in ghosts and spirits.

She took one last look out the window but didn't see anything, this only spurred on the uneasiness she felt and she promptly moved down an aisle of books. There were still a few people left, before departing she turned in all the books that she hadn't intended to bring home for study. They would be here tomorrow after classes.

Sakura gave the old librarian a soft smile and left the building. Snow crunches under her tan boots, curiously she made her way to the spot where she had seen the man. To her horror there were indeed foot prints from where he stood, however there were no prints leading to or from these foot prints. And oddly enough they looked like the soles of wooden sandals perhaps, her heart sank as she failed to come up with a logical explanation other than it was clearly a spirit of some sort.

Sakura slapped her hands together and clapped three times before bowing her head in prayer, "may you find the peace you are yearning and leave this place." She could see her breath, which was coming to her at a quick rate. Her fear spiked and she whirled around when she heard her name softly whispered. But when she looked all there was the soft hissing of snow falling. "Please don't follow me," she whimpered as she left the street lamp and made her way to the main streets of Tokyo.

Though it was late and snowing, the streets were bustling with people. Some doing Christmas shopping, couples coming home from dates, salary men making their drunken trips home and lastly students hurrying home from extra lessons or studying sessions. Sakura stopped over a bridge to enjoy the view of the glowing lights as snow flakes shined in the multicolored lights. It was truly beautiful. A smile appeared on her lips before she brought her hands up to breath warm breath in them. Stuffing her hands into her pockets of her jacket Sakura made way to the train stations. She scanned her train pass and waited in the dock for the last train leaving the metropolitan area for the outer city limits.

The train pulled up to the station on time as expected and she entered, it was empty for the most part save for a few poor souls likes herself. Instead of taking a seat Sakura opted to stand by the door and she pulled out her phone. The poem that Naruto had recited was still lingering in her mind and she decided to look up other like poems to recite back to him. It was customary, well maybe from the feudal Japan it was, to respond to a poem with another like minded poem. She read poem after poem, but none seemed to convey the same feeling she had when she watched him. Then, if by a miracle she scrolled down to read the next one.

'Desolately yearning,

How broken a heart entanglement can't shear,

The more I want to forget,

The more profound I remember.

Forget,

Drunk,

Thought I let it go,

But after dreaming,

I'm awake thinking of you with tears in my eyes.'

The poem made Sakura's heart hurt so much that she clutched the front of her jacket. To her surprise it wasn't the thought of Jayce that made it hurt, something about this poem made her sad. Her heart yearned for something more profound, something with more meaning.

Suddenly her heart throbbed with pain and when's he closed her eyes she could see blurry visions of a man, 'Sakura,' his voice was deep and held a certain tenderness but also a deep sadness. There was lots of red, blood perhaps? Sakura groaned in pain and the vision faded from her mind and the just as sudden as the pain was there, it released its hold on her and she no longer felt it. Opening her eyes Sakura looked around to see if anyone was watching her odd behavior but no one paid her any mind. It relieved her, she didn't want to burden anyone. She must've hit the book a little too hard today to bring about strange visions and a painful headache.

Sakura opted to sit at this point and found a seat by the door, she put in her headphones but didn't put on anything to listen to. Instead she tried to bring the blurred vision back to focus to analyze but the fog was thick, she was unsuccessful in her attempt to clear the scene. Was this a vision of her future? Or perhaps...unbelievably, a past life? Sakura rules out both of these options, again chucking this up to have pushed her mind to its limits with cramming material and not getting enough sleep or proper nutrients. Nonetheless she lifted an unsteady hand to her forehead and took a deep breath in trying to calm the storm of uneasiness that was raging. So many strange events had happened today, meeting Naruto, the strange man and foot prints and now this odd vision. Sakura would make sure she would sleep soundly to amply rest her her mind. She looked down at her phone and scrolled to the next poem.

'It is unable to be cut off,

The more you try to reason it,

The more confusing it gets.

The thing that you can't wave off is parting sorrow that is rotating around your heart.

Love and hate endlessly circles.

My heart is uneasy.

The fate that was created in the past lifetime,

has changed to accompaniment in this lifetime.'

Sakura set down her phone, these poem were very melancholic to her. They seemed to echo a sentiment that was lying dormant in her heart.

The rest of the train ride was uneventful save for the strange emotions that were stirring inside of her. Confusion, yearning and sadness. All these poems of past lives and missed opportunities, perhaps she too, like Naruto, was an old soul as well.

That night I'm her dreams a man with sad eyes haunted her dreams. He called out to her, and when she reached for the sleeve of his dark navy robes he disappeared only to appear further from her.

"Who are you," she called out to him. "Please, tell me."

"Hmph, it seems you have truly forgotten," came his deep melodic voice. It made her knees weak and her heart ached more.

"What am I suppose to remember," she asked taking a few steps towards him. She was caught up in his beauty. Y'all, dark hair that was long on the sides and front but short in the back, dark black eyes stared back at her with haughtiness that pissed her off, navy robes swirled about him.

"I will not lose you again," was all he said as he slowly dispersed from existence.

Sakura awoke with a start, she sat up and reach up to her cheeks to find fresh hot tears there. Confused she looked to her beside clock. It was only three in the morning, the moon bright outside of of her window. She scooted closer to the window and pulled it open allowing the cold winters air to brush against her skin. Rest her elbow on the window sill and her chin in her hand Sakura looked up at the bright full moon. "Who was that man," she whispered her question into the night.