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People who are Important: Book Two	By : Morales89 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and Tv tokyo. This is a purely fanwritten work, with which I make no money, and write only for the pleasure of myself and my readers.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
A/N: I am unsure of how many exactly, but obviously Sasuke has to find one piece of solid, incriminating evidence against the Konoha Council of Elders to bring up his accusation for the Hokage. During this time he will also be investigating his brother's reasons behind wanting to kill Uchiha Madara, and of course the SasuSaku romance will be developing from hear on.
In the end of the first book we saw Shikamaru and Temari's romance blossoming, which brought us to the beginning of this book, where it has been set firmly in place. Also, in the beginning of this book, the plot was centered mostly around the NaruHina development as far as romance goes, and Sasuke's Curse as far as conflicts go. So now that the two major plotlines from the beginning are resolved, we shall move on to this other plotline that I have been alluding to since the very beginning. Sasuke's revenge is not complete yet, you'll all have to wait and see if he finds the information he needs.

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Chapter 17
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They didn't spend their first night out of the hospital in the old Uchiha Head House. It was far too dirty and unkempt for people to live in yet. Instead, they stayed in a smaller home in the Uchiha Complex, also abandoned, but cleaned and stocked for the two days they'd be spending in it while the Hokage had some Genin clean the Mansion. Sasuke was both relieved and disappointed with how it turned out. He was relieved for obvious reasons. He'd been dreading returning to that place ever since he'd woken up in the hospital almost three months ago. The memories that lay dormant in his mind for years would undoubtedly be ignited in a flurry of panic and tears. He was scared of going back. He was scared of walking through that old house, filled with the horrible ghosts of his past. He'd imagined time and time again of sliding that door open to reveal what had once been his parents' bedroom; the room they were murdered in by their own son.
At the same time, he was slightly disappointed that they weren't going to his old home. Sasuke had worked himself up at the hospital about returning, only to find out that they weren't going there yet. He'd gotten himself prepared to face his demons, but had yet to be brought to the place they resided in. Of course, he understood why it had to be that way. There was no way that the Mansion was fit to support two people when there'd been no one there for years to clean or maintain it. The Hokage said it should be done within the next two days. She was putting the Village's new Genin on it as a D-ranked mission. They would be supervised by a crop of Chuunin to make sure they didn't steal or touch anything they weren't supposed to.
Thankfully, both Naruto and his girlfriend were assigned as supervisors despite that Naruto was, in fact, a Genin. Among the other supervisors were Nara Shikamaru, Inuzuka Kiba, Yamanaka Ino, and Aburame Shino. They were all members of the Rookie Nine, people he'd once considered close comrades, if not friends. He was glad to know they'd all agreed to do this, and though he wasn't stupid enough to think they weren't doing it simply because Sakura was going to be living with him for the next month, it made him feel good to know they cared a little.
"I'm back Sasuke-kun!"
Sasuke was jostled out of his thoughts as his roommate walked through the door with a bag of groceries. Sakura smiled at him through the small gap between the two brown, paper bags. He smirked amiably back at her, still not quite sure how to make his face mirror her expression. At times he felt he'd never be able to smile the way he used to. At times he felt he would never remember how to make that expression that never seemed to leave his face through his young life before the Massacre. He would try though, because for some reason, in Sakura's presence, he wanted to make that expression. He nodded to her in a silent "welcome back" as she began to take out her supplies for the supper she'd be making. After placing everything she'd need on the kitchen counter, Sakura turned her big green eyes on him.
"Alright Sasuke-kun, let's get you into the living room so you can lie down," the medic said. He nodded as she helped him stand, and slowly make his way over to the living room sofa. She propped a pillow underneath his head comfortably before darting off to find a sheet to cover him in. As she tossed said sheet over his body she said,
"Try to sleep a little. I'll wake you when dinner is ready."
Sasuke just nodded. Sakura combed one of her hands through his hair before turning to walk back into the kitchen to prepare their meal. Pale lids fell over dark eyes; thick lashes fluttering over the ivory smooth skin of high-set cheekbones. Sasuke felt his body sink into the rather comfortable sofa as his exhaustion started to get the better of him. Both his body and mind were just, in simple terms, done. He just couldn't take anymore of anything today. He needed to rest, eat, and then rest some more until he could think clearly again. At the moment, thoughts and memories clouded his usually quick, sharp mind. He needed to sleep tonight and sort everything out in the morning.
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"Sasuke-kun…."
'wha…who is that?' his groggy mind thought. Sleep was slowly fading as a gentle hand shook his shoulder carefully.
"Sasuke-kun…you need to wake up," a familiar voice said. Sasuke's hazy mind attempted to decide where he was and what was going on. His lips turned up slightly without his noticing. 'Sakura…' the name echoed through his thoughts.
"Sasuke-kun…as good as it is to finally see you sleeping soundly, you need to eat something before you turn in for the rest of the night," the girl's sweet, caring voice said with a lilt of authority in the tone.
Sasuke groaned slightly, squeezing his eyes shut before slowly opening them to rest placidly on Sakura's face. She smiled, one of her hands coming to his back and coaxing him into a sitting position. He blinked groggily back at her as she placed a plate of food in front of him. It was only a few moments when Sasuke finally came to full consciousness. He looked from the food to the girl who was happily sitting herself in the chair across from him. He stared blankly down at the meal, some rather tasty looking beef on a bed of rice and vegetables. Who would've pegged Sakura for a decent cook?
"You're supposed to eat it Sasuke-kun…" Sakura said, barely suppressing a giggle as she dipped her own chopsticks into her plate. His eyes shifted upwards in time to see the small smile of amusement lighting her features.
"Arigato…" he managed in a sleep rasped version of his voice. She smiled at him, closing a hand around his and guiding it, chopsticks and all, to his plate.
Sasuke watched, silently fighting the heat from his face as she practically fed him…with his own hand. She prodded his lips with the food and he opened them obediently, letting the nicely seasoned meat hit his palate without a fuss. It tasted rather good, he had to admit. He chewed slowly and swallowed as Sakura sat herself back down in her own seat, blushing. Her green eyes rested in her plate, a glint of embarrassment in their depths, he could identify that emotion mostly because he was feeling it too. Eventually Sakura's flush faded and they fell into a nice silence. It was a nice supper. He started to notice more how Sakura had changed over the years while they ate silently together.
The Sakura he remembered would be chattering away about pointless things he didn't care about by now, while the Sakura he was with sat with him in a comfortable silence. The girl he remembered would be blushing so red her face would be unrecognizable, while the girl across from him sat calmly with a friendly smile tugging her lips. She was quite different than he remembered and he liked her even more for it. Sure, back when they were kids he'd held some kind feeling of friendship and perhaps attraction for the girl, but seeing how she'd grown into such a strong individual made him respect her. She was so differently the same, if that made any sense.
Well, let's just put it like this; though Sasuke could still see her as the same person he knew and cared for when he was younger, she had matured enough that she was still slightly different from that person. It made her rather enigmatic, well, almost. Sasuke knew and understood her for the most part; however, felt he learned something new about her each day. It was part of the reason he suddenly liked spending so much time with her. He wanted to see her like he'd refused to see her all those years ago. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about Sakura, like the way that Naruto and Sakura seemed to know each other. He wanted to know her as well, 'No..better than the Dobe,' he thought.
When they'd finished dinner, Sakura lead him to the bedroom he'd be using until the Mansion was ready. She helped him lay down, gave him his painkillers, and told him to sleep well. After the sheet had been drawn up to his chest, she combed a hand through his hair and left. For a long while he just stared up at the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, he really did. He just found that sleep didn't want to come to him. The room, despite being rather small and cozy, seemed cold and lonely to him. He could hear Sakura cleaning up just down the hallway; before he heard the sound of her footsteps walking passed his room.
"Sakura…" The footsteps halted at his door, a small sliver of light became visible when Sakura inched the door open.
"Sasuke-kun?"
"I can't sleep…"
"…"
"Nevermind…"
"…"
"Sigh…"
It was silent for a long time and Sasuke slid his eyes closed so he could ignore the strange look he was receiving from his pink haired friend. He didn't quite know why he called out to her, or why he felt she should know he couldn't sleep. There wasn't really anything she could do about that, right? Sedatives would not mix well with the heavy painkillers he was taking. Suddenly the other side of the bed dipped with a new weight. Sasuke immediately stiffened, black eyes shooting open to rest on the person shuffling under the sheets with him. Calm green pools stared back at him warmly as that heat fought to take over his face.
"Sakura…" he trailed off when a pink head of hair snuggled itself into his shoulder, rather comfortably.
"Sleep Sasuke-kun," came the murmured reply. He did, almost instantly as he wrapped an arm around the thin waist of his friend. Why was the bed suddenly ten times more comfortable? Oh well, he'd figure it out in the morning.
Sakura slept beside him both nights they were in the house.
Two Days Later
Sakura noticed the change in Sasuke's demeanor immediately after they walked through the threshold of the Uchiha Main House. It was almost imperceptible, but after years of working with stoic ninja patients, Sakura knew a thing or two about reading people. The minute they made it into the living area of the house, now cleaned and restored to its original state, the raven haired teen's back had stiffened. She could almost hear the memories racing through his head as he stared around the room with hazed eyes. Those onyx orbs were so distant…so far a way from her, she couldn't help but shiver at how wrong it looked. Sasuke was no longer here with her, in the present. Sasuke was back in his past, seeing some distant memory no doubt triggered by the room's familiarity.
She didn't say anything, she just took their bags and headed towards the direction Tsunade had told her the bedrooms were in. Sasuke needed to be alone for a little while, so she made it her personal mission to make herself sparse until he came looking for her. 'Take the hallway to the left and walk straight down to the end. The last door on your right should be Sasuke's room,' Sakura remembered her shishou saying. She turned down the appropriate hall, noting a rather dark, heavy aura of despair hanging around her.
She passed the first door…closed tightly and taped with yellow "caution" tape. It was Itachi's room. She pulled the tape off the door, not wanting Sasuke's attention to be immediately brought to it like that. It was better he found his way here on his own. She walked passed the room, having no desire to enter it. She could almost feel the heavy aura from behind the door. Sakura made her way further down the hallway, passing yet another room with yellow tape sealing the door. The master bedroom; it was the place where Sasuke's parents had been killed. Sakura tore down the tape once again, not liking the fact it was there, but reasoning it'd been placed there so that the Genin cleaning the house would stay out. She took it off anyways. There was no reason for his house to continue looking like the crime scene it'd once been. That would most definitely stunt any forward growth.
Sakura continued past the room. No matter how tempted she was to go in there, to see where it had all happened, she would not enter the room. There were many reasons for her decision. One, she felt the first person to step in that room after all those years should be Sasuke. His demons had lain rotting in that room for all that time and it should be him that opens the door to release them. So, no matter how badly she wanted to go in there to see for herself the place Sasuke's parents were murdered, she didn't. She continued on to his room, laying their things in the corner by the neatly made bed. She could feel Sasuke's presence, still standing in the living room where she'd left him. Her heart ached for her to go out and comfort him, but for now, she knew in her mind that he needed time to himself.
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Sasuke moved through the living room and into the kitchen. The air felt thick around him….thick with sorrow and memories. Glancing at the stove he almost saw a flash of his mother's smiling face, holding a pan that sizzled with whatever breakfast she might have made. Looking down at the table there, he could almost see his stoic father, sitting down and reading the morning paper. He could almost see Itachi finishing off his meal and heading out of the door with his ANBU mask tied to his waist. Sasuke closed his eyes and shook his head to clear the vision as he turned down the path that led to the lake.
Standing on the small boardwalk, he stared down into the clear water pensively. The water sloshed gently against the gravel shore with a soft, soothing sound that calmed him slightly. He remembered everything. He remembered swimming in this lake every summer with his mother and older brother. Sometimes, if he wasn't too busy, even Sasuke's father would come out to join the family. He glanced towards the shallow part of the lake, seeing the vision of Itachi teaching his younger self how to swim. Under the tree to the side he saw his mother lying in a lawn chair with a magazine hovering in front of her face. His brother…he saw his brother swimming around listlessly with him. Those days…so long ago…he remembered how close they'd once been.
'Itachi-nii….are you watching over me somewhere? Do you remember…nii-san…when we used to have those splashing wars here? I do…it was so fun, especially when we'd accidentally get Tou-san with a wave and run for our lives from his wrath,' Sasuke smiled sadly at the memory.
'Do you remember when you told me a Sea monster lived in this lake, Nii-san? Remember how I wouldn't go near it for weeks until Kaa-san ordered you to tell me the truth? Haha…those were the days, ne?'
He rose, walking back into the house and turning automatically down the hall that led towards his bedroom. He vaguely recognized the fact that Sakura hadn't talked to him since they arrived and silently thanked her for her understanding. Sasuke walked down the hall slowly, as if afraid to progress too far. He stopped in front of that all too familiar door. His brother's room…Itachi's room. Turning the knob, he hesitated only briefly before pushing the door open. He was suddenly aware of the fact that it was night time when he had to flick the light on to see into the old room. Had he really been staring out into the lake for so long? Was he really so out of it that he hadn't realized it getting dark around him? He shook the thoughts off, not really caring as he stepped into the room.
It was cleaned and tidied, just like the rest of the house. Nothing had been moved, as far as he could see or remember. He felt a little uncomfortable that someone had been in there to clean, but calmed when he saw the small note stuck to the door assuring him it was someone he knew.
'Bastard,
I just thought you'd probably like to know that it was me who cleaned both your brother's and your parents' rooms. I know you well enough to know you'd probably be upset about the idea of some random Genin coming into here and touching this stuff. I didn't move anything, cept to clean under it, but I put it all back where I found it. Hina-chan and I will be by to see you in about two or three days, so try not to look too pathetic when we get there. (Sasuke could almost see the idiot's smug grin.) Get better soon asshole, we need to start training for the Chuunin Exams a.s.a.p.
From,
Uzumaki Naruto, Rokudaime Hokage of Konohagakure, Best Ninja in History.'
Sasuke snorted at the signature, but pocketed the note anyway. He was glad that Naruto was already forgiving him, and even making steps towards re-establishing their friendship. He was glad it was the Dobe who'd cleaned the two most private rooms in his house, because other than Sakura…if there had to be someone in them, he'd prefer it to be Naruto. Sasuke moved further into the room, glancing around at the familiar blue walls, and white sheets on the neatly made bed. He sat down on the crisp sheets, probably new since the old ones had most likely been moth eaten and dirty after all these years. Laying down Sasuke nuzzled his nose into the pillow. It didn't smell like Itachi anymore. Of course it didn't, even if the sheets weren't new, it'd been years since his brother had set foot in this room.
'Nii-san…can you hear me? Do you remember when we used to sleep here together during the summer storms? I do…I remember how you used to protect me from the thunder,' Sasuke thought quietly, fingering the clean sheets.
'Please…rest in peace wherever you are…I promise…I'll avenge you and the Clan. You don't have to worry about a thing…'
'… I forgive you Nii-san'
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After a few hours of lying in his brother's bed and reliving the memories sparked by staring around that room, Sasuke decided it was time to go find Sakura. He was hungry, she was probably hungry, and he knew she was probably worrying about him right now. He quietly pulled the door to his brother's room shut before heading in the direction he sensed his friend's chakra signal coming from. It was coming from inside his own room, he figured she'd probably brought their things in there and gotten settled in while he was walking around in his memory induced haze. He felt a little guilty that he'd ignored her all day, but he knew she'd understand. Sasuke pushed the door open only to find his doctor sprawled out over his made bed. She was dead asleep, pink hair fanned out behind her like some kind of cotton candy halo and pretty lashes kissing the edges of her cheeks.
He moved quietly over to the bed, so as not to wake her, squatting down to stare at level with her face. Sakura looked so peaceful in sleep. Well…it's not that she didn't look peaceful and cheerful during the day with that bright smile of hers. This was a different kind of peaceful; a serene peaceful that made her look rather beautiful. Her lips parted in a small sigh, drawing Sasuke's dark eyes to their pink, heart shaped fullness. Her skin was so smooth and evenly toned, not too pale and not quite tanned either. Her skin tone was somewhere between Hinata's creamy paleness and Temari's honey gold. It was a nice medium, soft looking and without blemishes. Sasuke felt the sudden urge to reach out and see for himself if she was as soft as she looked.
He retracted his hand almost as soon as he'd raised it to her face. He didn't want to wake her. After all she'd been through to save him…he figured she must be exhausted. Sasuke stood and padded quietly back to the open door. With one last look at the sleeping kunoichi on his bed, he pulled the door closed. He would let her sleep for a few more hours. It was only seven now, the sun had just disappeared beyond the horizon, and he was perfectly capable of making dinner before she woke. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet beside the bathroom, he pushed the door open and entered. A hot shower sounded really nice. It'd been a few weeks since he'd been able to move properly. In the hospital he was usually sponge bathed. It would feel nice to shower properly. After that, he would make dinner, because after everything she'd done for him, Sakura deserved one night off at the very least.
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Sakura woke to the smell of frying vegetables. It smelled incredible. She felt her mouth watering just thinking about what it could be. Her eyes fluttered open, hands coming up to rub the sleep out of them as she slid off the bed groggily. It was dark, she noted, as she felt around for the switch to the night table lamp. She glanced around the room once it was successfully lit. 'How long have I been asleep?' she wondered. Her green gaze settled on the far wall where an Uchiha Fan shaped clock read "8:30pm". She stumbled over her own feet because of how quickly she dashed out of the room. She'd been asleep for a good four hours. 'Shit, where's Sasuke?' she thought.
She followed the scent of the cooking, figuring that the Uchiha had probably gotten hungry and decided to cook for himself since she hadn't woken in time. As she walked through the hall that led to the rest of the house, she dug through her bag to find Sasuke's pain relievers and anti-scar cream. The jar was almost empty, she made a mental note to have Shia make more later on. 'Alright so after dinner he'll take his pills and I'll put the cream on his wounds. It looks like it's working so far, but I'll keep putting it on until they're fully heal…'
"GASP!"
CRASH!
Sasuke spun around quickly, knife in hand at the loud sound of breaking glass behind him. He relaxed upon seeing that it was only Sakura. He lifted a brow at her current, shocked expression. Green eyes were widely staring at him, that gentle face flushed pink as her hair, and a hand positioned in front of her gaping mouth. He stared quizzically back at her, unsure of why she was so surprised to see him. As for Sakura, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes on Sasuke's face. When she'd walked into the kitchens she hadn't been quite prepared for what she found there. Sasuke stood, knife in hand, cooking….but that wasn't really what shocked her. Naturally if it was only the two of them in the house, he'd have been the one cooking. But the fact that he was standing in front of the stove…bare chested, with a towel slung around his waist haphazardly had definitely knocked a few brain cells loopy.
"S…sorry!" she managed, spinning around to face the wall. Sasuke tilted his head to the side wondering what was wrong. Then, out of his peripheral, he noticed his lack of clothing.
"Oh…" he mumbled. He moved forward, placing a hand on her shoulder to try and calm her. Sakura stiffened and jerked away from him.
"Sasuke-kun! Don't just walk around naked! Go put clothes on!" she cried, flushing darkly and keeping her eyes averted to the floor.
"Gomen…" he said softly, hurrying down the corridor and into his room.
When he returned Sakura was serving the meal he'd prepared into two plates. Her hands looked a little shaky, and she still seemed a bit disoriented. Sakura + Half Naked Me Awkward. Sasuke made a mental note not to walk around the house unless he was decent. Would he have been as frazzled if it'd been the other way around? Hm…he didn't think so, but then again…he'd never seen Sakura naked so he wouldn't know. He raked his eyes up and down her form briefly, his mind stripping the clothing away as it tried to imagine what she may look like from what little he'd seen. Sasuke felt a small jolt in his lower belly and coughed deliberately to distract himself. He sat down. 'What the hell am I doing? That is completely inappropriate. I should have more respect than that…not to mention restraint,' he chided himself.
Sakura, who had remained oblivious to his mental disrobement of her person, placed a plate of food in front of him along with the proper utensils. She sat down with a smile, muttering "Itadakimasu" before beginning her meal. She chewed thoughtfully for a few moments before complimenting him on his cooking skills. Sasuke nodded, wondering why it was such a surprise he could cook. He had always had the ability. His mother had taught him when he when he was little.
'Wow…maybe if you told her that, she'd know it too,' a voice said sarcastically in the back of his mind. He froze.
Of course she was surprised. She really didn't know anything about him. Okay, so maybe she knew some things about him. It was unfair to say she didn't know anything, but there were a lot of things she didn't know. He felt like he should tell her, but that could wait a little while. It's not that he didn't trust her, because Gods if he didn't trust her after she almost died to save his life, then there'd really be something wrong with him. It's more that he wasn't ready to think of all the good memories of his younger life, when he hadn't faced the bad ones yet. That sounds weird but, when you've had a hard life…thinking about the good times inevitably reminds you of how bad it eventually got. For now,
"My mother taught me," he said blankly, putting some rice into his mouth and chewing slowly. Sakura paused, unsure of what to say to that. She knew she should just leave it.
"She must have been really good at it," she said. 'Damn my curiosity,' she thought.
"She was," was the answer, blank and unemotional.
The rest of their meal passed in comfortable silence. Sakura decided against pressing any more information from Sasuke about his past, and Sasuke was content in letting her do so. The time would come when he was ready to speak to her about his past, both good and bad. That time would be soon, just not right now. Right now, he wanted to sleep. He wanted to lie down and go to sleep for the night. Sakura cleaned up the dishes and then they both made their way towards his room. She said something about taking a shower, to which he nodded and watched her walk away. He walked down the hall that lead to his room, stopping at his brother's door briefly.
'Goodnight, Nii-san…' he thought briefly before continuing on.
As he walked past his parents' room, he thought about going in there. Could he? He wasn't sure if he was ready to see that room again yet. He continued on to his own room. The master bedroom could wait for tomorrow. Really, after spending all that time in Itachi's room, he couldn't take the memories that would be brought to the surface of his mind in his parents' room. He could hear the shower running, and the soft sound of Sakura humming some unknown tune. She had a nice voice. It wasn't amazing…it didn't sound like angels singing or anything. It was just nice. It moved from note to note without any awkward breaks and stayed in the key it'd started in. It was soothing…he found his eyelids growing heavy. He was almost sleeping when he felt Sakura's weight dip the other side of the bed. He stiffened. She froze.
"Is it okay, Sasuke-kun?" she asked. Maybe he didn't want her to sleep with him tonight.
"Gomen…it's not your fault. Please," he said, uncurling his arm and clasping a hand around her wrist. He tugged her against him. She let out a little "oof" as she fell against him.
"Are you sure?" she asked, uneasy. He sighed.
"It's fine. It's nothing to do with you," he said quietly. She seemed to calm and within minutes she was sleeping peacefully against him.
In truth it really didn't have anything to do with Sakura. He'd gotten used to sleeping next to her and would even go as far as saying he kind of didn't want her to stop. It was the house that made him jumpy. It was the house that made him feel a little paranoid. It's only natural. After all, the house held a lot of painful memories for him. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms securely around the woman in his bed. She sighed against his neck, hot air washing over the skin there as she murmured something unintelligible in her sleep. Sasuke merely held on to her as he allowed himself to fall into a light slumber. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
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The next day Sasuke woke to the smell of breakfast. Sure enough, Sakura dragged him to the table and made him eat. Not that eating her cooking was a chore or anything, he actually rather enjoyed her meals, but his mind just wasn't on eating at the moment. She seemed to understand. After breakfast he found he couldn't find her anywhere. He could still sense her chakra somewhere nearby, but she seemed to have left the house in order to give him some privacy. He knew he must look crazy with his far away eyes and unresponsive manner. The thing he liked about having Sakura as his roommate/parole officer was that she understood the meaning of those things. She understood that he needed to be alone with his memories for a while and he was very grateful for that.
Sasuke was currently sitting in the middle of his parents' room, where he'd discovered their beheaded, bloodied bodies all those years ago. The blood was gone of course, but he could still see it clearly. He could still see clearly the scene of his beloved older brother standing emotionlessly over their dead parents' bodies. He could still see the gleam of the katana, silver-blue in the moonlight, with beads of ruby blood trickling over its blade. He shuddered, remembering the distant look in his brother's eyes, like it was nothing…like killing his parents meant nothing to him and left him with no scars. Sasuke, of course, knew better than that now….but he would always remember the way he felt that night. He would always remember the feeling of torn betrayal as his eight year old little heart shattered into a million pieces that he was sure could never be properly put back together again.
He hadn't realized he'd started crying until there were suddenly warm arms hugging him to an equally warm body. He fought against the grip for a moment, his confused mind unsure of who it was, but gave up in the end. He couldn't do anything against it at the moment. Sasuke didn't hear how loud he was sobbing, didn't feel how violently he was shaking. He felt nothing, only numbness as he stared at the bed that had once belonged to his parents. A voice was murmuring soothingly into his ears, though he didn't have the ability to decipher what it was saying. He felt the world around him dissolving. He was back in that time now, staring at the dead bodies of two of his most beloved people. He didn't want to be there…he squeezed his eyes shut clinging to the source of warmth…of that caring voice. Though he couldn't seem to bring himself into reality, he allowed that voice to caress his being. Soon it was all he heard.
Sakura held on to her friend tightly as he sobbed like she'd never seen anyone sob before. When she'd walked back into the house to check on him, she'd heard whimpering coming from the master bedroom. She held herself back from coming to him until the sobbing started. In long, desperate screams, Sasuke's voice released years of pent up anguish. It was frightening, to see someone who'd always been so cool and aloof, break down to the point that he couldn't distinguish reality from hallucination. It was clear that he didn't know she was there. It was clear that he didn't know who was holding him. It was frighteningly clear that he was hallucinating about the Massacre and there was really nothing she could do to help him break out of it.
So, she held him. Sakura just held him and tried to sooth him by whispering careful words into his ear. He probably couldn't understand her, in fact he was probably completely unaware of just how badly he was losing it right now, but she continued to try and calm him with all of her efforts. Right now, Sasuke wasn't with her. He was in his past, probably watching over and over again as he parents were killed before his eyes. She wished there was something she could do to help him return to her, but she knew she was already doing all she could. She would just have to wait until he surfaced from his flashback. Until then…she would continue holding him.
"It's alright Sasuke-kun…I'm here…I'm here…" she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead.
'I'm so sorry Sasuke-kun…I wish…I wish I could save you from this…'
TBC..
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