Authors Note: Hey, guys! Sir Ensoic's first fic here. I decided to be brave and produce my own SasuHina fic. This was inspired by another fanfiction called "How to Save a Life" as well. I read it more than a couple years ago and now I can't seem to find it. Now I'm not so sure whether it was actually SasuHina or not. Anywho, the only thing that came close to me writing fanfic was RPG but even i was pretty inconsistent at that so this ride might be a little choppy. I'm a very inexperienced pilot here so hopefully we'll get through this journey with minor injuries. Warning: getting stranded on islands is not uncommon on this flight.

~#~ How to Save a Life ~#~

It was dark, specifically around the outskirts of town where you could barely manage to see the stars from all the light pollution. The air was thinner and colder than usual, signifying the oncoming winter as a figure clad in a black coat and navy blue scarf blended into his surroundings, his frown hidden behind his makeshift mask to protect his nose and cheeks from the autumn breeze's frequent assaults. His jet black hair reflected the moonlight as his coal colored orbs narrowed, slightly watering from the chilling temperature. His hands were warm inside his pockets but he could feel the tingling sensation of the cold affecting his toes in his worn out loafers. He immediately regretted not doing laundry, an image of dirty socks piled up in his bathroom closet seeping into his thoughts. The one time I decided to procrastinate on cleanliness.

Why was he even out past 2 on a Sunday night? He had work in the morning...

Oh, right. 3 years since they were legally able to drink and his best friend still couldn't control himself. He knew damn well his car was in the repair shop too and still managed to persuade him to go to the bar to be his "designated driver". He wasn't into alcohol but his friend really needed a drink though he ended up biting more than he can chew, as always. Bastard's gonna wake up feeling wrecked, he chuckled inwardly. He told him not to go after that pink headed banshee. She was loud and obnoxious... Then again, so was his best friend. Perhaps they were a perfect match. Ahhh, but she had also fancied him in high school and made sure everyone knew it. She was inconsiderate and quite the violent gal, too... She claimed that she was over him but couldn't help but still feel her gaze lingering on him whenever they were in the same room. Good thing he made sure that didn't happen often.

He walked unto the bridge and paused, a couple feet before another figure donning a white gown stood at the top of the railings, holding onto one of the metal pillars for support. He slowly made his way towards her. "Careful, one look down and you're done for," his warning loud against the silent night.

He looked at her waiting for a response, even a quick glance towards him. She kept her gaze steady out into the dark, cold cold waters. Upon seeing no reaction, he took a better look at her. She had a familiar aura around her. Neat front bangs, long straight hair down to her waist; probably as dark as his. Thin; somewhat pale. Judging by their height difference while she was on the railings, she was probably a mere 5'3" to his 6' build. She looked fragile, especially under such baggy bland material which he soon realized was hospital gown.

Suicide... He was surprised he hadn't committed it himself. Especially with the things he's witnessed. Mmh, yes. In a place like this, the ability to be rid of the evils of this world was almost too convenient. Convenient and...

"Tch, how selfish." He walked over beside the girl, leaning over the railings gently, careful as to not create any movement on her only means of ground. He looked far at the distance as well, the quick movement of her brows knitting together going by unnoticed. He could see his own breath.

Complete silence. It stayed like that for a good five minutes before he finally sighed and straightened back up, rolling his eyes, growing impatient. She was getting in his way home. "So are you going to do it or not?"

"I know." His ears perked, barely able to catch the soft sound of her voice. Knew what? That she was gonna jump? She probably thought that he was pressuring her into jumping. Pressure her so much that she wouldn't do it, he hoped. She remained her still composure, though slightly shivering at the cold night air.

"I-I know it's selfish." So she knew that by taking her own life, she would also be killing everyone she knew? Everyone that cared for her? Was it because she was sick and already dying? She didn't even want to go down swinging... Pathetic. Yeah the world was cruel, but where's the fun in letting them win so easily? Yes, she was somewhat thin and the night's weather gave her a sickly hue but she looked fine and capable save for a couple bruises sneaking out past her garments... But he was getting ahead of himself. Until now, he even didn't know she existed. He didn't know what she's been through or what she actually did know or not. People had their reasons and so did he. Who was he to judge so quick?

"It's selfish.. If you weren't me. No one would even notice if I l-left..." She spoke in a hushed tone, voice wavering knowing that if she spoke any louder she'd probably end up choking on her words. He rolled his eyes hearing this plenty of times in tragic fictional novels of angsty teens on the internet. "That's what they all say."

She shook her head. "Y-you don't understand."

He watched her cautiously. "You're right, I don't. I saw my parents murdered in front of me by my own brother. Remember the Uchiha Massacre everyone knows about? That's what happened to my family and me. Fucker's probably still running around..." His tone was harsh. He hated thinking about that night. However, needn't elaborate. He wasn't going to tell her his life story. "But you're right. I don't understand because despite all the bullpiss these clouds dumped on me I managed to have at least one person who I didn't mind having around. Guy sure knows how to put up with a bastard like me," he snickered. It really would've been a shame if he committed suicide before he met Naruto. He then focused his gaze on her back, daring her to even lean an inch forward. "I know you have at least one person like that." And if she didn't, she'll never have one if she left so soon. Quite the sappy thought and very unlike him. "Don't even give me the whole I'm-gonna-die-soon-anyways crap 'cause that is not an excuse."

"I'm so sorry for your loss..." He scoffed, earning a flinch from the raven haired girl. It wasn't like she was the one responsible," but my family might as w-well cease to exist," her fingers twitched and her hand clenched the bottom of her dress, as if she had the urge to follow through with an old habit of hers that required her other hand. "And I-I'm not really ill- physically that is. But even I'm not as fortunate as you," she bowed her head, "the only person who really loved me has been d-dead for years." Her grip around the pillar tightened. He guessed talking out her troubles was working. That, or she didn't want her crying to be the cause of something she would regret on the way down. He could see her shoulders shaking as she bit her lip, a futile attempt to hold back her sobs.

Before he knew it, her knees gave out as she tipped forwards. He grabbed the back of her gown just in time for her to fall backwards into his arms. She was going to live whether she liked it or not and he prayed she wouldn't let him regret it. Kami knows she could actually be from an asylum and was a psychopath who would soon grow attached to him like a leech.

She wept silently until she was finally aware that she was crying on a stranger, her mission of the night disrupted. She jerked upwards and tried to reach for the railings at another attempt to distinguish herself off the face of the earth, but it was helpless against the strong grip he held on her wrists. He spun her around until he could finally see the clearness of her eyes. Puffy, red and, glossy from the fresh downpour of tears. He wasn't sure if they were truly white or a very light blue. So bright that the moonlight's reflection almost made it look like... Well, the moon. She was familiar, indeed.

"Live for them," he told her sternly, barely above a whisper.

She averted her gaze from his, lips quivering. "I don't know who you're talking abou-"

"The dead, damn it!" He was getting frustrated. "Whoever that person you mentioned was. Live for him or her! So many people who didn't deserve to die are buried beneath us," Kaa-san... "So many people who didn't want to die are envious of you and angry!" Tou-san..." Angry that you want to join them in their misery." Is this what he came to be? Someone who lashed out and scolded depressed strangers? Kami help me…

Finally sure that she wasn't gonna run off and take a leap of faith into the frigid waters, he let go of her wrists and took his coat off before wrapping it around her. Unfortunately he only had a thin sweater but his scarf would suffice as a source of warmth for now. The girl's been freezing the whole time. The only hospital he could think of near here was miles away. How the hell did she even get here? "My house isn't too long a walk from here." He could feel her tense up, obviously reluctant to go anywhere with a stranger. Smart, but this wasn't the time for trust issues 'cause his toes were going numb and he could only imagine the condition hers were in. Running around barefoot.. Fool. Didn't hospitals offer their patients socks?

"T-this is kidnapping!"

"I thought you said no one cared?" He gave her a sinister smirk.

She gasped, taking a few steps back. He rolled his eyes. No one could ever tell whether he was joking or not.

"Call the cops when you get there. I don't care." He snapped. He was trying to help her and seldom did he ever try to be a Good Samaritan. He wasn't appreciating her attitude at all, though it was expected. He wouldn't trust himself either, or any other stranger for that matter. But if she knew him, she'd be pretty damn grateful he even waited to hear a response from her.

It was then she realized he wasn't going to leave her alone- not when he knew her intentions- and finally gave up, begrudgingly following him to his apartment. He wasn't going to let her run off with his coat anyways.

He almost couldn't hear the soft "thank you" behind him.

Nyeheh! Much mediocre, I know. I'm just doing this for fun so I'll try not to rely on reviews that much although they are highly appreciated and quite motivational. I know this isn't much either so far but it'll get better… no promises! Thanks for your time. :)