standard disclaimer applies.
note: This one is going to be finished, no matter what happens.
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Prologue
They were seven.
She hated being teased.
He could care less.
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She was fragile like luminous glass.
One word,
one hit,
and it's over:
she cries.
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He stands there not knowing what to do.
She just stands there head hung low,
taking in the cursed words.
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It's as if no one cares.
And it won't stop.
No one can save her.
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They wait for something, anything.
But nothing thus they walk away.
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When she knows it's over,
she lets go and runs.
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She's moving,
faster,
faster,
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Gone.
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"Here."
Her head goes up and her eyes met his.
"Take it."
And she does. The tears are wiped away with a handkerchief.
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They never met each other formally. It was only casual playing with other children at the park. They didn't know each others' name or what school the other one went to. All that they knew of was that the other would be there to play games by the monkey bars or swing on the wings like there was no end to their time together.
As if, it was endless.
Because at the age of seven,
the future seemed so far away.
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There was a long silence. She sniffed too many times.
"It's pretty—"
She looks up.
"What?"
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It was going to be her first compliment.
And as time went on,
no one would be able to compete with it in her book.
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"—your forehead."
More silence.
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And for the first time,
Haruno Sakura giggled.
"Arigatou."
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Time passes. They meet when their mothers' decided to bring them to the park on the same day. For hours on at a time she'll giggle and he'd simple just stare at her at amazement. He was young and so was she, but that didn't stop him from realizing something she'd never.
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"What?" she asks, head cocked to the side,
face holding an expression of curiosity and wonder.
And he'll stare.
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Days like these, were ones
that etch into his mind
till no end of.
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They stare at each other waiting.
Until one of them cracks,
and that would always be her.
"Sasuke-kun."
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Bam.
"I—"
He'll stutter and falter,
words won't form as he stares.
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"Nothing. You're annoying."
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Yes, Uchiha Sasuke had realized something at a young age that takes many other people ages to. And the girl before him would be like those, who were oblivious and take forever to figure it out. He'd swing on the swings with her and tell her about his day. She would drag him along to do things that he'd rather not but never hear complaints from him otherwise. They would simple just be together like best friends tend to be.
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"NE?"
No response.
"Baka no Sasuke!"
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She runs to the slide,
he fallows after her like he's done so many times.
"Sakura!"
He had indeed know something,
she could probably never understand.
It was the emotion in every feature,
Her eyes,
Her smile,
The way it would radiate around her.
Yes, Uchiha Sasuke knew,
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"Sumimasen!"
—Haruno Sakura, was beautiful even if she didn't try.
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Time would pass, like it always does. There would be days he'd arrive and she wouldn't, vice versa. There would be days it'd rain and neither could leave the house, days where it was so hot that they had to go under a tree for the longest time, and days where they would argue with one another. All the days would end the same, long or a short farewell with a 'till next time came beside it.
The other side would never admit it up front but, they were waiting for the next meeting. When the next meeting came, she'd run to him with the same smile plastered on her face and he'd wave at her shyly for his mother would be beside him greeting her. Thing changed on a daily bases, the weather, topics, games, and personalities along with appearances; but most of these things went unnoticed between the two for the most part.
And like many things, the thought of never seeing each other crossed their minds. It wasn't because they were too young or too naïve no, it was none of these for this pair. They were simply too caught up in their own world to even realize that one thing could simply make it allvanish.
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"But, Father—"
"Sasuke."
The younger boy went silent.
"What are you waiting for? Go."
He bowed his head down and
moved from his kneeling position.
And left the room,
with only one destination in mind.
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He loves tomatoes.
He loves literature.
He loves few things,
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His feet hit the wooden floors,
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
His mind runs to the girl,
who stands out in a crowd like a sore thumb.
Uchiha Sasuke knocks.
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—And hates a lot of things.
Like when people don't earn what they get.
Like when girls scream in excitement.
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The door opens, "Sasuke? What—"
He steps inside without a word.
"—brings you here?"
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"See you tomorrow, Sasuke-kun!"
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Fists are formed and a jaw clinches.
"Are you alright?"
Before they could ask him again,
"I hate you."
Daggers are shot. Eyes widen.
And one walks away,
leaving the other standing shocked.
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But most importantly,
He hates being compared to Uchiha Itachi.
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…Time Passes…
She goes whenever she's free,
hoping that just once
her prince would arrive,
Just like old times.
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She sits on the swings,
the wind blows her hair.
"Sakura, it's time to go."
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Sasuke-kun…
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And her head goes down.
"Sakura."
She makes no attempt to move.
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Sasuke-kun…
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Memories with words and actions,
they pass over her eyes.
And she shuts them—
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"It's time to go home."
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—tight. To forget and
most importantly,
let go.
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Her eyes open
and her head moves upward.
With a smile plastered onto her face,
Haruno Sakura replies:
"Hai."
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...to be continued...
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-awakard wave- Haii guys! Do you remember me? hehe...
Anyways! I do plan on actually finishing this but do bare with me because high school has become very hectic over the pass year and probably will be even worse next year. I did intend to finish or rather, rewrite a few of my old fanfictions but never had the time due to my classes. So, I do plan on doing as much as possible now that the year is coming to the end and summer is near. (: So, I promise you all I will be back for good but my updates will take time... hahaha.
[original post: 4/20/12; update: 5/29/12]