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Shizukesa:  - Love and MiseryDripping with water, Sasuke plodded onto the grass and sprawled out on his back, arms splayed out like he was reaching for something on either side of him. With his eyes closed, he lay there like a felled log, letting the sun dry him with its summer heat.
It was a picturesque scene, among the playful trees and silent water; he was a testament to the serenity of the scenery, the sunny beams and shadow streams drawing swirls across his body.
Sakura let her gaze rest on him. She wondered what was going through his mind right now.
Whispering slithers from the leaves tickled her ears, the silent spray of the water responded in kind. All of nature was fully awake; flight-feathered birds soared over the pond, fish scattered below the surface, and a tiny snake hissed in an inaudible voice. Subtlety, so vivid in her eyes, suddenly manifested itself, and things that she had seen, but had not registered in her mind, began to present themselves to her. The sparkling surface of the water cast a nea
Shizukesa:  - TearsThe pair of them sat on the same bench as they had the night before, a negative photograph of what it had been before. The sun’s rays caused the duck pond to gleam like a piece of molten metal. Painting intricate shadows on the scenery, the trees danced in the afternoon air, their leaves rustling playfully.
Sakura was crying again, tears running down her face and joining their fallen brethren on the park bench.
“Sasuke... I’m -hic- sorry... I didn’t know...” She sobbed, terrified by the boy before her.
“Now you do.” he said flatly, his voice surprisingly level for the amount of emotion he had just divulged.
So many things made sense to her now, the least of which was Sasuke’s annoyance at the children. How did he live with that kind of emotional baggage, let alone be as stable as he was?
Living with what he’d just told her would be enough to drive her to madness.
“You must -hic- hate me...” Sakura cried.
Shizukesa:  - YouthThe village was bustling with activity, the afternoon summer air seeming to invigorate its inhabitants. Market stalls lined the busy street, civilians bought trinkets and groceries, and the blazing sun lazed across the sky. Naruto was walking backwards with his hands behind his head and a grin splitting his face, bragging to Kakashi about how much they’d improved. Sasuke and Sakura walked beside each other behind Naruto and Kakashi in silence, but both were thinking of the odd morning they’d shared.
“Ichiraku, Sensei! Please?” Naruto pestered, pointing to his favourite ramen stand.
“Sasuke, Sakura, what do you want?” Kakashi asked.
Both of them started, having been pulled from their thoughts.
“Pardon me, Sensei?” Sakura asked.
“Do you feel like Ichiraku?” Kakashi repeated.
“Sure!” She smiled gently, and turned to Sasuke. “If that’s okay with you, Sasuke?”
“Okay.” His voice was fl
Shizukesa:  - TeamworkThe training grounds hadn’t changed at all since Team 7 had first become Genin. The trees still laughed down with their tickled leaves, the ground still had the hole that Kakashi had dragged Sasuke into, leaving only his head above ground, and the three pillars still stood, chest height, sentinels of the ninja way. Except for the fact that Naruto was standing on them. All three of them.
Noticing their approach, their orange suited teammate hopped down, grinning widely.
“Hey!” Naruto yelled, running up to his friends.
“Hi, Naruto.” Sakura said, in a half-hearted tone that betrayed her distractedness.
“What’s wrong, Sakura? Did Sasuke do something? I’ll beat him up!!” Naruto’s voice escalated to a yell, his fist shaking in front of his face.
Before she could reply, Naruto had run up to Sasuke and started glaring at him. “What did you do to Sakura, you jerk!?”
Sasuke just blinked, his expression dry and unamused, a hi
Shizukesa:  - BreakfastSakura was acting strange. Glassy and unfocused were the eyes that met his own, and a split second before it occurred, Sasuke figured out what was about to happen. Instantly he was behind Sakura’s falling figure, catching her gently in his arms. This wasn’t the first time she had fainted around him... She’d wake up soon... probably. What was he supposed to do when somebody fainted? He’d never been particularly interested in medical studies, that was Sakura’s area of expertise. And seeing as she was unconscious... A sigh escaped him, the breath stirring the strands of hair covering Sakura’s face. Blushing slightly, he turned and placed her softly on the rumpled fabrics of her bed. Fighting back his concern, for that would only lead to unneeded pain and suffering, he spun on his heel and walked out of the room, looking for a cold cloth to use in an attempt to wake her up.
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To Sakura’s unfocused eyes, it looked like there was a tree growing o
Shizukesa:  - Morning RainRays of sunlight yawned through Sakura’s open window, tickling her face and filling her room with the smell of the spring morning air. Normally it would take the equivalent of a natural disaster to wake her up at the crack of dawn, but this morning the bright beams of light gently nudged her awake with their dancing shadows.
A yawn escaped her tired lips as she reached her arms high above her head.
“Aaaaahhh...” A soft sigh of comfort escaped her, and she let herself fall back onto the soft covers of her bed, rolling in the warmth of blankets and sunlight.
The corners of her mouth rose up into a wide grin. She was oddly content to be awake so early, and the warm morning air relaxed her. Serenely, she slipped out of bed into silk slippers, and sat on the window sill to stare out at the sunrise. Konoha’s skyline gleamed in the reddish tint of the cloud-sprinkled sky, each building’s silhouette profiled by strands of liquid light: light which drenched the vil
DiscardedChains fall around you like autumn leaves,
unaware of your freedom, your body steams,
derivatives of tragedy,
your grey hair was once jet black.
You don't know, that you might have been saved, had you been willing
to sacrifice your pointless revenge, to cease your killing,
but the unrest in your blackened heart
caused entities to drag apart
the only person who might take you back.
Shizukesa:  - Midnight MemoriesAlone. That single word bore a lifetime’s worth of weight in Sasuke’s mind. Even here, sitting next to Sakura, listening to her soft breathing as she slept with her head rested on his shoulder, he felt that word’s malevolent influence, threatening to sweep him under the black ocean of his tainted emotions. One of his hands was clenched into a trembling fist, and the other was gripping the wooden slats of the bench tight enough so that if it were alive, he would be strangling it. He felt like a failure. Against Itachi... why had he been so useless, so unable to do what he had always wanted to? All the years that spanned between their last meeting, all nothing, all worthless. Still he was far too weak. The screams of his mother and father still echoed in his head, chilling and terrible... and the image of his brother, calmly standing over their corpses with a bloodied black blade, calmly watching Sasuke sob pathetically on the floor of their childhood home was simultan
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