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Shizukesa: [2] - Morning Rain

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Rays 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 village in beauty. Sakura’s head fell to rest on her open palms, her elbows on the windowsill, entranced by the picturesque view from her picture frame window. A solitary leaf fell from a tree nearby, and it floated on the heavenly morning air, twisting and turning playfully as if it were a childish bird experimenting with its wings. Highlighted in the bright morning rays of sun, it captivated Sakura’s eyes, and she grinned even more. Another sigh of contentment escaped her.

“Are you done?” Sasuke’s voice rumbled into her open window.

Sakura’s expression changed into one of awe as she turned her head to see the Uchiha perched on the outside of her windowsill. His arms were slack, rested on one of his knees. His other leg dangled in midair over the street. His head was pressed back on the wall of Sakura’s apartment, and his obsidian eyes sparkled in the morning light. The picturesque beauty of the village paled in comparison to this boy, dressed in black and crouched like a wingless demon, but illuminated like an angel, with thousands of tiny light fragments sparking off of his eyes and headband.

“D-done what?” She stuttered, taken aback by his presence. Sometimes she could swear he was a cat. How long had he been sitting there?

Letting his eyes fall shut and leaning his head against the wall of the building, he breathed “Staring out the window and sighing.” There was a touch of amusement in his voice, and she wasn’t sure if it was directed at her stutter or her fascination with the morning sunlight.

“It’s so beautiful... Are you not seeing this?” she asked, amazed at how how he could sit there with his eyes closed in light of the brilliant scene before them.

Now it was Sasuke’s turn to sigh. “It gets old...” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Sakura just stared. Attempting to imagine Sasuke watching a sunrise was almost as difficult as trying to picture him crying.

“Kakashi wants us to meet him at the training grounds at ten, and you know that means he’ll show up at noon.” he finished, his voice laden with annoyance at their sensei’s consistent tardiness.

Of course he wasn’t here to see her, Sakura thought with a twinge of hurt. He was too pragmatic for that.

“So why are you here at the crack of dawn?” she asked in a small voice.

“I don’t know,” he said flatly, as if he were stating the color of his shirt, “I couldn’t think of anywhere else to walk.”

This confused her even more. Why... what?

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” she questioned desperately. The sound of her voice floated over the water’s surface, a calm antithesis to the turmoil in her mind.

“Why do you care?” His voice was cold - no... it wasn’t. It sounded sad and lonely under the hurt anger. There was pain laced into every word that he spoke, as if he were in fiery chains.

“Revenge isn’t going to make you happy. I know I can’t understand how you feel, but it hurts me to see you in pain like this. I just want to help...” Sakura pleaded, tears coming to her eyes over the self-destruction that he was headed for. “I care because I love you, Sasuke!” With this, the tears freed themselves from her eyes and ran down the sides of her face, like a line of escaped prisoners racing towards definite freedom. Stinging, she slammed her eyes shut as the sobs began to force their way out.

Suddenly she remembered, remembered the tears, remembered the cold bite of the night’s windy teeth,  remembered the way she had pleaded with Sasuke to stay with her, not to leave her for the temptress that was power and revenge.

He was sitting a few feet away from her, his handsome profile sharpened by the morning sun instead of blurred by the night sky. Realization suddenly fell on her with the impact of an explosion.

Overcome with emotion, she reached out, grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside through the open window. His confused face blurred as she beheld the simple fact that he was standing there. With tears in her eyes once again, she threw her arms around him and squeezed like he was a life-sized plush teddy bear.

Sasuke stayed silent for the duration of the embrace, his chest rising and falling slowly with each weary breath he took. Sakura, with her ears pressed against his ribcage contented herself with listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. After twenty or thirty beats, she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“...Are you done?” Sasuke asked, in a gentle tone that was night and day from when he’d asked earlier. His dark, bottomless black eyes seemed to be looking directly at her for the first time.

“That time... Crying...” croaked Sasuke, his voice rough and guttural. Sakura could barely believe this boy had ever cried. Meeting his gaze, she tried to picture his coal black eyes wet with tears. The image was an impossible one to conjure.

“I am an avenger. I have to become stronger than him so I can kill him.” The croak grew into a growl, a roar in its infancy. As she stared into his impossible eyes, she didn’t see him staring back. His dark eyes were eyes that looked past her, looked through her as if transparent, as if she were a ghost.

“D-done what?” a hiccup, a straggler from her tears, interrupted her sentence, causing her to stutter once more.

“Done crying,” he breathed. Noticing her reflection in Sasuke’s gentle eyes - wait... gentle? Sakura blinked to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Those black eyes, so often filled with anger, pain, or hatred were gazing at her with genuine care and worry. Was she still asleep, trapped in some twisted version of reality where he had some form of empathy? Maybe he wasn’t heartless after all. Sakura’s own heart sped up, flustered with Sasuke’s steady gaze.

“Sakura...” Hearing the sound of her name on his lips, spoken with such tenderness, made her heart melt, her head lighten, her world spin...
It's 12:32 AM, so it's technically Friday, eh? <-- Canada. Nuff said.

Sooo, I guess the real SasuSaku begins here.

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In regards to Sasuke being out of character, do not fret! He is very low on sleep and emotionally confused, it's not a priority for him to keep up his defenses right now therefore being 'cool' is less important to him at the moment.

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Loveislightblue's avatar
6 paragraphs down. 

it's says "one one", but I think you meant "on one"

:)