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"Sakura."
"Hai Sasuke-kun!?"
"Here."
The female took the note from him, opening it up casually, though her eyes widened at the contents, she almost choked. Looking up at him,
"I-I'm not sure if I can make the wedding.."
Silence swallowed over the two as they stood there, one staring intently at the shorter one, as she stared at the letter, reading its contents over and over.
"...Hn.."
His voice seemed to have cracked, even with one word. Was he disappointed? Laughing mentally at herself, though watched as he began to walk away, her eyes fell to the ground as she dropped the note. "Goodbye Sasuke-kun.." When the male turned around sharply, she hadn't been found, her chakara was gone as if she had vanished into the wind that swept by. He looked around, what had she meant by that?! Furiously he began to search the village, and after awhile he raided her home, only to find everything in neat organized matters. She was no where to be found. After two months, she was declared dead, no one had found her body or what had happened. Many blamed the Uchiha, though soon got over it as they went on with their lives.
Sasuke looked at the crowd after he pulled back from his now wife's lips. He smiled at her, though his eyes widened at the pink hair he caught. Was it her? Was she really alive!? Had she..really come to his wedding?..His eyes trailed over to the blond haired male who had noticed the pink and had rushed off after it.
Sakura cried loudly her arms pulled over her head as she tried to drown the sound of her loud sobbing and crying out. It was no use after awhile, she had prepared two months for the mental break down and the heart ache she would have. Though she hadn't expected it to be as bad as it was. She banged her fists against the ground, re-digging her nails into the ground once more. What did that woman have that she didn't?! That woman wasn't even a Kunoichi! What difference did being a Kunoichi and not, make? No difference at all, slowly she leaned up against the tree, pulling out from the sleeve of her kimono a slick and sharp kunai. Staring at it for a few minutes, as the tears never stopped, the pain in her chest increasing with every breath she took. Slowly she raised it above her chest, aiming for her heart as it plunged into her, piercing through her skin as blood gushed out before it struck her heart quickly slicing through it as if it was a piece of paper. Her eyes slowly became dull as she forced her hands to move and spell out in the dirt, 'I still love you' before they fell motionlessly to her side, the blood gushed onto her beautiful kimono and covered her with a bright red color. Even though the body was now no longer occupied with someone, the tears still streamed down her cheeks, she had left her body, but her heart still ached for her only love. Her head dropped low, her hands on either side of her, the tears continued to streak down her face as the blood gushed out, though gradually became slower and slower. Until there was no more blood to leave her body. She had been betrayed by her best friend, her love, had broken her heart more then once. She had no use in anyone's life anymore. She was a burden, she had no special ability, she couldn't enter people's body, or anything, she couldn't trace people's movements or copy their abilities. She was a pathetic heart broken girl, with a crush that turned into love, and ended in betrayal...
The raven haired male made his way through the crowd, pushing people out of his way before he sprinted into a run reaching the border of the village, crossing it as he ran as fast as his legs could take him with the chakara pouring into every step he took. Though feeling someone grab his arm, he was yanked backwards, looking over, his eyes widened at the blond haired male, who had tears streaking down his face, shaking his head. The raven haired male simply yanked his arm back before he continued to run, slowly he came to a stop, there was the pink haired female, the blood fresh and covering her beautiful kimono. Slowly he walked over, tears for the first time since his clan slaughter, streaked down his face as he fell to his knees, slowly lifting up the fragile girl's chin, her eyes still pouring with tears as her eyes stared motionlessly straight through him as if he was a ghost. His eyes trailed down to her hands, the words writting in the dirt. Causing more tears to run down his face as he wrapped his arms around the forgotten female. Crying into her dead shoulder, screaming her name over and over. Why had he been so stupid?! He didn't love that woman! He loved her, and now, he could never have her. Keeping her in his arms, as if he could bring her back to life by holding onto her tightly. Her pink hair brushed against his cheek, her hair still silky soft. Pulling back he looked her in the eyes again, pressing his lips against hers, though got no kiss back as he pulled back, pressing his head up against her bloody chest as if trying to listen for a heart beat as he sobbed loudly. Yelling mentally at his self, he had married that woman thinking it was for the better, better for Sakura if she moved on. Now it ended like this, and it was his fault, she had so much potention in her life, becoming a successful apprentice of the hokage, her monsterious strength and a skilled medic-nin. Her life ended in tragedy, all because of him. Slowly, he grabbed her free hand, lacing her motionless hand with his as he cried into her chest, holding her close to him. Feeling like a completely lost child, as the woman he loved, gave no comforting words, nor held him in his time of need. She had abandoned him, he had abandoned her, and he was paying for it now..
"Aishiteru, Sakura.."
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