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[dezmari]

Who’s More of a Hero?

SasuSaku Month 2015

Week 5: In Another Life Day 29: Superheroes

It’s an eerily quiet night, something he’s not used to. He much prefers the loud noises, the cries for help, all of that help him takes his mind off his own demons. His fists are itching for a fight. He passes a hand through his hair as he looks down the alleyways of Konohagakure from the top of an apartment building.

The past week has been slow, painfully so, and his long nights have been rather boring. He’s inwardly complaining until a loud scream tears him away from his thoughts.

So he does what he does so well, he runs and he listens. In a mere couple of minutes he’s there. He wastes no time in accessing the situation before he’s on them. His fist connects with a face and satisfactions surges through him in waves.

The two attackers are on the floor, bloodied, bruised, and unconscious and in a second he’s bored again.

He turns and is met face to face with a woman, just about his age, green eyes and pink hair interesting enough for any attacker. There is fear in her eyes but also gratitude. “Thank you.” She says, in a voice so relieved it almost takes him off guard, she has no idea she does it for himself.

“Can you stand?” He finds himself asking as he picks up a white doctors coat from the ground, already stained with mud. He turns to see her standing to her feet with much difficulty.

“I thought I was a goner.” She says, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she slides her back against the concrete wall behind her. Too trusting. “You’re my hero.” She tells him with a large smile as she takes the coat from his hands.

“Tch.” He scoffs, not bothering to correct her. He’s as bad as her attackers, a maniac behind a mask itching to hurt. He walks away without another word and when he’s a good distance away he looks back and there she is still smiling at him.

.    .    .

The next time he encounters her she’s not in danger. He wears no mask, on that occasion he’s just a man who has been drinking a little too much and getting in one too many fights. He spots her in the distance through a glass window in the hospital, she sits beside a crying child.

The child looks pale, his remaining days could probably be counted with a single hand. He watches her as she consoles a crying, dying child with her words and her smiles. Soon the child wipes the tears away and she wraps her arms around him holding the child to her chest in an embrace.

He knows that for that child, that woman was a hero, he knows because once upon a time he needed one.

She wears no mask, works in the daylight, and she saves people with words and smiles. She’s more of a hero than he can ever hope to be.

[dezmari]

In This Life And The Next

~  Kakashi tells him their races are different, perhaps too different. 

SasuSaku Month 2015

Week 5: Another Life Day 31: Reincarnation

Her petite form is almost as big as her weapon which she checks throughout for any stains or wear. She is the better warrior of them all, almost born with her axe in hand she was raised to fight and to do not much else. Sasuke watches Sakura from a few feet away, no longer surprise in his eyes as he regards her almost unconventional self.

Instead his gaze is filled with amusement because he knows her bits and bits by now. He knows she will not stop looking at her weapon until she deems it in perfect conditions and nothing less, he knows she will then place it on her side and slide back until her back is against the trunk of the tree.

It is then when his eyes meet hers, there is no longer a snarky remark at the tip of her tongue just big green eyes that stare at him as if trying to figure him out. He gives her a minute to get used to his presence before he slowly starts to walk towards her.

As always her gaze is guarded and as he takes a seat across from her she watches him carefully. He sees the baby step progress as she no longer glances at her weapon at her side but he also sees the long stretch before she knows like he knows.

Kakashi tells him their races are different, perhaps too different.

She doesn’t believe in life after life, while he does.

He knows that in every life they have lived they have always found in each other and in every life that he’ll live he’ll find her again.

“So you’re no longer set out to kill me?” He asks, his tone of voice amused.

“Well…you’re no longer a threat.” Meaning she’s at ease around him, her lips curl up in a small smile and he stares like a fool whose heart acts up at the sight of her.

When Naruto interrupts, “Hey you two! Either get it on or come help pack up!” his insinuations elude her completely. His long ears flush a shade of pink as he stands up and extends a hand to help her, it’s a surprise when her hand comes in contact with his and the force of her pulling herself up with his help is almost enough to send him back to the ground.

“Thank you.” She speaks, once on her feet, staring up at him through pink lashes her green eyes leaving him momentarily speechless and when the effect passes she’s already picking up her weapon and turning away.

And he’ll count the days until she knows what he knows.

[dezmari]

Last of Their Days

~  In the end of it all, they each do what they do best.

SasuSaku Month 2015

Week 5: In Another Life Day 30: Dystopia/Apocalypse

The world is dying, little by little. There are already a set number of breaths they’ll take before all of it is over.  She can see the end, she can feel it, sense it. Life is slipping away and there is nothing that can be done.

And the clock is ticking and everything around them falls and burns, it’s suffocating.

“It’s just a matter of time…” She tells him every day, no hope for a future in her voice and every single day he pretends he doesn’t hear her.

Somehow, she knows, her breath is stuck in her throat as she turn around and spots him in the distance walking toward her direction. It’s the only way out the refugee camp and she’d been there only a few minutes. He is dressed in dark camouflage colors pistols hanging at both his sides and his two swords on his back.

The determination and resolve that burns in his eyes doesn’t surprise her one bit it’s always been there… and this, just like their own end, was a matter of time.

He walks past her and only stops when she speaks. “What are you doing?” Even though she knows the answer.

“I will fight for a future.” He answers and she can almost hear as he says “our future”.

“Sasuke, it’s over, nothing you do will change that.” She tries and fails to convince him so she pleads. “Please just stay.” And she knows her pleads fall on deaf ears, but she doesn’t expect any less from a man who never known how to give up.

He takes another step and she tries once more because if she doesn’t she’ll never forgive herself. “Please, I love you, don’t do this.” But he will and she can see it on his posture, on the way his shoulders are squared, the way he stands firm. “If you stay, nothing else will matter, not as long as we’re together.”

He turns to her as the words come out of his lips. “I’ll be back, and we’ll be together forever.” And all her pleas are forgotten. He’s holding back tears, his eyes imploring her to understand that there is no way he can lose without a fight.

And he’ll fight, he will fight until his very last breath for the dream of their future.

Despite how she doesn’t want to, she understands. Her lips set in a thin line as she keeps from begging him to give her the last of their days.

In the end of it all, they each do what they do best.

He walks away and she pours her heart into it, both condemned to die under the same sky.

[dezmari]

See You Soon

~ “Let’s not kid ourselves, there will always be a next time.”

SasuSaku Month 2015

Week 5: In Another Life Day 28: Through the Wardrobe

“Yeah, I’m meeting up with Ino to find you a little present for our honeymoon.” She winked over at him as she stepped out of the car.

“You do that.” He chuckled “I’ll see you tonight at home.”

Sakura turns her attention to her phone as he drives away. ‘See you soon.’ She texted and afterwards she stuffed her cellphone in her purse.

She found the store quickly and grabbed a few pieces without much thought before making her way to the changing rooms. She walks over to the door with a seven and knocks three times, stepping in quickly as it’s opened from the inside.

There she stood face to face with the best man. “Took you long enough” He complained in hushed tones his hand finding its way to her waist as soon as the door closed.

“He insisted on driving me.” She replied, the articles of clothing forgotten in the small seat at the corner.

“Next time just ditch him.” His lips made contact with her neck before she could be reminded of how wrong it all was.

“Shut up.” She whispered hands fumbling nervously and urgently with the buttons on his shirt. “Who told you there’s gonna be a next time?”

“Let’s not kid ourselves.” He paused and turned to look at her eyes boring into hers. “We both know there will always be a next time.” And his lips met with hers in an effort to silence her, every protest died at her lips then.

She soon finished with the buttons on his shirt and turned her attention to his pants, after undoing the belt she got rid of the button and pushed them down. She let her hands wander then, her fingers tracing the lines of his body like a map she knew like the palm of her hand.

His hand slipped under her shirt covering every inch of her with his touch, wherever he touched was fire. She was the one to deepen the kiss her hands trailed down his back and dipped in his pants. He groaned into her mouth at her touch.

They froze as they heard a cellphone ring, parting quickly their eyes met momentarily. It was his, he reached for his cellphone and turned to answer. “What?” He asked, annoyed.

She could faintly hear the voice from the other side. “Are you busy?”

“You could say that.”                      

“Fine, remember we’re meeting in half an hour.” And the call went dead.

“It was your sweetheart.” He spoke, amused as he turned his attention back to her his hand trailed down her legs and beneath her skirt. “We’ll have to make this quick.”

[dezmari]

I’ll Cross Oceans for You

~  ‘You’ll find your way back to me, or I’ll find my way back to you.’

SasuSaku Month 2015

Week 5: In Another Life Day 26: Boarding School

“You’re leaving.” She breathes, lips parted. It’s not a question, but still she finds herself looking into his eyes for an answer he had already given her. He nods again and she closes her eyes shut.

“Madara, he wants me out of the way, far from the family business.” He explains trying to sound nonchalant but she can hear the resentment in his voice, his well disguised hatred for his uncle seeping through his every word. “Right now, I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“I understand.” She opens her eyes again, but doesn’t turn to him, taking hold of the balcony reeling in her hands as she rests her gaze on the ocean. Oceans as far as the eye can see and soon he’ll be at the other side in a land her eyes can’t even reach. “But you’re a fighter and you’ll come back.”

“Aa.” From the corner of her eyes she can see as he, too, stares at the ocean. She knows him like she knows the palm of her hand he says he doesn’t have a choice because he’s exhausted every possible solution.

He’s like a part of her as she is a part of him, they’re irreplaceable and as necessary to each other as the air they breathe.

“Will you miss me?” He asks, suddenly and it is then that she turns to look at him.

She takes in a breath and as she lets it out she speaks. “Yes.” So, so much.

“I’ll miss you too.” He tells her, a sad smile playing at the corner of his lips. It breaks her heart to know that she’ll lose him, to know that he’ll be in a place where she can’t chase the demons away. “I’ll miss you the most.” He whispers, almost inaudibly and she knows he means it, she’s all he has.

They both turn to gaze back at the ocean, watching as the waves go on with their usual pattern all the while they try not to drown in their loss.

And there’s so much they want to say, but they don’t knowing it’s too late. She loves him as much as he loves her and although it remains unspoken and in silence they’ve always known.

“I know you’ll cross this ocean back to me one day…” She tells him and hears him chuckle besides her, understanding the underlining threat in her statement. ‘You’ll find your way back to me, or I’ll find my way back to you.’

He slips his hand in hers, his hold is warm and secure, a silenced yes in the gesture. “Thank you.” He whispers so softly that the words are nearly lost in the wind.