Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Live Again ❯ Familiar Yet Different ( Chapter 4 )

Thoughts

 

 

Sasuke's and Sakura's Inner Selves

 

 

Chapter 4: Familiar Yet Different

 

 

“Sasuke?” She said, her voice barley above a whisper. The man looked at her in confusion. “Sasuke? Who's that?” He asked her, a smirk placed on his handsome face. He looked exactly like Sasuke in almost everyway. He was six foot two, very muscular, almost no fat was found on his body, he had black spiked hair, and he had onyx eyes but the only difference was the fact that he had narrow red and silver slits coming from the pupil of both of his eyes. There were about six slits of each color. The two colors were next to each other with a space separating each individual pair. He had baggy white shorts on and a tight black t-shirt. `Hottie.' Her inner self announced upon seeing the man. `Shut up.' She said to her.

 

 

“Sorry, I- you just look like someone familiar.” Sakura told him. “You mean the man buried beneath your feet?” The man asked her, looking at the gravestone. “Yes.” She muttered to him, her head hung low, looking at the ground. “I see. Well what are you doing here, crying?” He asked her, seeing the trails the tears made and seeing her before crying. She looked up at him. “Why do you care?” She asked him. Why would a stranger be interested in knowing why she was crying and why she was here looking at her love's gravestone?

 

 

He had an answer but he couldn't tell her that without giving away his secrets. “I just do. Is that a crime?” He asked her, well he more of snapped it. She looked surprised at his tone and how he had said it to her. It reminded her of how… Sasuke used to talk to her when they were younger. More tears flowed down her wet red cheeks. The man smacked himself in the head as he saw more tears come from her eyes. `Damn it. I really have to stop making her cry.' He thought to himself. “Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just a habit, ok? Can you please stop crying? I hate it when girls cry.” He asked her, his tone soft.

 

 

Sakura looked up startled, he sounded just like Sasuke to her. I hate it when girls cry. He had told her, when he returned to Kohona after two years of being with Orochimaru. He has left at age fourteen and returned when he was sixteen, having been able to kill Orochimaru but not yet his brother. She had begun to cry the moment she saw him. And instead of calling her a weakling and saying she was annoying, he just hugged her and told her not to cry because he hated it when she cried.

 

 

She nodded even though she was sure that she couldn't. She tried to but it wasn't working at all. This man reminded her too much of Sasuke. Not to mention she was kneeling on his grave, which made her want to cry even more than before. “I can't.” She whispered to him, her head looking towards the ground so her eyes did not meet his. She heard him kneel down, in front of her. She felt a finger slip under her chin and lift her head up to look at him. “And why is that?” The man asked her, softly. She didn't know why but she felt like she could trust this man for some odd reason even know she did not know him. She felt comfortable with him. She couldn't tell why though. She just guessed it was because he looked like Sasuke.

 

 

“Memories.” She told him, averting her eyes from his own by turning her face to the side. “Good or bad?” “Both.” She replied, still not looking at him. “I see. You knew this man very well than?” He asked her, using his free hand to turn her face back towards his. She tried to look away but she couldn't. She found herself in a trance as she looked into his eyes. They held something familiar to her, something very familiar. Something she had seen before. She couldn't tell what it was but she had seen it before in someone else's eyes although she was not sure who.

 

 

“Yes, I did.” She answered, in a small daze. Her tears had slowly disappeared and she stopped crying. “You miss him?” He asked her, curiosity getting the better of him. He really wished to know if she did or did not. It would make things easier for him if he knew. She nodded her head saying, “Yes, I do very much.” “You were not at his funeral if I am not mistaken? If you knew him very well and miss him than why did you not attend?” He asked her, his voice demanding an answer. “I would have gone if I could had.” She said to him, a sad smile across her face. “What do you mean?” He asked her; confused by the answer she had given.

 

 

“I was… well unconscious for about a month. Three weeks and a day to be exact. The funeral was held without me.” Sakura told him, sadly. He let her go, dropping his hands to his sides. Anger rose inside of the man. `How could they have held the funeral without her of all people? Those fucking idiots, they'll pay for that.' He told himself, making a silenced promise while he clenched his fists. “Why would they do that?” He asked, allowing his anger to show in his voice. “I don't know. They, as in best my friends said it was better if I had not gone, saying I would have been worse off if I had went.” Sakura said to him, wondering why he was angry. “They don't seem like very good friends.” He mumbled under his breath but she heard it anyway.

 

 

She giggled a bit and he looked at her, with slight confusion. “That's what I said.” She told him and he nodded. “No friends should do that.” He told her. “I know but I suppose they were just trying to protect me, or something.” Sakura said to him. She did not even understand how her friends could believe that it would make her better if she did not attend the funeral of her love. Whatever made them believe that was a mystery to her. “How is that suppose to protect you?” He asked her, confused by how that was suppose to protect anyone.

 

 

She shrugged in response and said, “I don't know. It seems like a stupid way to protect someone, by keeping them from saying goodbye to someone who they lo…err…never mind that.” He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, looking at her, telling her to tell him what she was going to say before she stopped herself, although he had a good idea of what she had wanted to say. “What?” She asked him, seeing him looking at her. “What were you going to say?” Her cheeks tinted to a pink color. He saw it and smirked.

 

 

“That's none of your business.” She told him. “None of things you told me where yet you told me them. What is so different now?” He asked her, knowing he had trapped her. She looked at him with anger in her eyes. She had no response to that nor did she know why she was talking about her life and other things with a stranger that she knew nothing of. Why the hell was she talking to him? I mean other than the fact that he looks like Sasuke and she feels comfortable around him? She had no answer to that question or his. “I don't know, it just is.” Sakura told him. “Maybe because it's personal?” He suggested to her and she stared at him in confusion.

 

 

`How the hell can he give me answer to a question I was suppose to answer? More importantly how the hell did he know it was personal?' Sakura asked herself. `Well it's kinda obvious you meant love. I mean what other word would go good with someone who they…? Besides you even said the first part of the word to him. It can't get any more obvious than that.' Her inner self told her.`I guess I was a bit obvious.' `Just a bit?' `Don't push it.' Sakura said to her inner self. “Hello?” The man said, snapping Sakura back into reality. “Huh? Umm…yeah the answer was personal.” She answered him. He nodded in response.

 

 

“Who are you?” She asked him suddenly and he sweat dropped. “You ask me that now?” He asked her. “Ummm…well yeah.” “Better late than never, I suppose.” He mumbled to himself. “Well, are you going to tell me?” She asked him. “Why do you wish to know?” “Well I would kinda like to know who I have been talking to for the past…what…ten, twenty minutes?” Sakura told him, sarcasm in her voice. “What if I don't wish to tell you?” He asked her. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You better tell me. I'm not one to get angry.” Sakura told him, a bit of anger in her voice. He stood up all of a sudden and she soon followed.

 

 

“You don't know?” He asked her and she nodded in confusion. Why else would she be asking? “Good. It'll stay that way for a while. See you later.” He said before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Sakura coughed and used her hand as a fan to clear the smoke away from her. “Damn that guy.” She muttered, angry that she didn't gain the information she wished. `I wonder who he is, though. He seemed somewhat familiar. Even though I have never seen him before.' Sakura thought, trying to figure out who the man was.

 

 

 

(A/N: Later chapter will reveal who he is but you guys can guess if you want. You all should know who he is already thought. I mean I gave enough hints. Well thank you to all who reviewed. Please continue to do so. I would really appreciate it. Thank you once again.)

 

 

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She felt a monstrous pain threw out her lower back as she was sent flying into a tree, making a large indent in the shape of her body. She began to fall downward towards the ground, over fifty feet below. `I'm dead for sure.' She thought as she closed her eyes waiting for the impact. When none came more than a moment later she found herself in the arms of that man she talked with before. He had a scowl on his face and his eyes were red with black swirls. He looked really pissed. He looked just like… `Sasuke.' Sakura thought as she reached out and touched the man's cheek. His eyes were immediately on her as his face softened. “Sharigan.” She murmured to him. His eyes widened and his eyes immediately turned back to their normal color.