Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ The Emerald Attacks: Consequences ( Chapter 15 )

The Emerald had been plotting for quite some time; waiting in the shadows, watching from a distance...We didn't even see it coming; Emerald had been forgotten.

 

It had started out like any regular Wednesday...All classes on Wednesday. I was on my way to 4th, Kakaii-sensei before lunch break, when Emerald jerked me away. Sasuke was already in the classroom, sifting his eyes through the crowd to spy that sunshine that wasn't even there. I tripped over my own feet for a second, as she dragged me away to a less obvious meeting place. Her pink heels clicked on the linoleum floors as she walked proudly. Her form was perfect.

 

She retracted her perfectly manicured hand away from my arm with a jerk, obviously angry, the way her glamorous pink brows crinkled together. I stared down at her, with her bared pearly teeth and her thin arms crossed over her adequately sized breasts. She was trying to kill me with those damned Emeralds.

 

“...You,” she bit out. I flinched lightly at the tone, but stood my ground.

 

“...Me?” I asked innocently. She was ready to kick me in the balls.

 

But she didn't. She lowered her head slowly and lifted a shaking finger toward Kakashi's class. They'd be wondering about us sooner or later, and I don't want to think about what sick and demented ways of detention Kakaii-sensei would put me through. I gulped, staring at her lithe trembling figure before me. Her miniskirt was a hot pink, as well as her pantyhose beneath it. I wouldn't call what she was wearing a shirt; it was more around the lines of “piece-of-fabric”. It wrapped tightly around her waist, barely supporting her breasts, and tied complicatedly at her shoulder blades, much like a corset of some sorts. It was actually a pale black, despite her obsession with the color pink. Red, red roses curled from the bottoms to rest around her feminine curves. Too much flesh was revealed to me, and even a gay kid like me could be aroused.

 

“...Him,” she stated, bringing me to reality. Her body was still quivering, and I was afraid she'd topple over in her tall painful looking heels. I let out a breath I forgot I had.

 

“...Sakura...chan?”

 

She pointed the shaking finger at me now, her angry face beginning in its redness.

 

“...Don't call me that, you...You...” She was having trouble putting together the words, much less sentences. I was left speechless, and I was sure Sakura was as angry as she had ever been. She tossed her head to the side furiously, her short pink hair swishing violently.

 

“...I...Saw you...” she whispered out, eyes refusing to even look at me. My body was frozen in place, hands reaching for her unwilling forgiveness.

 

“...It's...Disgusting...” her voice grew deeper and deeper with every word spoken, and I found myself having trouble breathing.

 

“...I'm so much better than you...I'm popular, and pretty, and I'd do anything for him...What's so special about you?”

 

She drew from her stupor quickly and grabbed my collar to yank me down to her height, her bright pink nails curling in my shirt. I was so close to her face, now, I could smell the strawberry of her lip gloss.

 

“...How can he like you and not me?” she gritted out. I realized her deadly emerald eyes were sprouting transparent tears that ran down her angrily flushed face. I said nothing of this.

 

“...Sakura,” I ushered out of my mouth unwillingly. I couldn't think of a single thing to say; I was only barely able to whisper her name.

 

“...You think I'll let you keep doing this? I'm not just going to take this sitting down...” her usually sweet and cute voice had been diminished to a devilish demeanor, one that doesn't fit such a wonderful girl. She inhaled sharply, as crying makes one do, and leaned in to me.

 

“...If you don't stop dating him...

 

...I'll tell the whole school...”

 

It struck a major chord in my heart as she said those dreaded words; words I secretly knew were going to threaten me one day. I was not doubtful of Sakura's threat either. She was a strong level-headed girl, and she took things seriously. She would spread this around like a wildfire, and I'd never live this down, nor would I be able to keep Sasuke. I had no where else to go. I clenched my teeth as I gave up slowly, lowering my head in defeat.

 

“...Okay...

 

...I'll stop”

 

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We stood in front of each other like soldiers, straight spines and heaving chests in tow. Our bags were tossed to the side carelessly, as our battle rang out. He stared at me with such brutish eyes; it was stripping away my defense to attack my fragile insides. His eyes told me everything, of his hurt, his resentment, pure fury, and the eyes that told me: “Just stop what you're saying, I might cry.” But he held strong and steely, narrow eyes trying to kill me. We stood silently, and I was afraid my shield would drop entirely, and I'd start to cry.

 

“...So what you're saying is...” he started softly, his beautiful voice sending me to bleed away. I nodded lightly.

 

“...Yeah...” I corrected with language, in case he hadn't seen my sorrowful nod. The hallways were silent, teacher's voices hidden behind the doors, unable to hear anything.

 

“...So that's it?” He asked again. I would have believed it to be denial; if he still loved me as much as I loved him. No, he was just angry...Or so I believed, in my state of depression. I clenched my teeth tightly as I nodded.

 

“...Yeah...” I choked out. It was silent again, as if whenever I said anything, everything would stop, no one would speak. Was I really the villain?

 

“...Then why are you crying?”

 

Thumbs traced under my delicate blue eyes, wiping away moisture I knew too well, but had no clue I was emitting. His soft black hair came to vision, pale beautiful skin taut over a slender face. Narrow ebony eyes dared me to run, but they wanted me to stay. His rosy lips leaned forward to touch mine, and for some reason, I let him. It was a tiny, nothing above just a simple kiss, but it held so much emotion, this time, I did realize I was crying. I pushed him away violently; our last kiss ripped away as I forgot everything in the world and ran. My speedy footsteps were harsh to the silent air, and my tears turned to raindrops as they flew behind me in my sprint, crashing to the floor silently. He stood watching me with narrow angry eyes, fists clenched, ready to hit me, if I was close to him. But I was running, leaving my bag behind with him as if it held no important means, which it really didn't. What was I wearing? Just a simple teenager attire, shirt and jeans, even though February was not yet spring, and the air was still cold. My jacket was stuffed into the bag, and so was the little money I had.

 

Why am I telling you this?

 

You won't be seeing me for a long time.

 

As I ran through that big door, Tsunade seeing and calling after me, I burst out into the street and away, to where? I had no idea.

 

Away is all I know,

 

And I had no intention of coming back.

 

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Hey look how late I am! Sorry, artist block is chipping me away, and I had to make this short, or I'd kill myself XD Nah, next one will be...Later? Whatever!

 

Depressed? Crying? What? This is good shit, but I really have no idea how I'm going to end this at all. Oh! And for the record:

 

I

 

LOVE

 

SAKURA

 

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 See you later! Sara loves reviews, yes she does!!!