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Adult +
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20
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18
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Home Movie 5
A/N: Now back to the reality of life. Unfortunately. I recommend listening to 'Liar' by the Cranberries. It was my inspiration.
Home Movie 5: Surrounded
Character: Sakura
Pairing: Sasusaku
Summary: Was it ever meant to be?
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Everyone in the room seemed to move together, breath together, and it was beginning to make her sick. The room felt suffocating, the heat from so many bodies causing a sweltering haze to fall over her vision.
It was time for her to leave.
She made sure to give the best man a wide berth, walking almost on the other side of the room to reach the happy couple over by the banquet table. Naruto looked so happy, and Hinata was practically glowing. They seemed to be so happy that she didn’t want to interrupt, but she had no choice. It was time for her to leave before she fainted right here.
“Naruto.”
He looked up at her, his smiling face melting into a small grin as he saw the look she sported.
“Yeah, Sakura-chan?”
She sighed. He still hadn’t dropped the damn suffix. Maybe fifteen years of habit couldn’t be undone; still, he could make an effort.
“I’m gonna go. I have an early day at the hospital tomorrow.”
He nodded, and Hinata smiled. She gave a small wave before moving to her right, towards the exit of the large hall. She waved at Kakashi when she passed him, but she was pretty sure he was too engrossed in whoever that girl was he had his arms around.
Yet again, she felt like she was suffocating.
She was stopped by three different people for different reasons before she was finally able to make it out of the building and into the autumn air. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of freedom.
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
Maybe it was her fault, she thought as she started towards her apartment. She had made it abundantly clear for many years that a man and children weren’t going to hold her down. She had things to accomplish, places to go in life, and no family was worth bringing her down. Feminism all the way.
But this wasn’t feminism.
Now she longed for what everyone else seemed to be finding. She wanted someone to come home to, someone to love. She wanted to stop repressing her instincts and let go. She wanted to be Sakura, the mismatched woman of fierce strength and supple softness. But no man seemed interested in that. They wanted either a kunoichi or a mommy.
She couldn’t handle it.
Her thoughts drifted to a pair of red eyes crowned by onyx hair, and she almost felt the lump in her throat widen. She was a fool to turn him down, she knew that now. He might not have loved her the way she wanted, but…
No!
She was worth it, damn it! She was worth love and passion and acceptance! She was worth more than a settled compromise! Somewhere out there in the big, wide world there had to be a man who could be her universe, even if just for a millisecond. She would find him, and she would embrace it.
Who are you kidding, girl? You’ll never leave this village!
She came down from her euphoric high, and she almost relished in the weight that lay in her chest. Disappointment. She could deal with this.
She looked down at her shoes, contemplating the mystery of juxtaposition. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Happiness wasn’t free, she had always been told. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.
That makes no sense. If you have it, eat it.
All she wanted was something special, something to get her through the hard days. Why couldn’t anyone be different for her? Why couldn’t anyone run for her, fight for her?
She approached her apartment building, solemn and lonely. She would go home tonight to a cold bed and all the weapons in her closet, and she would relish in her strength. She had worked hard to earn it. She might not have the full package, but she had her dreams. And no one could take that away.
But somewhere else, someone else would lay with the man she loved. Someone who had no problems giving up everything for his ambition.
That was enough to kill her spirit.
Home Movie 5: Surrounded
Character: Sakura
Pairing: Sasusaku
Summary: Was it ever meant to be?
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Everyone in the room seemed to move together, breath together, and it was beginning to make her sick. The room felt suffocating, the heat from so many bodies causing a sweltering haze to fall over her vision.
It was time for her to leave.
She made sure to give the best man a wide berth, walking almost on the other side of the room to reach the happy couple over by the banquet table. Naruto looked so happy, and Hinata was practically glowing. They seemed to be so happy that she didn’t want to interrupt, but she had no choice. It was time for her to leave before she fainted right here.
“Naruto.”
He looked up at her, his smiling face melting into a small grin as he saw the look she sported.
“Yeah, Sakura-chan?”
She sighed. He still hadn’t dropped the damn suffix. Maybe fifteen years of habit couldn’t be undone; still, he could make an effort.
“I’m gonna go. I have an early day at the hospital tomorrow.”
He nodded, and Hinata smiled. She gave a small wave before moving to her right, towards the exit of the large hall. She waved at Kakashi when she passed him, but she was pretty sure he was too engrossed in whoever that girl was he had his arms around.
Yet again, she felt like she was suffocating.
She was stopped by three different people for different reasons before she was finally able to make it out of the building and into the autumn air. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of freedom.
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
Maybe it was her fault, she thought as she started towards her apartment. She had made it abundantly clear for many years that a man and children weren’t going to hold her down. She had things to accomplish, places to go in life, and no family was worth bringing her down. Feminism all the way.
But this wasn’t feminism.
Now she longed for what everyone else seemed to be finding. She wanted someone to come home to, someone to love. She wanted to stop repressing her instincts and let go. She wanted to be Sakura, the mismatched woman of fierce strength and supple softness. But no man seemed interested in that. They wanted either a kunoichi or a mommy.
She couldn’t handle it.
Her thoughts drifted to a pair of red eyes crowned by onyx hair, and she almost felt the lump in her throat widen. She was a fool to turn him down, she knew that now. He might not have loved her the way she wanted, but…
No!
She was worth it, damn it! She was worth love and passion and acceptance! She was worth more than a settled compromise! Somewhere out there in the big, wide world there had to be a man who could be her universe, even if just for a millisecond. She would find him, and she would embrace it.
Who are you kidding, girl? You’ll never leave this village!
She came down from her euphoric high, and she almost relished in the weight that lay in her chest. Disappointment. She could deal with this.
She looked down at her shoes, contemplating the mystery of juxtaposition. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Happiness wasn’t free, she had always been told. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.
That makes no sense. If you have it, eat it.
All she wanted was something special, something to get her through the hard days. Why couldn’t anyone be different for her? Why couldn’t anyone run for her, fight for her?
She approached her apartment building, solemn and lonely. She would go home tonight to a cold bed and all the weapons in her closet, and she would relish in her strength. She had worked hard to earn it. She might not have the full package, but she had her dreams. And no one could take that away.
But somewhere else, someone else would lay with the man she loved. Someone who had no problems giving up everything for his ambition.
That was enough to kill her spirit.