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MttE8 So Close

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"There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker."
-Gabrielle Zevin



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Sakura trudged along through the dark streets, irritation beginning to get into her. She left Naruto's place around twenty minutes ago to find Sasuke and tell him everything—that she was allowed to tell him.

'Itachi, you're a fruit for not wanting him to know.' She thought sourly.

Her mood was pretty decent when she left the blonde's. He kept an open mind and believed everything she said—she could feel it. He even seemed excited to know someone who could do what she could. He asked a lot of question, some of which Sakura wasn't able to answer because they were just so bizarre.

What she was grateful for was that Naruto didn't consider her a freak—he still treated her like he did before this all happened. She supposed it was because he knew what it felt like to be different from everyone else.

'Where the hell is he?' she thought.

She had first tried his apartment. No luck. She tried the training grounds. They were all empty, but one had a fallen tree that had been severed a few feet from the base. She knew that it wasn't a natural cause, either. The tree was splintered cleanly and the ends were slightly singed by what she recognized would be from excessive chakra release upon impact. She could only guess that this was Sasuke's doing.

'By the looks of how recent it is, he did it after he left. It was probably out of anger.' Sakura snorted, shaking her head. That was just like Sasuke, to take out his feelings on inanimate objects that did nothing wrong to him in the first place. 'That boy has serious issues,' she mused. 'But where is he?'

Now that was the real question.

Sakura was about to go home, deciding to wait until the next morning to find her teammate, but she noticed something.

Footprints.

She followed them, going at an even pace. Along the way, though, they seemed to change, becoming different and . . . odd looking. The interval of space between each footprint slowly became smaller instead of the large, quick gait Sasuke possessed. And then, not only were they close together, but there was a little thin line between steps of the same foot, making them connected. Those lines got thicker and deeper as Sakura trudges along. It soon made it look like he was dragging his feet—

Sakura broke off into a sprint as she followed the trial her friend had left. She struggled to try and remember what Sasuke was wearing when he left. Long pants . . . sensible shoes . . . long sleeved shirt, but it was rather thin . . .

And nothing else.

Not even a coat of any kind.

Sakura cursed out loud. "Sasuke, why are you such an idiot—you're supposed to be the genius on this team!" she shouted in frustration.

She found the path coming up to a hill. When she reached the top, the path stopped—sort of. Sakura couldn't describe what it looked like, but she knew that Sasuke had started rolling down the hill. 'Either you lost your footing, lost you energy to stand, or you thoroughly enjoy your somersaults.' She thought dimly. Then she noticed something else.

She was standing over a cemetery.

Not just a cemetery, she realized. The cemetery. The one that was made especially for the Uchiha clan. Sakura had never been here before—she had never found a reason to come, and figured that if she did, it would somehow set Sasuke off his block. She never realized that there were so many—then again, plenty were here before the massacre, as well.

As she looked out over the large area, she spotted a small dot all the way in the back. She squinted her eyes into slits, tying to get a better look at what it was—or who. When she finally did realize it, she mentally smacked herself in the head for not already knowing that it was Sasuke.

Sakura rushed down the hill at fast as she could without falling and rolling herself. She ran past the ajar gates. Keeping her eyes fixated on the figure at the back, Sakura dodged between the headstones and monuments. As Sakura got closer, she was able to get a better look at him. He was slightly curled, and there was a layer as thin as skin of snow on him.

He was completely still.

Sakura started to panic. He had been out here for far too long. Sakura knew the body and its actions well enough to know that Sasuke's life was in danger. If it was shivering, the body was doing what it could to create heat to survive the cold. But once it stopped shivering, the body was preserving whatever heat and energy it had left to stick it out as long as possible.

The final stages before death.

Sakura found herself taking the scarf from around her neck and her coat off of her person. She fell to her knees beside Sasuke, noticing how his skin was like a pale blue. Gabbing his wrist, also putting a couple fingers on the pulse point on his neck, feeling for some sign of life.

She sighed. He was still alive.

She wrapped her scarf around his neck, some of it going around the bottom half of his face. Sakura struggled as she put his arms through the armholes in her coat. If it had been a different situation, she would have laughed at the sight of him in her dark pink coat with the fur on the inside of the hood. Sakura dispersed the thought, buttoning it up all the way, relieved that it would.

Sakura lifted the immobile body on her back, tucking her hands under his knees. Sasuke's head rested on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Putting chakra into her feet, Sakura took off into the night.

It only took a little less than five minutes to get them back to her apartment, but Sakura wasn't going to waste any time. She quickly rushed to the hall closet and pulled out some throw blankets and draped them over him after removing her coat and scarf from him. She then got the fireplace going (AN: they aren't really apartments, more like townhouses) and propped him up on some pillows next to it.


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Sakura went into the kitchen and started making hot cocoa. She found her mind racing with questions and running into problems with each question. 'Crap, what am I going to tell him?' she wondered.
'It isn't going to be the same as telling Naruto. Sasuke doesn't ever have an open opinion to anything—especially if it involves his revenge or Itachi.' Sakura sighed, gazing out of her kitchen window.

The snow was falling heavily outside—it was only coming down lightly when she found him. But now it was quick and looked like the beginning of a storm. She only hoped that her brother and his team wouldn't get caught in it.

"This is one suckish Christmas Eve," she mumbled while shaking her head.
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