[BOOK 1 OF THE SHARING SERIES]
Two different worlds meet. Two existences collide. On the one hand, an orphan learns what love, friendship, and devotion mean. On the other, a young girl realizes the implication of being a civilian kunoichi in a worl...
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𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 Sasuke loathes more than anything, and it's not Naruto yelling in the morning (although it is second in line.) The sound itself isn't that intolerable, but it stirs something in his heart he cannot comprehend, which he truly hates.
It's Sakura crying.
With the girl's nose engulfed in the middle of his back, his shirt muffles some of the sobbings, but they still resonate through his entire being, and even though he feels disoriented and admittedly a little scared of what happened, of the black marks and losing control, his only desire is to end Sakura's crying.
"Sakura-chan, are you okay?"
Mole kneels at their sides, extending a tentative hand, but the action provokes the opposite effect. Sasuke sends him a glare when another wave of sobs erupts from his back and covers the girl's clenching hands with his own.
"Sakura."
The softness of his tone surprises him, and so does the gentle way he unravels Sakura's arms from his torso. The last thing he wants is to startle her, and this feeling is so foreign to him. It's so different from the hate that consumed him only minutes ago.
He feels her breathing ease as she sits back on her heels. This new position enables him to move again, and he hurries to face her, a million questions crossing his mind, but the words get stuck in his throat when he takes in her appearance.
She has a swollen eye, and a purple bruise is emerging on the right side of her jaw, where a big bump has already altered her pretty features. Sasuke's eyes trail further down, and a blush creeps to his cheeks when he realizes she's not wearing her shirt. But his embarrassment morphs into concern upon locating a big gash on her collarbone. The blood oozing out of it is soaking the bindings around her torso, giving them a crimson hue, as it does to the tip of her short hair sticking into it. Speaking of her hair, it looks like something has roughly cut half of her long pink locks in a shoulder-length fashion. The other half, however, is still cascading down her side.
Under his intense stare, Sakura brings one leg up to her chest, circling her arms around her shin. The action attracts Sasuke's attention to her other leg, where blood seeps out of a hole in her shorts and trails down her thigh.
Mole's voice breaks the heavy silence, startling both teenagers. "What happened?"
