𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗔 || sasusaku

Chapter 5: Name

OMG Here's another update!!!! Waking up extra really early got me so hyped up into writing lmao!!! I may or may have update another one again later who knows? 

Again, thank you for all your supports love you all to the moon and back!

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When was the last time Sasuke had a fever? He had almost forgotten the feeling of having a cold. For years he swore not to catch a cold ever again. Because that night, he had a fever too.

The night of his parents' death. He was young, no more than ten years old, it was raining heavily outside and the thunder drowned the sound of gunshots. Sasuke wasn't really planning to go downstairs but he felt his throat scorch. He had no idea how bad that decision was when the moment he stepped down the stair case, blood instantly covered his bare feet.

That night, Sasuke didn't know if what he saw was real or if he's having a delirium because of high fever. There was no way his brother would be standing in front of their parents' corpses with a tantou in hand, covered in blood. Sasuke had lost consciousness then and only woke up four days later.

"Nii-san, it wasn't you right? You didn't kill our parents, right?"

Sasuke was so young, refusing to accept the reality that what he saw might have been real and that his brother did kill their parents.

"Of course not. We only have each other now."

The lie Sasuke was led to believe for more than ten years. Until everything he used to believe shattered in front of his eyes that night. Sasuke drifted off towards the depths of oblivion where he wished he would stay there forever.

But the feeling of something cold on top of his forehead woke him up.

He groaned and slowly sat up, the cloth sliding down his face as he took it and place it on the side. He notice a head of pink hair on the corner of the bed.

Sakura was sleeping soundly. Her face seems relaxed as if she's having a good dream. Something foreign to Sasuke, since his parents' death he never had a good dream.

He looked to the digital clock on the side. It read two thirty.

It was a good thing his fever had gone down, Sasuke couldn't afford to stay here any longer. This woman might seriously be in danger or Sasuke would be. Either way, he need to get out of this place as soon as possible.

He saw her phone on the coffee table and Sasuke took it to dial a number he had memorized.

After a few rings, it was answered.

"Who is this?" the voice spoke, it sounded firm and devoid of any emotion that Sasuke was all too familiar with.