Do you remember? 5 years ago. . .

Do you remember? That we'd met before. . .

Do you remember?

MEETING

 "Hey big-head! You're head's so big you can fit two foot ball fields in it!!!" A girl screamed across the playground.
 "Shut up!" screamed a girl with pink hair back at her. Her pink bangs covered her eyes, so you couldn't quite catch her expression.
 "Did you hear that?" the girl before asked her friends. "Did she just talk back to me?"
 Her friends, a group of girls all wearing the same colored t-shirts, nodded and sniggered. "She'll have to pay!" screamed one of the girls. Suddenly about ten girls darted toward the pink haired girl in attempt to beat her up. The pink hair girl ran with all her might, but ten against one, they'd easily caught up to her.
 "Aaaahhh!" She screamed, frantically trying to escape as the girls kicked her, punched her, and pulled on her hair. They dragged her into the woods, and left her, when they were satisfied, just lying in the middle of the woods.
 Normal people would think this was the most inconsiderate thing anyone could do to someone, but this was normal for the pink haired girl.
 She slowly sat up when she was convinced that they were gone. She was slumped under the one big cherry blossom tree in the woods. She felt her lip and noticed it was cut; she had bruises all over her body. "Oh no. . ." she muttered. "I won't be able to hide it from mom this time."
 She felt a sudden pain in the back of her throat and started crying. This was the usual pattern, they'd chase her into the woods and she'd just sit there and cry when they were done. It was always like that, then why couldn't she get used to it?
 There was a sudden rustling in the bushes. It surprised her; there was never anyone else in these woods. She came to one conclusion. . . they were back for more. She didn't move, though, she knew she should just get it over with. The sound started to get closer to her, she held her breath and closed her eyes.
 

Panting

Why would they be panting? She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a boy, about her age, standing there. He was quite good looking, she had to admit; he all in black and holding onto a tree for support. He looked tired, as if he'd just run a couple of miles, and he slowly looked up at the girl. His stare scared her, it looked frightened, as if it'd just seen a ghost.
"A, are you ok?" she asked, wiping her eyes with her arm. She thought it'd be a bad idea if she didn't say anything.
The boy sat down right where he was, and suddenly started crying. This surprised the girl even more. She just knelt there staring at the boy, crying as if he'd lost everything in the world. She thought about it a while but then came to the conclusion that she should ask, "what's wrong?"
Whether this would hurt him more or less was up to him. He didn't look up at her, he just said in between sobs, "Everyone's gone. . . My family, my house, my things, everything! M, my brother, he did it! He killed everyone. I didn't know what to do, so I ran. I just ran as far as my legs could take me. And I came here." He didn't stop his wailing.
The girl stared at him, wide-eyed. She'd never heard of something like this before, they made her problems seem like the smallest things on earth. She slowly got up and walked towards him, he didn't look up, he didn't stop sobbing, he just continued what he was doing. She came up behind him and put her arms around his neck.
"The kids at school make fun of me," she said. He stared into the distance; he was caught by surprise. "And when I'm depressed my mom does this for me." It seemed like the word "mom" had triggered something and he started mourning again. "That's right," the girl said. "You should just cry and get it out of you."
This continued until it had become dark. Cherry blossom petals fell around them from the large tree as they sat there, the boy in the girls' arms. And during this short time the girl thought she had become close to the boy, even though they didn't say a word to each other.
The girl took the boy to her house and he stayed for the night. In the morning the boy was gone, all there was, was a note that said "THANKS" in big child-like letters. The girl didn't know a couple of special Jounin had come to pick him up during the night. But she recognized him 3 years later when they were united again. And ever since then she had cared for him.

Do you remember? 5 years ago. . .

Do you remember? That we'd met before. . .

Do you remember?

 "It's five years from the first day I met him," a 13 year old girl with pink hair muttered, looking at her mini-calendar. She'd always wondered why she'd remembered the exact date.
 "Sakura! We're going!"
 "Coming Sasuke kun!"
 He didn't remember, well what did she expect? Her hairstyle was totally different, and they were kids then.
 The girl caught up to the 13 year old boy with midnight hair waiting with his hands in his pockets. A blonde boy with an orange costume and a masked man in his mid-twenties reading an adult book stood by him. A cherry blossom petal fell near them. The boy with jet-black hair looked up at the cherry blossom tree just above him and muttered, "Already spring again."
 They set off, on the concrete road to their mission of the day. "Sakura, did I ever tell you you reminded me of someone?"

Do you Remember?

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