My Shattered Faith
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.
A/ N: This will be Naruto/Tayuya. I noticed there a lot of fan fictions, with Tayuya/and Naruto with another girl, which I dislike -_-. But it will be polygamy, but only under circumstances!
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Open my eyes- Written by Remusscarface.
Open my eyes, and let me see,
These words, as clear as can be,
My lips gently close,
To show no faithful remorse,
For the pain you've made me experience,
And I will never be your leverage,
Underneath these tear stained skies,
So let your sorrow control you, for these lies…..
Have finally made me feel complete.
'Aren't those shitbags so lucky?' Tayuya sighed, as she eyed the villagers with envy, 'they have no idea, how lucky they are, and not to have to worry about shit that we shinobi face everyday.'
Tayuya had been staring outside the window of a familiar yellow haired shinboi, who had rescued her from her fatal death with Temari leaving this red haired shinboi to contemplate about things that levitated into her life.
Tayuya grimaced as she remembered when she had become the Sound five with conviction and determination in fulfilling the dreams of a person, who had only used her and had never ever had the intention of even wanting her to be anything more than just something to use and throw away. Which is why Tayuya was so surprised and even grudgingly surprised that this one yellowed haired shithead actually even cared. Even went along to say that he was going to help her. Why?
It hurt Tayuya to see that even when she wanted to tell him to stop helping her and even when she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, to tell him that she was afraid of him letting go, afraid that she'd become alone, and live the rest of her life in ill solitude. She couldn't bring herself to say such things and with the utmost dignity continued to make his life horrible. Telling herself that everyone had a breaking point and when Naruto reached that, Tayuya would be out of his life faster than she could call him shithead. But he never did, and he took all of her snide comments quietly, his shit eating grin always plastered over his face.
A few months ago, if you had told Tayuya people like Naruto had existed. She'd probably call you a fucking dumbass, and proceed without hesitation in slicing every vital organ from your body, and laughing while you screamed a horrible death.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, Tayuya found out they both weren't that much different.
Naruto had always lived his life alone, although Tayuya never bothered to ask him. But she knew.
The eyes. They were same, and she could tell by how the loneliness and sadness etched themselves like a painting in those blue eyes.
While Tayuya wasn't so weak and absentmindedly tolerant of her own emotions, Tayuya had become to learn to allow herself to slowly trust the blond haired idiot, and even more importantly, herself.
She remembered that Naruto had found her, her body battered. Taking her back Naruto told her that he was going to help her.
Tayuya brushed her silky, long, and crimson colored hair with her fingers, delicately, rolling back on her shoulders, as she lay on the bed. She waited for the blond haired idiot to come back home.
Tayuya felt feeble that some person could worm themselves into her heart; also felt this emotion, and most of the time she had scoffed at it, saying she was just becoming weak. But Tayuya became to immerse the person that is Naruto.
And for once in her life, she wanted something for her own personal gain, and not because someone demanded it, not because it was something to acquire, just there for her, Tayuya felt the resist to smirk at the idiocy of it all, closed her brown eyes. Sleep overcame her, and her snores gently emitted the tension, that is, of the silence.
After Naruto had gotten home he saw Tayuya fast asleep on his bed. The covers were askew and there seemed to be a smile on her face. For once, Naruto admitted without denying, that Tayuya looked very beautiful especially when she wasn't acting liker herself. Giving her a vivid look, Naruto had always asked himself why he had helped her, why he was going out of his way, hiding her existence, and wanting to allow herself to turn her own wretched life around. It was maybe, because Naruto was kindhearted, and hated to see anyone lead the same life he had, without anyone being there.
In some ways, Tayuya was a mirrored reflection of how Naruto would turn out if he had no one special in his life. Someone who had trouble trusting somebody, aggressive, and angry, that was the personality Tayuya showed at first, after time Tayuya four weeks later accustomed to the life of living in Naruto's apartment had softened up a bit. Still cursing at him but without the intentions of trying to hurt his feelings, and Naruto in return treated her kindly.
'Iruka-sensei, Jiraya-sensei, Baa-chan, Sakura-chan, Kakashi-sensei…' Naruto thought apprehensively, knowing by the end of the day that he would always be thankful for the precious people in his life.
He heard a groan, and saw Tayuya lean over her to side, displeased was written all over her features, as she tried to sleep peacefully. Naruto smiled sheepishly, cringing at the very thought of seeing a cranky Tayuya.
'If Jiraya-sensei saw me and her like this, I'd don't know what would happen.' As he laid into the bed next to her, their warmth so comforting to each other, as Naruto widened his eyes, feeling two arms wrap around his chest. Turning around, seeing Tayuya clamp tightly onto him, Naruto smiled softly, as he laid his head on his pillow.
As he turned his face to gaze at her, Naruto felt at ease. Seeing the seething Tayuya become some gentle angel when asleep, made him chuckle himself.
Seeing the mere sight of a calm and sleepy Tayuya brought Naruto to sleep as he too succumbed to his natural instincts of sleeping.
A young, pink haired kunoichi moved distractedly. In deep thought, forming every sparse idea that came to her brain logically. She bit her lip, a grimace adorned her features.
To say Sakura was worried, was to say the least. Ever since, Sasuke had left to achieve more greater power to avenge his dead clan, Sakura had become more and more insecure, afraid of losing her other teammate who she thought of as a brother. Sure she had promised herself to become more stronger now being the taught by Tsunade-san. But that was just the trails she would have to face for now, frankly, she was more worried about the prospect of what was happening with Naruto.
Sakura unconsciously looked up, surprise replacing her grimace immediately as she realized where her mental state had led to her. She looked at the familiar apartment, torn down, and debris covering every speck. Sakura could not bring herself to feel that she had given Naruto the idea, that she wanted space. It was true; Sakura did need and require some space. But… That wasn't anything compared to the aura of isolation she felt from Naruto, it was as if…. He was shutting her out of his life, ignoring every silent plea that begged to release themselves from her lips, asking for her to open up to him. There was not a single time where Sakura had questioned herself, if she had missed a crucial opportunity, or even a moment where she could've even told Naruto that she would be there for him. Comfort him in whatever was going in his life.
Her concern for his mental and physical health had increased tremendously, as Sakura took careful note of the paleness on Naruto. Noticing every facial feature that seemed out of place, how he had wanted to quickly leave whenever Tsunade had called both of them for a mission, or to simply inform them of other matters. She had also taken a quick note that whenever Tsunade brought up the Sound, Naruto's head would immediately snap up.
The information about Sasuke didn't seem to dawn much on Naruto. Sure, he still eagerly tried to extract any vital information pertaining to the brooded Uchiha, but his perkiness, his ability to conjure so much hope and faith, and his determination had wilted down to a small tiny flame.
Sakura shook her head, pink hair in high pursuit, as she frowned. She lowered her face and she knew now, that she had to see him. Had to speak to him, keep him up on speed, and cry on his shoulder, or vice versa. She just had to see him!
Every memories, every thing they had shared all came crashing down on her consciousness.
It was there the situation hit her. It was late at night. Naruto was probably sound asleep, and not to mention Sakura was dreadfully tired. Vowing to herself, Sakura would promise to visit Naruto early in the morning. Stiffening her back she turned around and trudged back home.
The feelings that cascaded her mind right now told her it was going to be hard to catch some sleep.
A/N: I'll be reediting this! I'll also need a beta reader/ and SOMEONE who knows how to translate English into Japanese so I can get some jutsu's running in!
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