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Chapters 01. The Same Wound

The sun has completed its task, now it is the turn of the moon to replace his throne. Night is like a star-studded sun painting in a beautiful frame of the majesty of the universe. Black painting is full of mystery with its myriad of secrets. The gripping silence holds the soul awake in peace.

The time shows at 01.00 in the morning when Sakura chooses to be one of the lovers of silence at night. He was still awake in his bed, trying to imagine something he had dreamed of. In his daydreams Sakura tries to guess what makes her brother reluctant to admit his existence. His mind twisted all the memories they had passed through. Trying to remember all the things that might be the key to the problems that lie between them. Unfortunately, none of the answers he got.

“Actually why does Brother hate me?” sakura's murmuring was full of sadness.

“Why has Brother Gaara changed, I used to love you so much that you even took care of me." Sakura said grimly. His heart ached when he remembered how close they had been.

A worn-out photograph of Sakura is seen clasped in her arms, a photograph that becomes one of the silent witnesses that the two were once inseparable.

“Saki miss... hiks... very miss Big Brother's hug... hikss!” sakura's tears fell uncontrollably, only at night did Sakura dare to shed her tears freely.

“Later if Saki is older, Big Brother will teach Saki how to play basketball, play bicycles and Brother will take Saki for a walk wherever Saki wants. Sister promise!”

Such are the words that always ring in his head. Same words, same voice with different figures. Gaara, he remembered the promise made from the warm figure of his sister instead of the cold and indifferent one he was today.

“Saki should be excited, there will be a time when Kak Gaara will be back as he was!” sakura tried to question herself. It's really a miracle, isn't it?

Slowly the drowsiness began to attack, making Sakura powerless to hold her eyes open for even longer. Before lying down the photo that he had previously held he set aside first into a drawer where all the photos he and Gaara stored.

“Goodnight Brother Gaara, sweet dreams.”

Sakura was not aware that since then there was another figure who listened to her dialok from behind the door of the room. The figure who was now staring angrily at the floor he was peeping on.

“Should be how many times the warning was given!” said the figure was full of anger.

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Cloudy clouds again adorn the sky of Konoha. The rainy season is now fulfilling its schedule, after a while ago the drought visited the city. Silent and dark. Thunder boomed and lightning seemed to be striking each other, really bad daylight. But even though the weather is currently unfriendly, it does not at all dampen Sakura's intention to visit the city park to meet the Brother.

“Finally Brother Gaara wants to talk to me. Ah, I became curious about what would Brother Gaara say well?”

A sweet smile was unceasingly present in every word Sakura spoke. He was happy, very happy as soon as he received a message from the brother that contained a request for a meeting. Well, even though Gaara only said ‘Come to the city park at 2 p.m.' That's enough to make Sakura happy not to play.

The city park, which is usually crowded with people passing by to and fro, now looks empty because not many people are here. Most of them prefer to warm themselves inside the house rather than being here with a piercing cold. Luckily Sakura wore a jacket and scarf to warm herself up.

Sakura sat for a long time in the garden chair under the Sakura tree, but Gaara had not yet arrived. Feeling bored Sakura then took out her sketchbook and started painting the empty playground area. Twenty minutes passed and Gaara did not come, a hint of anxiety and fear began to surround Sakura's heart but tried to tepis.

“Surely older brother came by,”

Although a little hesitant, Sakura still believes that Gaara will come to this park because Gaara himself asked her to come. He was sure Gaara would not lie to him, that was not the nature of his older brother.

Half an hour passed, even now the sketch Sakura made was over. One word that fits the result, beautiful. The city park that Sakura painted looked the same as the one in front of Sakura, only Sakura added two small child figures playing in the sandbox area with a palace in between.

The cold started to eat away at Sakura's body, wanting to leave but she was afraid Gaara would come when she left. Sakura occasionally looked at the watch that was coiled on her arm, before switching to look at the surrounding conditions that began to be quiet. Sakura's head was bowed, she should not expect much to remember how Gaara is today. His delusion was too high for the size of someone who was being hated. Too late in his disappointment Sakura was unaware of Gaara's presence walking towards her.

“Truly stupid girl,” Gaara murmured.

Both of Gaara's legs stopped right in front of Sakura who was looking down. Seeing the shoes that he recognized Sakura then raised his head and looked up at Gaara who was also staring at him.

“Thank God Brother came,” said Sakura was full of relief, gone were her bad thoughts before.

“Is all this not enough for you?” gaara is ambiguous.

Sakura's forehead wrinkled, not understanding what Gaara meant. “Means Brother?” sakura asked confusedly. Instead of answering, Gaara stared at Sakura. Gaara's cleft lip was about to open before it clenched again because his eyes caught the sketch Sakura had made earlier.

Realizing where Gaara's eyes were directed, Sakura took the sketch she made and thrust it towards Gaara with a big smile on her lips. “So don't see what I made while waiting for you. Beautify?” obviously Sakura was full of joy even though there was now steam every time she spoke.

Gaara's right hand suddenly grabbed the picture Sakura thrust, making Sakura's face look many times happier.

Srek... Srek... Srek... Srekkks

Sakura's two eyes bulged in shock as soon as she found Gaara tearing up the picture he had made in front of her.

“What is Brother doing?!” sakura shouted while trying to stop the two hands of Gaara who was still trying to tear the sketch paper.

“Stop it!” sakura shouted as she tried to seize the sketch.

Without a cue Gaara pushed Sakura back, making her fall into the chair she was sitting on a moment ago.

“Akkkhhh!” sakura screeched as her right shoulder clashed with the chair.

Instead of helping Gaara throw the remaining pieces of the sketch he had torn towards Sakura. “In addition to nicotine and crybaby, it turns out you are also a hobby ngadu ya. By the way are you the same bokap hah?!”

Sakura kontan flabbergasted. The other accusation he had just heard came out from the lips of his brother. Accusations that add to his heart wound. “Saki did not report anything to Papa, Kak.” Sakura tried to get up while holding her painful right shoulder.

“Bullshit, the proof is this morning chat me to be better to elu.” Gaara spoke with emotion. There was an inexplicable pain emanating from his eyes.

Sakura's eyes closed, the pain she felt made her unable to concentrate on what Gaara was saying. Slowly Sakura looked faithfully into Gaara's eyes. “Sakura even just met Papa at the dinner table this morning. Sister knows yourself Papa new pul-”

“Terus you want to say that I'm not doing that? Then you think this is why huh?!” gaara's snarl cut through Sakura's explanation.

Sakura's face was shocked when she noticed a rash on the back of Gaara's right hand.

“Kak...” Sakura's voice then vibrated, as if forgetting the state of her shoulder Sakura tried to reach Gaara's hand which directly Gaara tepis.

“No need to be sad. You see me hate the same. You fucking scowl!!” snapped Gaara.

Sakura's tears fell, her heart sliced in pain. No matter how much Gaara said rudely to her, there would never be a word of habit. His content slowly sounded, unable to cover any longer the fragility he hid. For God's sake, he never spoke to his parents about Gaara's hatred for him. All the pain he kept alone.

“Kak... please.. don't be like this.. hiks...” persuade Sakura with a weak voice.

Standing in silence was all Gaara did, his eyes still fixed on Sakura. Both of his hands clenched, his breath hunting and his heart throbbing painfully. If things weren't like this, they'd both be fine. There will be no hate and no tears.

“If I can't vent all my anger on you, I will surely have someone else who will change your role. And all that is your fault!” he said before leaving.

Again and again Gaara left Sakura in a miserable state. I don't know when these two brothers are in this condition.

“For that time you dare say if I'm not wrong, maybe we won't gini.” Gaara muttered as he stared blankly at the sand playing area on his left side.

The jade emanates a clear sense of guilt, but on the other hand there is a pain that is not less great than the guilt.