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Remember Me 1: The cold Christmas

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Summary: After her father died, she went into a comatose state due to the unexpected news. Meanwhile, as she was unable to stop him, her stepfather plotted to kill the entire family. Eventually, Sakura wakes up to find that she has lost all her memories. While she struggles to cope with her new life, engagement and bitchy stepsister, who is head over heels for Sakura's fiancé, she finds that her life isn't that simple.

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"Go away, she's mine!"

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"Mummy! Daddy! Brother! Look I made a butterfly!"

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"I'm home, where's my little princess?"

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"Tag, you're it!"

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"You're so cute, Saku-chan!"

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"Where's mummy's little girl?"

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"Good morning, Saki."

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"You're now engaged to Sasuke Uchiha."

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"Daddy? Daddy?Daddy!"

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"We are gathered here todayto mourn the loss of our beloved Saito Haruno, a wonderful leader, friend, partner, son, uncle, brother and father.

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"Sakura! Wait!"

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"Oh, God, Sakura! Don't die, please don't die, not you too! Call the ambulance! Now!"

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Beep…Beep…Beep

I stared at the nine-year-old girl that lay on the bed, looking as lifeless as ever; it had been three months since the accident that resulted in her coma induced state. It had also been three months since our father died and our mum was sent into a spiraling depression that only worsened when this little girl, my little sister, Sakura Haruno, was admitted to the hospital. I looked at her, her usually pink, silky hair that was cropped four inches below her shoulders was dull and she was deathly pale, almost gray. All I wanted was to see her happy jade eyes sparkle and her smile light up the dreary, white covered hospital room.

Beep…Beep…Beep

I looked at the window, frost covering the outside edges, and I could see flurries of snow swirling down in great plumes during the silent night. Snow meant Christmas, I noted. Christmas was her favorite season; she would usually cherish all the years she had spent during Christmas, but not this year.

I stared at my doll-like little sister again and sighed. I needed to take a walk. And so, I grabbed my winter coat and off I went, shutting the door softly behind me even though I knew she wouldn't wake even if I had slammed it shut.

The snow was getting heavier now, cascading down in large masses of white. I watched as a single snowflake fluttered and twirled down, flying in all directions before finally coming to settle on the already thick blanket of snow covering the ground. I smiled as memories from last year flowed back in a sudden rush.

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=Flashback=

"Oh look, it's snowing." I murmured as I looked through the window and down the hallway. My sister was running at an incredible speed, trying to fasten up her coat with her clumsy fingers. I almost laughed.

"Come on Mom, come on Dad! Come here too, brother! I want to go and play in the snow!" She yelled as she continued to attempt to button up her coat.

"I'm coming," answered our mother, walking down the hall with white earmuffs, gloves and a scarf. "You know, if you had put these away like I told you to, I wouldn't have had to go and find them," she said as she bent down and began to help her daughter dress. "Does everything feel alright?" She asked, shooing Sakura's fingers away and buttoning the young girl's coat for her.

Sakura nodded fervently. "Come on, brother! You're so slow, even a turtle could beat you!"

All I didwas glare at her while feeling mildly insulted. 'How dare she compare a turtle's pace to my own.' I thought sourly and amusedly at that same time. "You guys can go first, I need to find my gloves." I told them.

I looked out my window and smiled as I saw my sister dash out into the back yard and flop onto the ground, rolling around and kicking snow at our mother, who laughed.

A few moments later I finally found my gloves, they were tucked behind a couch cushion, no doubt Sakura's idea of a prank, and I too went out.

As soon as I set one foot outside, a snowball hit me square in the face.

I knew who it was. "Sakura…" I murmured, wiping off the cold, wet substance andcollecting some snow. I packed it tightly, molding it into the single, most perfect snowball. "Sakura!" I called out.

Sakura turned around with a big grin on her face and tried to hold back her giggle. With a smirk, I threw the snowball directly at her face. The grin she had worn disappeared from her face and a rather embarrassed look took its place.

We played non-stop for about an hour, and after that, we found our parents and helped them build a snowman. It took a long time, but it was worth it when we were finished.

Sakura took off her scarf and gave it to the snowman; she said, "Now the snowman is nice and warm."

"But now you're not." I muttered.

Before I knew it, Sakura pushed me down, and I fell flat on my back. After collecting my shock and shoving it down, I looked up and grinned at the smiling girl.

"Snow angel!" She shouted as she laid down beside me.

I sighed but smiled at her childishness.

=End of Flashback=

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I took a few crunchy steps forward and looked behind at the deep footprints I'd left behind. I watched as the snow floated purposefully into the foot-shaped imprints, already beginning to refill them.

I turned my attention back to the hospital.

'When can I see her bright, warm smile again? I wish that she was here to look at the snow…' I thought solemnly and made a wish. 'Wake up soon, Sakura.' I was too old to believe in wishes or magic, but it was Christmas. I could hope for a Christmas miracle at least.

The leafless trees that dotted the edge of the street creaked and groaned under the weight of snow that laid so innocently upon their branches. Light began to creep slowly into the sky, reflecting off the snow and making it glisten with a blinding whiteness.

Before I even realized it, the silent night had changed into a bright morning. I heard dog's echoing barks and excited shouts because it was Christmas. I smiled sadly and headed back towards the hospital, still wishing that Sakura would soon be awake.

Back in her room, I caressed her hand tenderly as the monitor behind me assured that she was still breathing. I thought back to what happened involuntarily.

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=Flashback=

"No, no, no, no! No! It can't be! Daddy can't to go to heaven yet!" A nine-year-old screamed while clutching her head and running out of the house with tears rolling down her pretty face. "Daddy! This is a joke, isn't it? Come out here and smile and say that this is all a joke!" She yelled, looking around as if she would find her father behind a bush or tree.

"Sakura! Get back in now! Sakura!" Yelled mum as shining, liquid crystals of pure sadness streamed down her face uncontrollably.

All I could do was stare back at my sister and think, why must such a little girl face such a tragic truth? What did she do to deserve all of this? Among me, her and my mum, she was the most affected one.

"No! I want to see daddy!"

"Daddy is not here!" Mum shouted to the nine-year-old.

Sakura stepped back slowly with every word our mum said. "No...no...no..." She murmured. "You're lying, right?"

Unbeknownst to them, I saw a car speeding down the road, straight towards...

"Sakura!" I shouted as loud as I could.

All I heard was the sound of rubber tires screeching against the road. All I saw was Sakura turning around slowly, her doe-like jade eyes widening with fear and her knees locking, paralyzed.

The car hit with a sickening smash.

Her head smacked against the cold, wet road and the cracking sound it made was deafening. Sakura lay limply on the ground, crumpled like a trampled rose.

"Oh, Jesus, good God!" Shouted the driver as he stumbled out of the driver's side of the car. "Call the ambulance! Hurry!"

I was the first one who came back to their senses, running to my sister with mum following close behind. I shook Sakura and mum called out her name, but there no response, not even a sign of life. Blood was everywhere, some trickling down from her temple, and people were crowding around, whispering to one another as if it were a gossip circle.

"God dammit!" I shouted. What I didn't realize was that there were tears streaming from my eyes—they ran down my cheeks and over my nose, making my want to sneeze, sob and scream all at the same time. I was thirteen, and thirteen-year-old boys weren't supposed to cry, right? Even so, I couldn't stop.

"Sakura!"

No response. At last, I heard the unmistakable wailing siren of an ambulance just up the road.

I cradled Sakura's head in my lap, and as I bent over her face, my own tears splashed on her fair skin, that was smeared with red. 'You will be fine now, I just know it! So hold on, okay? Just hold on…'

=End of Flashback=

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I was too wrapped up in my memories that I didn't realize her skin became impossibly more pallid. Suddenly, I noticed an extremely annoying, repetitive noise; the monitor was beeping rapidly.

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.

I frantically observed the numbers, but I didn't know what any of it meant.

My own heart began to race, and cold sweat dotted across my neck, palms and back. I ran out of the room screaming for help.

"Doctor! Anyone!" I shouted as I ran through the hallways. People stopped to stare at me, murmuring things that I didn't even try to catch. 'No, she can't die! She's too young! She's my only sister!'

Then, I saw a doctor, Doctor Tsunade, our personal doctor. She rushed briskly past me and ran into Sakura's room. I chased after her but someone with a petite hand pulled me aside. It was my mum. Her face was solemn, worried and frazzled.

I was ushered into the hallway, pushed into a chair, and my mother asked me to calm myself.

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Tsunade came out with a smile on her face and confusion quickly swept through me. How could she be smiling after such a shock?

My mum stood up and walked over to the doctor, expecting grave news. Then, I saw a smile appear on my mum's face, one that I thought I would never see again. Without waiting for permission, I ran into the room in such a rush that I nearly tipped over my own feet.

Speechlessness overcame me when I saw my baby sister with her eyes open, sitting upright and staring at the wall. I could finally see the green eyes that I hadn't seen in months. A grin quickly plastered onto my face.

"Sakura! You're awake! You slept like a statue, like the statue of liberty!" I tried to joke just to hear her laugh, but she remained silent and so I continued on a more serious note. "Do you know how worried I was?"

Then, I finally noticed that she was staring at me with dull, perplexed green eyes, instead of the happy and cheery ones. Her cotton pink eyebrows drew together before she asked,

"Who are you? Who am I? Where am I?"

My grin slowly melted into a frown. Then, it struck me.

She must have lost every single memory—she didn't remember me, or our mother, or our father, or even all the Christmas's we had spent together. Mum entered the room and stood next to me tersely.

All I could do was force a smile. "You're Sakura Haruno, that's your mum standing beside me, and you're at the hospital." I answered as best as I could manage.

"I'm Sakura. Sakura." She repeated. "That's a nice name."

I saw some sort of happy glint in her eyes.

"It sure is." Mum replied with a sad smile.

"Who are you, then?" Sakura asked, looking at me.

My heart ached pitifully and I reminded myself, 'she doesn't remember me…' but nonetheless, I replied with a smile that had to be forced.

"I'm Sasori Haruno, your older brother."

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