A drabble. Sasusaku. Reviews-maybe?
Beads of sweat line her throat
Breaths in harsh pants...
Silence
.
.
And then the wind pushes her forward
A step, followed by another, then another
Sprint
.
.
Sasuke...
And everything else loses focus
.
.
Sakura...
.
.
Their eyes meet
and hold into that oblivion
Because He's there, so close
and she loves him
.
.
.
oh very much
.
.
.
He inhales, sharp and pained
and there's blood in him,
Red
just like his eyes
.
.
Clarity.
.
.
It all comes back then
Veins burning
The pulse of chakra everywhere
Joints protesting
Battle cries
Craters and splinters
Metals clanging
.
.
.
Destruction.