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Distressed jade green eyes gazed up into emotionless coal black.
The girls chalk white skin was bruised, and cut, her gloved fists clenched and trembling with fury and grief, and her soft pink hair pulled back into a dirty, tangled ponytail.
The boy stared at her, his face cold. "Sasuke-kun..." The name escaped Sakura's lips, almost unintelligable.
Sasuke held his katana, blade pressed against Sakura's cheek. A tear escaped her jade eye, rolling down and mingling with the blood.
Sakura smiled at Sasuke, the quiet, parentless boy. She was so very excited that they were in the same team, Team 7. Only problem was, that baka, Naruto was in it too. She pushed down her annoyance, and watched the raven-haired Uchiha. He didn't seem nearly as enthusiastic about his teammate choices as she was.
Sakura thought about how the three of them had been, until the Chūnin Exams. She wished they had never attempted it. All it had done for them was leave fear, distrust and pain. Both emotional pain, and physical.
Sasuke's hand wavered. He, too, was remembering those days, when Sakura would try flirt with him. Naruto would say something idiodic, and Sakura would punch the fool. He remembered that he would ignore them, turn his back on them and walk ahead.
For a moment, his carefully guarded, onyx black eyes betrayed a single emotion.
Regret.
His sword lowered, then dropped, into the frosty grass.
Sakura's eyes widened, tears still trickling down her cheeks. Then she looked up, shocked, at Sasuke.
He was crying.
The silent, wary boy hadn't let a single tear escape those cold, hard eyes for oh-so-long. Yet, now, they ran freely, down his cheeks, dripping onto the ice and snow.
Itachi, Sakura. Both would have sacrificed themselves to save him, and this is how he repays them. Pain and death. He killed his own brother, and would have killed the pink haired Kunoichi too. He let the tears run, remembering his brother's very last words. I will love you forever. And Sakura, saying something similar. I love you so much, it hurts! Saying she'd even help him get revenge, if he stayed with her, and even saying she'd go with him, if she had to.
She had been prepared to give up everything to go with him. As Itachi had, all those years ago.
He spoke, softly, words that nobody would expect him to say.
"Sakura... I... I'm sorry."
She froze, shocked. She looked at his tear-streaked, pale, face.
Silent, she wrapped her arms around him, feeling him stiffen. Then, slowly, he returned the hug.