Disclaimer: disclaimed, betch.
Dedication: My lovely bfffl.
Notes: HAVE A TASTE OF MY HORRIBLE WRITING.
Note two: Uhm, there will be a part two… Maybe three… Maybe four… Maybe fifteen, I dunno. I'm not very good at canon.
Title: lips like vodka
"Even after all this time, you're still annoying."
.
When she sits and breathes life into him, he is not grateful. He does not thank because he was ready to die. He was ready to leave this world, and pass onto the next.
But she sits and heals. And, he hates her for it.
She barely has chakra, she wasted it on healing the blond, then sending him off to fight. He doesn't blame her. He left for six years. Six. But, she still loves him, maybe not in the same way, but she does.
He does not doubt.
But, he does doubt that she will live if she pushes herself this hard. So, he grabs her wrist and mutters, "Stop,"
She cries. She cries for him, for Naruto, and herself. But mostly Team Seven, because they were doomed from the beginning weren't they? A monster, an avenger, and a happy girl. They didn't have a future as a family.
But, history repeats itself.
Maybe if they watched Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Jiraiya. They are a parallel to Team Seven.
She retches her wrist out of his big hand, and begins healing again.
"I will not stop," she is determined. Her short, choppy, pale pink hair flows around her and her eyes set on the gaping wound in his side.
They can hear the roar of war. They can hear the walls of Konoha fall down. The screams of children, men, women echo through the forest.
They are both sick of it.
(But, Sasuke-kun, you started the war. Bastard.)
She feels the bile rise in her throat, and she removes her hands from his wound so she can throw up. She throws up under cooked ramen, and old sake.
She groans and wipes her mouth. But when she looks back at him, he is already wrapping new bindings around his torso.
"Stay here," he murmurs and stands. She is amazed. She is also frightened. Sasuke isn't the same person he was before.
He's taller, crueler, and smarter. He can kill someone in the blink of an eye. She heals. Her hands have not killed a person.
(Oh, Sakura-chan. Don't lie. You almost killed little Sasuke, didn't you?)
She watches him leap through trees, the rips in his black nin-shirt flowing in the wind. She is amazed because he looks as if he is not injured.
She is scared because she knows where he's going.
lips like -
vodka
When she finds him, he's watching. Watching their every move, like a cheetah. She wishes she can take him out of this world. Out of the world of ninjas, and bingo books, and blood, and-and-and, death.
"Sasuke-kun," she whispers, he does not move. He doesn't even breathe. However she notices his hand twitch.
(Sakura. Remember? Remember when that hand was wrapped around your throat. Remember, at the bridge? Of course you do - you tried to kill Sasuke-kun. You bitch!)
"Sakura," he starts and wraps his hand around his sword. "Get out of here."
"No," and before she can even process what is happening, he's dodging towards her, grabbing her by the arm, and pulling her away. She then hears the sailing of thousands of kunai.
He pulls her away, and sets her next to a tree. His black eyes watch over her head. She then notices that he really is taller then her. He looks down into her green eyes and glares.
"Stay the hell out of this Sakura," he snaps at her. He starts for the trees again, but she grabs him by the forearm.
"I have every right to be in this," she breathes out. This is her fight too, dammit!
"You tried to kill me, three times, and I still healed you," she gives a bitter laugh at the memory.
"You're still on that? You tried to kill me first,"
"Sas-"
"Just shut up," he rips his arm from her grasp. "Just stay the hell away from me."
She gasps, but does not - will not - shed tears.
Did he really trust her not to follow him? He must be crazy if he did.
(Ah, little Sakura-chan. He's already insane, silly girl. Silly, foolish girl!)
She jumps from tree to tree, trying to save the boy she loves - because that is all she can do. She will not let him slip into being insane.
(Itachi did this for you Sasuke! He did this so you could be happy! But, he will not stop until he has killed everyone in Konoha. But, you'll never be happy, Sasuke.
The Uchiha clan is dead! They aren't coming back. Just listen for once in your damn life!)
"Just listen!" She doesn't notice she screamed it. She doesn't even notice she's running out of chakra. She doesn't doesn't notice a figure chase after her. She doesn't notice a dark blob calling her name. All she notices is black spots, and crimson, like the blood of the Uchiha clan, eyes.
When she wakes up, Naruto is sitting on her right, while Kakashi is standing against the wall. Naruto is looming over her in an instant. He is crying and apologizing for not being there. For not helping her, and saving her.
"How long," she croaks, and stretches out her hands, pleading for a glass of water. Kakashi is the one to get it for her, Naruto is to busy wiping away the snot on her sleeve.
"Five months," he whispers, and the world goes still. Five months? She was just exhausted - but five months?
"Sasuke," she begins but can not finish because her voice cracks and she is going to cry.
"He's in jail," but then Naruto smile, bright and energetic, and Sakura's tears don't stream. "But, it's not that bad! He has this week to finish up, then he's home free. Well not exactly. He has chakra blockers, but those will only stay there until the Hokage can trust him. He also has to be watched twenty-four-seven."
Sakura nods and closes her eyes once more, because she is so tired. She just wants Sasuke to smile, and be happy. But, she doesn't know if she can believe in him anymore.
She's eighteen and tired, and just wants to sleep.
"Hey, Sakura-chan," Naruto smile is big, and he kisses her on the forhead. "I love you,"
"I love you, too."
She has no doubt that Naruto will be the one to fix things. He is the heart of Team Seven.