Disclaimer: I own no characters. Seriously. If I did, there would be no point in writing FANfiction for me. Sooo yeah. This is just a little drabble about Sakura holding up. You should've gotten the point from the preview…
With a sigh, I unlocked my apartment door and entered the empty place. I tossed my coat on the couch and rubbed my temples while practically staggering to the bathroom. Quicker than most people could, I undresses and turned the water on full blast. I rolled my shoulders and tossed my fuzzy towel on the counter. The hot beads of water rolled down my back and I let it relax me. My hair stuck to my face, but I pushed the soaked pinkness out of my eyes. For a long while, I let the pounding water massage my shoulders and upper back. When I was feeling a bit better, I turned off the water. Using the fuzzy blue towel I dried then changed into clothing fit for a good night's sleep. Thankfully, I had tomorrow and the next day off.
I was beginning to see how strong Tsunade was. Three and a half hours in surgery exhausted me and only made the fifty-odd-year-old lady want some water. She can seriously handle herself.
A knock at my door stopped me from going to my blissfully comfortable bed.
I inwardly groaned and changed directions, heading back towards the front of my house. With a yawn, I opened my door. Thankfully, it wasn't anyone on a much higher rank or too important that saw me in my pajamas.
"Heya, Sakura."
It was just Ino.
"Hello, Ino," I said, letting her in. She sat on the couch and put a plastic bag on the couch.
"How are you holding up?" Ino's voice was quiet, not loud and bossy as usual.
The look I gave my long-time friend/rival was that of a tired woman who'd given up. "I try, and it helps. But I'm pretty sure he's not coming home. And with Naruto gone…" I shook my head and sighed. "It's time to give up. This is what he wanted."
My memory drug up the last moments I had with him. He'd appeared behind me, thanked me, and knocked me out. That isn't really something that says 'I won't be gone forever,' in my opinion…
Back in the present, Ino slammed her fist down on my coffee table. Damn, that was my good one. And she just had to crack it…
"Who the hell are you to give up on him? We both wasted years of our lives and friendship on this dumb ass by who ran off to play Avenger with an evil creep! And all you can do is quit?"
"Ino, its getting old. He's not coming home."
Now the blonde shook her head, standing with a pity-filled expression. "I brought you some onigiri. I figured working so much, you'd get a bit hungry. See you tomorrow, Forehead-girl."
My face softened at the use of her nickname. "Later, Ino-pig."
She left, closing the door behind her. Slowly, I unwrapped one of the rice balls and ate it. With a tired mind and heavy heart, I put the rest away and locked my door. Then I turned off all the lights. Now, I would try to sleep, though it wouldn't come easily.