A/N Second story and counting! Dizzy would like to thank people for reading this, you make Dizzy very happy. Dizzy will stop talking in third-person now as Dizzy has to introduce her new story! P.S I do have another chapter for this, but I feel this story works as a one-shot too, so I'm leaving it to you guys to decide whether or not I should post the bit of a continuation or not. (tell me via review) Disclaimer: Isn't it already obvious by now that I don't own Naruto?
Whenever I pictured this moment I always saw Naruto and him. But not me, never me.
In the final battle to bring Sasuke back to us I had engraved this stone image that it was going to be Naruto fighting him. I didn't really know where I would be, I guess unconscious or something.
Maybe I was looking from the sidelines at them like I always used to.
I always regretted (actually regret; I still do) that, you know. Not going and fighting beside them or, god forbid, in front of them. Never once have they watched by back, because every time I move up they would always double me. I would study the prospect of joining them dubiously, wracking my brain over and over. But I always came up with the conclusion that even if I wanted to I could'nt because I had already fallen too far behind.
After he left I trained harder and harder, telling myself that no matter what I was going to get on their playing ground, I wasgoing to fight beside them. Then I met up with Naruto again and my hope came crashing down with the weight of the world on it. Then, because I obviously had'nt been smacked in the face by reality enough by now, I got to go and meet Sasuke too. Woopty fricken doo.
And, right on cue, they both beat me again! But I guess somehow I knew they would. Maybe if I tied them both up for a really long time and trained like absolute mad I'd be able to untie them long enough to kick both their asses just so I could say "I did."
After that though they'd probably come back and get me for messing up their precious hair. I swear they must spend more time doing it than I do mine I mean, their hair defies gravity! Has anybody else ever noticed this? That and how it's always combed, styled, soft, shiny, silky, smooth…
Bastards.
Back to the point though. What I would truly like to know the most is why the hell after all they've done to prove their just that much better than me, that I'm the one fighting Sasuke?! How did that happen?
By some freakish mystery I am the one standing on the battlefield. Shaking like absolute hell, and trying to keep myself calm with every single fibre of my entire being. My hands are bleeding with my nails digging into them with such ferocity, and I know my heart is beating four times for every time it should beat once.
I stare at him across from me, calm, cool, collected and completely prepared to beat the shit out of me without mercy. He appears sullen and passive, absolutely stoic.
If I ever get my desperate hands on whatever drug he's doing I'd be the happiest girl on earth.
I inhale deeply and try to forget that my legs and arms are already cut up with scratches and bruises that I still haven't found the luxury of healing yet and pray that some greater force up there will give me some kind of breakthrough power. My hair is chopped and messed, I can see some of the strands on the ground (it's pink, not exactly hard to miss. I mysteriously find the time and sarcasm to inwardly joke about how much I suck at camouflage because I can't hide my hair) and sigh.
I let my hair grow out again since then. It wasn't short anymore, but it certainly was a mess. But I guess fighting for days on end in a war can do that to you, you know? Last time I cut my hair to prove that I had grown, so that when I looked in the mirror the next day I could look myself in the eye and say "It really happened. You've grown Sakura." Unfortunately I let my mark be something that faded with time. Everyday my hair grew longer, and every time I thought I had made an accomplishment I would cut it yet again.
But lately I've been studying my slight accomplishments more, "putting it under the microscope" you could say. And, as a result I haven't cut my hair in a very long time. It's at my waist now I believe.
I suppose I'm just trying to reach out for some empathy here. Sharing my story, retelling it, going through my shameful I'll admit, plunges and insecurities. I not quite sure If I deserve sympathy, but beggars can't be choosers. I'm begging and right now I'd go for just about any sympathy. Even if it only comes in the minuscule form of giving me the force to unrig my nails from my hand so they can finally stop the bleeding, I would be grateful. Really.
By sheer luck (thank you whoevers up there) I spontaneously recall all of my friends. All of the hope placed on winning this battle, the numerous lives I've saved with my power. My look intensifies on Sasuke.
How many lives has he saved?
With all of that power what worth while thing has he done?
How much effort and iron clad willpower has he put into his training?
What on earth has made me afraid of a man who has lived a good-for-nothing life since he severed all his ties with his friends who had become so devoted to each other that we had practically been a family?
Why do my thoughts always revolve around this, this, jerk?I felt myself smirk despite the situation and got the pleasure of seeing him wince. He was nervous at my sudden sprout in confidence. He eyed me suspiciously as my shuddering evened out and my hands unrolled.
Reaching my left hand into my pocket I pulled out my black fighting gloves, I need not give myself a disadvantage when there was no need to. I took my other hand and put them together feeling the soft sensations as they healed themselves. Fitting my gloves on I took my other hand this time and pulled out my kunai.
Twirling it happily between my fingers I finally stopped and gripped the metal hard. Even through my gloves I could feel the cold steel. I raised it up slowly then sparing only one glance just so I could catch a final glimpse of his expression, put it beneath my ponytail and yanked up.
My hair blew off in strands and sprawled themselves across the blood stained ground with other pink hair. The elastic band that was holding my hair up fell on to the ground as well. Just as my headband also began to slowly drop off my head I caught it and shoved it in front of me, the symbol of the front pointing straight at Sasuke.
"This, is what you could've been."
I reattached it to my head so the Konohna leaf was on the dead center of my forehead. I secured it with one final yank, feeling my yet again short hair brush against my hand as I let go.
"And this is what you could've done."
A/N Now wasn't that fun? Review Please!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. Just in case if you got lazy and didn't read my note at the beginning I do have another chapter, but it's not crucial for me to add it; this story works as a one-shot too. So in your review (because you will review) add if you want the second part or not.
