GRAVE REALISATIONS
A NaruSaku fanfic
"Sakura?"
It's not hard to recognise her. She's wearing black, and kneeling down, and her hair's matted down to her head, but it's still the same beautiful, distinctive pink. Even in her misery, she's still beautiful. I try again.
"Sakura."
She doesn't answer. It's cold as fuck. She shivers, and it looks like a breeze could lift her up and fly her away, she's that thin. God. I can see half her face, streaked with tears. I shake my head and awkwardly make my way over to her and put my arm round her neck. She stiffens momentarily, then shrugs my arm off.
"Go away, Naruto."
The lack of energy in her voice, coupled with her pathetic, defeated figure, suddenly makes me angry. That missing-nin bastard doesn't even deserve a damn grave. Stupid Uchiha legacy. I mean, how could he? How could that bastard Uchiha just walk off, train with a murderer and push Sakura aside to feed his own ambition? No; not push, knock out, then go fight his asshole brother Itachi after killing Orochimaru – like he's doing us a favour, I could've done that myself – and then he kills himself in the process, knowing everything would DESTROY Sakura. And it has.
Like I said. Bastard. He didn't care about her; never did.
I do.
I crouch down beside her and stare at his grave, resisting the urge to spit on it. The sight of her, head bowed, realigns my priorities. Right. Sakura first. I clear my throat.
"Listen … Sakura … it kills me to see you like this. You should … you have to let go," I say, as gently as I can. Then I see the fire in her eyes.
Oh, shit.
"Let it go? LET IT GO?!" she screams at me, eyes flashing. "Dammit, Naruto, it's not that easy! Do you remember what happened when YOU saw him die? You went crazy! It's not that easy … I hate him … I hate you …" She runs out of words as the tears start to flow again, running down her cheeks and dripping onto Sasuke's gravestone.
She's breathing heavily, shuddering. Her chest heaves. Being a guy, it's kind of hard not to stare at it … at her. I tear my eyes away and try to concentrate on the grass, but Sakura's in the corner of my eye all the time. She looks like she needs a hug. She walks towards me, green eyes puffy.
I have no choice.
I pull her into a hug, getting a watery smile from her. It's a start.
She buries her head into my chest, sniffling. She smells of strawberries, like I always imagined she would. It's my turn to smile. I hold her close.
"I can't … it hurts so bad, Naruto … Sasuke was everything to me …" her voice falters and breaks away, and she dips her head. A single tear rolls down her cheek and falls to the grass.
Her full lips part as I lift her chin up and smile at her, her pink hair and jade green eyes luminous against the stone grey of the grave.
"He doesn't have to be."
As our lips touch, I look at Sasuke's grave. A smirk crosses my lips.
Take that, teme.