disclaimer: i do not own naruto.
title: you can call me a survivor
summary: listen to my pulse; tell me i'm alive
dedication: to you
notes: oy, this is sakura speaking.
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The battlefield sounds silent. Eerily silent.
The silence rings in her head, beating against her skull. One, two. One, two.
She trudges on, putting her feet forward. One, two. One, two.
The others have all seen death. She's seen light. She's seen hope - the pulse of her own hands against a dying soldier's heartbeat. One, two. One, two.
She turns and looks down. In her sash is a sword - Kusanagi. She smiles - that's a form of hope, too. Death.
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She only takes weapons from those she has killed.
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She's not weak anymore.
She's killed everyone who would think otherwise.
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Life over love. Life over love.
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No, she doesn't like killing. She likes healing. But - she is a survivor and surviving means kill or be killed.
She chose the killing.
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She is alive and that's all that matters in this world; in any world. Her heart beats underneath her glowing fingertips. One, two. One, two.
She tells herself that she is not quite dead yet.
No, the battlefield isn't quiet at all - not while someone still survives.
Her heart is still beating. She is alive.
She is a survivor.
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The glow fades from her fingertips.
The battlefield is eerily silent.
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