I do not own Naruto. Not now, not ever.
Sakura watches as he slashes away at the corpse of his once best friend. Mutilation seems to be the only thing occupying his mind.
The man's has already cut down Yamato and Sai with that Kusenagi sword of his. His former sensei was left dying in the bushes and dying the bushes red after the Rokudaime called out his once best friend's name.
They all knew from the very beginning that he had potential. But who knew he would come to be so powerful? So blood-thirsty?
Sakura looks on as she tends to the wounds of an innocent; Konohoa is burning in the distance behind her. There really isn't anymore she can do.
And then the murderer turns to her and sneers.
Welcome home, Sasuke-kun.
I know, I know. Short and pretty pointless. Whatever.