Why?
It's a question I've asked over and over.
Why must ninja fight to the death?
Why will some do anything to be come stronger?
Why did he save my life by sacrificing his own.
The blade was aimed for me but he took the hit instead.
I knew there was no saving him. The wound was to deep.
I clutched him in my arms as he lay dying.
Tears were forming in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.
I was losing him for the second time and this time he couldn't come back.
His eyes looked up at me, his lips curled in a small smile.
He raise his hand and lay it on my cheek. 'Don't cry for my sake' he said while wiping my tears away.
Before I could answer, his hand fell from my tear-streaked face.
His eyes slid closed, never to open again.
I held his cold form tighter as if he would open his eyes and say 'Your crushing me'.
But he didn't.
I know I shouldn't be sad.
After all, he's a criminal. A missing-nin. A traitor.
But somehow a part of me will always ache for him.
"Sakura, let's go back." Sakura silently nodded to her blond companion. She crouched over the stone and lay a single rose at it's base and walked back to the village with Naruto. The stone was one they both visited often. It was a gravestone. And it marked the resting place of a shinobi Killed In Action.
Sasuke Uchiha.