I was bleeding, dying, and infinitely pissed. 'yep, not one of my best days' An army of zetsus surrounded me. The fourth shinobi war was still going strong, taking countless lives and loved ones. 'Ino-pig, Shikamaru, Kiba, Tenten, Neji, Temari, Sai… Naruto.' I thought about all the lives that had been lost. And I was about to be added to the list.
I had a cut on the left side of my neck, as well as other various bruises and slashes. But the major issue was probably the gaping hole in my stomach.
I didn't have enough chakra to heal any of it. Long story short, I was dying. 'I'm sorry, Naruto. I couldn't do anything, in the end.' Tears formed, but I refused to let them fall. I gathered the remaining chakra I had to my right fist. If I was going to die, I was going out with a bang.
Without a second thought, I slammed my strengthened appendage into the ground, creating a massive crater. I stood in the middle of the carnage, admiring my handiwork. Nearly all of the zetsu's were buried, limbs facing odd directions, faces pinned with a gleeful expression, even in death.
I caught a blur of movement in the corner of my vision. I whirled around, only to be met with a fist, straight through my chest. Cold, ebony black eyes stared at me emotionlessly. There was no pity, no remorse, not even an inkling of sadness reflected in them. The sound of a thousand chirping birds thundered in my ears.
"You are weak, Sakura." I froze. 'was I really weak, Sasuke?' An idea suddenly hit me. 'No. If he's taking my life, then I'm taking just as much of his!' I formed a chakra scalpel, carefully choosing my next course of action. I smirked.
"Says the blind man." Sasuke's eyes widened, he started to back away. 'too slow' I made a slashing motion across his face, forcing destructive chakra into his optical nerves, permanently frying them.
It was done. Sasuke would never see again. He couldn't kill anyone else with those wretched eyes. He screamed in pain, roughly pulling his arm out of my bloody wound. I fell to the ground, arms limp at my side. I gazed up at the cloudy sky.
'I'm gonna be hokage, 'ttebane!' Naruto's mantra echoed over and over in my head. The first drop came, then the next, and the next. Rain fell along with my tears. Streaking down my blood spattered face like silver pearls. My forehead was bare, having lost my headband in the fight.
'Kami, please, I want to go back. Before the war, even before I was born. I don't want to relive this pain again.' And just like that, I died.
Something was poking me. Repeatedly. It was annoying.
"Oi, kid, you alive?" My hand twitched, waves of pain shook my body. 'wait...pain? Am I...Alive?!' I cracked an eyelid open. A textbook picture stared back. 'nope, hallucinating. If I close my eyes, it'll go away' I closed my eyes, Willing the face to disappear.
CRACK! "Baka! Don't poke him with a stick!" I snuck a glance again. What I saw was nothing short of a miracle. The Shodai Hokage was arguing with evil incarnate. I sweatdropped. What. The. Fuck.
"How was I supposed to know he was alive? Huh?! He literally FELL FROM THE SKY INTO THE VILLAGE!" Hashirama Senju argued. "I don't know? How about not poking the poor guy with a five foot stick!" the porcupine haired Madara Uchiha protested.