disclaimer: im not good enough to write naruto! D:
notes;
-inspired by the quotes; 'home is where the heart is' & 'actions speak louder than words'
-word count: 379
-rewritten ugh
summary: For Sakura, home would never be Konoha, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself. sasusaku, drabble, mostly canon
"Sakura," she heard her mother call,
"For Konoha,"
(because I can't betray them)
She thought, as the blurry figures of her friends discussed future plans of finding him.
"For Sasuke,"
(so he'd never become a monster like his brother)
She thought, whenever his name was mentioned in the discussion.
"For home."
(where my heart is)
She thought, as she resolved her internal plan.
Sakura was proud to call Konoha 'home'. Not once did she ever regret becoming a ninja, serving her entire life to the village (but her heart to another).
Every time Sakura thought of home, she remembered the dusty mountains, especially with the carved face of her mentor. She thought of the green trees scattered amongst creaky buildings of brightly coloured roofs that she sometimes raced on. It was a place of war, but was also a place of happiness scattered in between smiles and laughter and love.
'Home' also had important rooms she always barged into, many big training grounds she sweat on, and maybe also had that small ramen stand where they used to sit. But every time that last thought popped up, Sakura liked to push the young children of the past to the back of her mind, ignoring the dull pain in her chest.
"Whatever you do in the future, just remember-"
And so Sakura thought of 'home'. She desperately thought of home. From the moments beginning, she told herself this mission was for 'home'. (but maybe her actions were just little a bit for Sasuke).
And yet as she took the chance to stab the kunai into Sasuke's back, her arm froze. Unable to move, unable to do it for 'home'.
So she smiled bitterly to herself.
"Of course," she thought numbly, "What did I think, trying to convince myself? Home is where.. the heart is."
Unfortunately for the poor girl, her heart was already taken by the fool that her knife couldn't stab into. It was taken by the fool that was ready to stab chidori into her chest, ready to take away her life, ready to take away all her pain.
And after all this time, Konoha was always just a mask for what she called 'home'.
"Actions will always speak louder than words."
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