AN: So yeah, I have no really explanation/excuse for this. It was kind of like Athena, popping fully grown out of my head without warning. It was written way back before the current arcs started, so obviously not concurrent with canon. Enjoy?
Sakura stills in disbelief as Naruto falls to the ground off Sasuke's katana.
Sasuke eyes the other boy's limp form with an unreadable expression, nudging his face upward with the back edge of the sword before raking his eyes listlessly upward.
Sakura stares at him with wide, turbulent eyes that shiver with a maelstrom of unspoken realizations. Tired, regretful, and some how bitter. Like a man feeling the weight of the noose for the first and last time.
"You…" She says tremulously, proffering her callused left hand and an empty smile. "You must be the Sasuke Uchiha I've heard so much about…"
Sasuke's bloody eyes look down on her.
"I… don't think I like you very much." She admits with breathless, wry laugh.
A derisive smile tugs at his lips and he takes her hand, pulling her forward and running her through with his sword.
"I can't really blame you for that." He says vacantly, twisting the sword in her gut and ripping it out through her side as she coughs blood on his shoulder, sliding limply to the ground.
"I don't like me very much either."