Too late. "Sasuke!" Naruto called after the shrinking Uchiha. But Sasuke was long gone before Naruto could actually try to catch up. What was he thinking? Going after Itachi. The youngest Uchiha was no match. Did he honestly think that going after Itachi now will help in any way? Naruto's jaw clenched together, his tan hands balled into fists. His best friend is searching for death.
A hysterical Sakura was weeping into slender hands a few feet from where the Uchiha previously stood, spitting insults and threats. Something in him changed and Sakura didn't like it. She wanted her old Sasuke back, the one she fell in love with. The quiet, intellectual boy with promise. A tan hand rested on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. A wave of pink hair hovered around her head as she spun to retreat in the other directed, back to home. Back to where no one could see her weep for her lost love.
Naruto's sky irises watched his school crush run off in pieces. He was alone again. Was he damned ot be alone forever? First his best friend walks off with out so much as a goodbye, and now the girl he just wanted to help didn't even want to be comforted. An overwheming saddness came over the boy like a tsunami. He kicked the dirt under his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets. The sun set, not just on the day, but on most of Naruto's happiness.