He had held his hands open, almost longing for Sakura to fall into him that day back in Outo, just as willingly as the petals had. He would have caught her and she would have smiled and laughed as they fell on top of each other with blushes. He would have held her tight, hugged her and never let her go in that daydream of long ago, because she would never have let go either. Nothing would have or could have the power to part them. Nothing should have, even now.
Nothing except her….
As soon as the feeling and the memory came it was gone and it was only a worthless petal between his dirty hands. Not a feather he noted with disgust. Just another useless enemy turned to something more meaningless.
This is exactly what she had wanted, he realized with frustration. She wanted him to sit here and fail. That's why she had tried to stop him. That's why she had become his enemy and abandoned him to protect the other boy. That's why she had thrown herself at him, why she had cried, why she had said….started to say…
No. It was all a plot. She wanted him destroyed just like everyone else. And since he was invincible and unstoppable she thought she could do it in this sick, twisted way he couldn't stop. She had forced her poison inside his very body and the only way to stop it was to kill himself. She was formidable, even in her death. A powerful enemy….a powerful friend…a powerful precious person....
He threw the petal away with disgust but it was still no good. She was still defeating him!
--Because of what?! Some stupid words?! Some useless tears?! If she really had been strong she would be alive and fighting him straight on, not like a coward! If she was stronger then she would still be with him…..If she was stronger……--if she was….
"…she's the strongest" he whispered
No one showed mercy to him. No one looked him straight in the eyes, not even his original. Only her. Only his precious enemy dared to call him by that name. Only she was fool enough to reach out for him when he only knew destruction and pain.
Only she could ever have the power to part them and so it was only Sakura who knew he would be crying right now.
Because she was his enemy.
.....No.
No that wasn't it. It was because she was his best friend. She knew everything about him, just as he knew everything about her. But that was all forgotten to them both.
"….even if you forget I will remember for you"
Remember what? He thought bitterly.
The people he killed? The world's he destroyed? The countless people terrified from his presence?!
"….I will remember…"
The tears that he shed because she could never love a filthy commoner? The night he cried because she would never remember him? The water that trailed across his cheeks as her body rested trustingly against his in her death?!
"….for you"
……Or would she remember the hugs they used to share? The touches they used to blush over? The smiles and laughter that could only be between them…?
"….even if you forget I will remember for you"
Was it possible that…Even though he had forgotten….had she still remembered that he loved her more than anything else in the world…..?
No.
She would never want to remember something as horrible as his love.
It was better she had killed herself, he thought angrily. At once he reached back for the bloody, wilted petal and shoved it into his pocket with a scowl. She had made the right choice.
Death was far better than being loved by him.