She once promised herself that she would no longer be the useless one.
She refused to be useless.
She would not be the one to stand there and let the fight continue without her anymore.
They were her team.
Naruto. Sweet, eccentric but determined, Naruto. Once blaring orange against black cloth now stained brown and red; hair that once equalled that of the sun now dirtied and limp against his head; and his face, that once held the brightest smile now contorted as he continued to dodge his attacker.
Sasuke. Dark, mysterious but ingenious, Sasuke. Remains of a white shirt lie scattered and the chest they once covered, scattered in unhurried bleeds, consequences of the kunai that met his flesh. Eyes that once held the sorrow of another, now filled with his own rage as he continued his onslaught.
And her. Watching them from the side lines, again. Doing nothing.
Being useless.
They fought like men possessed, but they were not men.
No. They were boys. Boys too confused and hurt by all that they had done and what was done to them, and too lost and far gone now to stop.
She would stop them. She had to stop them. No matter the cost to herself.
Legs cramped as they stood and began making there way towards the pair.
Green eyes focused, knowing what she must do.
Mid-air… she meets the ground. Arms restraining her, tightening as she fights to break free of them.
Stopping, she knows that face. Despite the blood and gore that covers it, she knows it.
Looking at her, there is no need for words.
There is nothing she can do, and he won't loose her to some foolish idea that she can somehow bring an end to this conflict. Two students slowing killing each other is hard enough to watch.
Blood soaked material of his vest dampens her side as she leans against it. Anguish begins to fill the pit of her stomach.
The arm around her shoulders stiffens; she's not the only one who watches on, being able to do nothing.
But she still can't help feeling this way.
Useless.
