Sasuke felt a drop land on his head, two drop, three.
He listened to the rain as it steadily increased until it was pouring. It created a very melacholy scene as he looked down at the ragged blonde boy laying in the mud along the bank.
He was supposed to kill him.
Instead, he stood there, looking at Naruto with a blank expression that soon twisted into pain as exhaustion took the Uchiha and he fell to his knees. He was now closer to his rival. He stared at his fainted face, feeling more tired that before.
He begun to move his hand towards the kunai knife in his pocket, but stopped. He couldn't. His fingers twitched and his shoulders shuddered at the idea. His body wouldn't do what he asked and he just stood there on his knees, looking at the freckled face below him.
He slumped over, inching his face slowly closer to his (ex)teammate, their foreheads aligned. Before he knew it, Sasuke's face grimaced with despair and he begun fighting off loud sobs and tears brimming his eyes. He was so tired. He rested his forehead on naruto's headband, feeling the cool metal band with rain droplets drifting lazily down the smooth surface.
He took in shaky breaths and swallowed down sobs, gripping his shirt with a hand and balencing himself with the other. His body twitched and shook and Sasuke struggled to regain control over himself.
He was still after awhile, with quiet hiccups. He sat back up with a sigh, reating his weight on folded legs beneath him. Slowly, he reached his hands up to the back of his head and untied the already loose knot on his tattered headband. He didn't need this anymore. He didn't want it anymore.
He let it fall into the damp dirt in front of him when he untied it. Taking one last look at Naruto, he got up, gripping his knee when he stood to regain his shaky balence. He felt weak, he wanted to rest.
His mind was blank as he walked back into the forest, he wasn't really sure where he was going he just knew it was away, and that's all that mattered. With his connections to Orochimaru's location dead, he needed to find the snake's hideout. Though he had a gut feeling Orochimaru would find him first.
He walked for awhile, then anxiety overwhelmed his stomach like a hard rock. He doubled over, stepping forward slightly, half falling into a tree where he planted a hand to keep him up as he vomited, expelling that morning's breakfast into a sad heap among the dewwy grass. His breath was rapid and shaky.
He gathered himself, using all strength to not fall over and continued walking.
He just had to keep walking. This was okay, it was the right deicison. He needed to do this.