Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto and earn nothing from this piece.
A/N: My first foray into the world of Naruto, because it's late here too and I can't find enough good ItachiSakura or just plain Sakura-centered fics to help distract me from my homework.
This is 150 words, took less than ten minutes, maybe less than five. That makes it, what, a drabble? Something like that.
Waiting
It's getting late, and she's still waiting. No, the truth is, it's very late, and she will keep waiting until he finally returns.
It doesn't matter that it's raining, doesn't matter that it's cold, doesn't matter that he was supposed to be back twelve hours ago and she's lying bleeding on his stoop because she didn't have enough chakra left to move after Itachi left her there.
All that matters is that Sasuke did return to Konoha, will eventually return from the D-rank mission that's all he is currently allowed, and might even return in time for her to see him one last time.
Sakura lies there, waiting, and remembers the feel of Sasuke's breath the back of on her neck so many years ago as he knocked her out, and as her eyes drift closed just like they did back then she whispers "But I love you so much…"