Fairytale
By: RoseWaters
I wanna stand beside you as I watch everything burn...
So tell me does it still suit me?
She could feel the panic in the air. Taste the tension on the wind. Hear the echoes of screams all around. She loved it all.
Her foot steps would leave behind an eerie calm tone. Each stride, slow calculated. Each time her heel found stability on the ruble of an unrecognizable structure. The wind tossed her hair around her, embers from some fire that Sasuke probably caused, warming her skin in the cool night air.
She wasn't entirely sure where he was. She wasn't particularly worried.
She stopped for a moment her eyes looking to the side. There was nothing special about the building, but she allowed her fingers to graze the side of it. She pulled back, slowly, and with a flick of her finger she watched the building crumble.
The force from the destruction caused her hair to scatter along with the long cloak she wore.
She smiled to herself. Because she found it kinda funny, in a sick sort of way. There went her apartment complex. Here goes her village.
She turned back around, keeping a steady pace it the same direction. She took caution to step over the dead bodies that blocked her path. The smell of smoke and blood were beginning to seep into the fabric of the black cloak.
She felt the wind suddenly shift to the south, she let out a sigh. It happened then, a backlash, the wind surging to the north pushing her body. Turning the ruble of the collapsed buildings to nothing more than dust. Naruto, definitely Naruto.
Her eyes meet the large structure before her. The only building left standing. She made her way up the stairs, her hand keeping a firm grip on the metal railing. She stopped once she reached the top of the stair case. One gloved hand on the door knob as her eyes looked over the scene.
Once upon a time, she used to look over this railing and see a horizon of roof tops and green trees.
But that was once upon a time, and now all she saw was destruction and chaos blanketed in a sky of smoke and cries. That they created.
She turned the door knob, preparing to write the final chapter. She walked slowly down the hall, remembering what each door led to.
She didn't care to hide her presence as she neared the last door. The dead end door, nothing past it. The End.
She took a deep breath before making her move.
She burst through the door. There bodies colliding and sailing through the room. She watched his white eyes widen as he moved his body roughly. His brown hair flowing with him. Her hand made it to the small sword behind her, stabbing him through the shoulder. Her other hand breaking his arm. Her feet finally made contact with the ground, as she pressed her sword through his shoulder, forcing the blade into the drywall.
The entire event was less then a second and his body stayed slumped to the wall. His dark red blood painting vertical strips on the wall. He wasn't dead, because that's not who she wanted killed.
Neji voice was low and cold.
"Your just like your dirty fucking team Haruno."
Her eyes watched him for a moment before she let go of the hilt of the blade. Turning her attention to the desk and the two people facing her.
Her eyes wandered over the final two people in the room. She heard a mutter, and her attention was drawn to him. His eyes looking around the floor and walls.
"Troublesome."
A voice silenced his action. That soft motherly tone, that made her skin crawl.
"Stop it Shikamaru, there's no light out side to produce a shadow. Let's face it, you can't beat my apprentice."
Tsunade stayed seated in her black chair, the chaotic scene playing behind her through the large glass window. How melodramatic?
She could hear Neji struggling behind her.
"BITCH!, What the HELL did you do to me?"
She didn't turn around to look at him because he wasn't important to her.
"I poisoned the sword, can't feel a thing can you?"
She watched Shikamaru back up slightly. Her teachers blonde eyebrows nit together.
It was Shikamaru's voice that erased the silence, "Why do all this?"
Her body suddenly leaned to the right, her posture relaxed, her expression going from blank to intense in seconds of his question.
Her voice was icy, dark, verging on psychotic.
"Wanna hear a story?"
When the room gave no response, she continued.
"Once upon a time in a village hidden by leaves. There lived a horribly naive medic. Who was part of a very powerful team."
She took a slow step towards the desk, her fingers forming one seal.
"And this stupid little girl believed in anything her Hokage told her. When she was asked to go on missions she went. It's sad to say..."
She took another step, another hand sign.
"That this girl didn't know that every mission she was given with her team, she was never meant to come back from. So we went on these mission, coming back every time with the proof we were asked for."
Her green eyes lingered on the fabric of the black cloak, the dark red clouds seemingly moving through the creases.
"Then after they came back nearly dead, literally dripping their blood on this villages dirt. All the Akatsuki gone. Not even then were they welcomed back as heroes. Rather shunned like monsters. To dangerous, to much of a threat."
She could see Shikamaru piecing her words together. Tsunade said nothing, did nothing.
"And this naive little medic didn't see what was transpiring before her eyes. She was too happy, Akatsuki gone, a pretty little ring on her finger, from a man who was sure to become Hokage."
She took another step and another hand sign.
"So of course when she came home at night from a shift at the hospital, she didn't think to check her home for intruders. After all who gets attacked by there own kind? But she did, and as she was attacked from every side, held down, mouth covered. She was saved at the last minute by her teammates. And as the Anbu man lay dying on her kitchen floor, his blood staining her white tiles she listened to him express his regret. He said it was his mission, given by the hokage and the council. Assassinate team seven due to the fact that they have become a threat to there own village."
She made her way around the desk. Not looking back as Sasuke and Naruto walked into the room. There bodies splashed with specs of blood that weren't there own. She began to laugh. He tone hollow. Shikamaru looked to Tsuande as if to deny the Alleghenies, when he saw no denial in her eyes his face grimaced.
"Guess they were right, huh?"
She continued her slow pace in the Hokage's direction. She watched as her former sensei got up from her chair, moving back til her body pressed against the glass.
Her eyes moved to Shikamaru.
"You know what Tsunade said when we came back after finishing off Akatsuki? I had one of there cloaks around me, because most of my cloths were torn apart or soaked with blood after the battle. She said to me. 'It suits you.'
He stared at her in confusion, her eyes looking only at Tsunade, her lips up in a smile as she made another seal with her delicate hands. She wasn't really there.
Shikamaru's eyes meet Neji's. It was a silent acceptance. Both Ninja turned there heads to the side, not wanting to see the end of there Hokage, yet accepting it all the same. Naruto and Sasuke watched silently.
Sakura's body leaned into Tsunade. Her lips against the older woman's ears. Her voice a quiet whisper, that rang across the room.
"Does it still suit me?"
The woman's brown eyes widened as the glass behind her shattered into a million pieces. And the girl with pink hair stood there watching as blonde hair disappeared over the edge of the window.
Naruto moved forward. Positioning himself in the black chair. His arms moving behind his head as he tilted back. His feet propped up on the desk.
He grabbed her wrist pulling her onto his lap.
"Do you know how all stories end Sakura-chan?"
She watched Sasuke smirk, as Naruto continued.
"With the princess and the king living happily ever after."
Her eyes looked around, he was a king with a kingdom built of nothing.
"Only in Fairy tales."
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A/N: wow that was dark even by my standards. It didn't come out how I wanted. But I kinda like it anyways.