Sakura wondered if Sasuke was strong enough for Her.
In truth, Sakura was a good girl. She liked doing things that people expected of her and pleasing her elders. She liked flowers, shopping, and talking about boys. She liked being dependable, practical, and reliable.
But when she crushed Kabuto's two lower vertebrae under heel she felt perfectly at ease.
He was too confident; he had gotten lazy. Mostly, he hadn't expected her to come up behind him. He had expected a full frontal attack. Men.
As his broken body rolled away he was able to see her standing in the unsteady light of the candle looking back at him. A grim and satisfied smirk crossed her lovely features. Her hair looked like it was on fire and the dark red of her outfit made her blend in with the red wood of the room.
He gathered his chakra in his hand to form a blast to kill her when her foot landed on his back again. The pain blinded him and all his senses. Another loud crack made him squeak in a very wretched way.
"Hippocratic Oath much?" She softly whispered close to his ear. Her steel-toed boot connected with his temple half a second later.
Straightening she looked at the door. She knew who sat behind it. She knew he knew she was here. He was waiting. He heard her lead the ninja into his fortress and she had lost her surprise with Kabuto's death. It was a small price to pay to get back at a terrible and twisted man that created cruel and twisted deaths for many.
'Guns blazing,' she thought.
Kicking in the door she was met with a long chamber with more flickering candlelight and dark red wood. In the middle of the room was a long table and on top of it sat Sasuke lounging and watching her. The evident chill in the room caused goose bumps to spring up all over her exposed skin. She was afraid. She knew he knew she was afraid. She had taken care to use special contact lenses so that she knew this fear was her own, not anything forged by his sharingan.
"I wonder Sakura," his now oily voice hissed. "Are you strong enough to survive two minutes?" Suddenly he sprang across the table, quicker than she could react and yanked on her short hair to expose her vulnerable neck.
"I wonder Sasuke," she swallowed, "are you strong enough to survive me?"
He looked at the back of her pink head in confusion until he felt her hands on his. A shock jolted through his entire body and rocketed him into the door.
"You vulpine bitch," he coughed. His legs and arms were twitching and useless.
She stood over him. She looked impressive/striking/imposing from where he was on the floor. 'It's just the perspective,' he thought. She smiled, a vixen, triumphant smile. He felt the first tingling of a feeling he hadn't felt in years. Not since he had left Konoha, or killed his brother, or joined Orochimaru. It had been decades since fear had crept through his veins slowly and terrifying his shaking limbs.
"So you aren't. You aren't strong enough, Sasuke. I didn't think so. I don't think you ever were." She summoned chains and left him there to be cleaned up by her backup.