The sky was crying with her. The clouds were dark with tears that blended with her own. She watched through her drenched strands as the droplets turned her blooodied hands into a pink that rivaled her hair. She had always favored her unique hair color. The pink brought out her bright green eyes that were now glassy with tears. Pink was a color of fragile beauty, of innocence, of young love...But all that it stood for in her life was destroyed. For the first time in her short life, she hated the color. She wanted to cut it off and watch it burn with merciless eyes. But she couldn't do that. He had liked the color. He was always happy with everything about her. He wouldn't have wanted her cry rivers for him. He would have wanted her to be happy and smile for him. But, she couldn't. She couldn't stop crying. She couldn't truly smile anymore. She couldn't be Haruno Sakura, the only female member of Team 7, the deadly medic who specialized in poisons, she couldn't be Naruto's Sakura anymore.

With new resolve, she picked herself off the ground of memorial stone and bandaged the new wound on her upper right arm. She could easily heal the bloody spiral with her chakra, but that would have defeated the whole purpose of inflicting the wound. The spiral on her arm would be her keepsake of her happiness and her anger. It would stand for the laughter and smiles of the brother she had lost. It would stand for the goal of killing the man who slaughtered her brother. Until she killed Uchiha Sasuke she would have that scar.

Her fists soared through the air, shattering invisible opponents.

Her agonized scream pierced the hearts of the sympathic group that had gathered around her.

"Don't worry, Naruto. I'll bring back Sasuke for you. I'll kill him for you."