Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
It was fitting that the last words he would ever hear were "you're welcome".
The story of team 7, from the start was destined to end in sorrow. History had been doomed to repeat itself, and repeat it did. She had finally caught up to him. She had been even more determined this time. She had choked once before and it had almost cost her life. She was ready this time. When they were younger, she had been blinded by his "coolness". She had never really tried to understand him. She had been selfish and self-centered, and near the end she thought she was finally worming her way into the enigma that was Sasuke Uchiha. Then he'd left. Just like that, and he'd left her with two words that had haunted her ever since.
Thank you. Thank you for what? She would spend nights trying to decode the meaning of his words. She couldn't ever come up with anything. Now though, as she plunged her poison kunai knife into Sasuke's heart she thought she finally understood. Thank you for trying, for caring. Even though she may have been a huge thorn in his side she had genuinely cared for him.
Now four years later she felt nothing but sadness. As she watched the light leave his dark eyes, which once had captivated her, she felt no regret. This was the only thing left she could do for him, for Sasuke. He had snapped and there would have been no bringing him back. The Sasuke that she had once claimed to love was long gone. Perhaps he was never even there.
It was quick she caught him before he could fall, and whispered two words "you're welcome".
When his heart had sputtered out the last few beats laid him out on the ground. She stared down at his face and saw not the one of the crazed mad man he had become, but of then handsome man he could have been. A single tear drop rolled down her cheek and onto his face. Then another, and another the tears started streaming down her dirty face leaving clean tracks in their wake. She shakily raised her gloved hand and closed his eyes.
After what seemed like ages she rose unsteadily onto her feet. She needed to go back home. In a flash she was gone leaving a swirl of cherry blossoms.
As they drifted down one landed on the lips of a man in an endless sleep.
It was all tragically poetic wasn't it?
So this is kinda depressing, I hope you enjoyed.
This is probably a bit disjointed as I wrote it at like 6:40 in the morning.
Oh the joys of not sleeping.
-Becky