With his sword at her throat, he looked deep in her viridian orbs with his crimson ones. Looking for an answer. Searching for her truths.
"Why?" He questioned her. "Why do you still love me when I've brought to you nothing but pain?"
As the tears rolled down her face she answered, "I can bare no hatred toward you no matter how hard I try."
"I could kill you where you stand." He brought his sword closer so that it would penetrate her skin ever so slightly, a small trickle of red fell from the miniscule wound.
"Then do it!" She said fiercely. "If you have the courage to kill me; do it now!"
"You should hate me, Sakura." Her name rolled off his tongue like poison. "I've killed those most precious to you and you still have this foolish infatuation for a boy you couldn't possibly understand," he emphasized with his onyx orbs painting themselves ruby.
"What about me?!" Porcelain fingers gripped his torso, praying he wouldn't shy from their touch. "You claim I don't know you but the truth is that you don't know me. And you don't want to try to know because you'd find that I do know you. Just as well as Naruto, I do know you." That was a truth he was pained to submit.
The sword shook in his hand a little. He hesitated. From the time they were small brats unknowing of what the future would hold, he loved her. Though, she too was nothing more than a fan girl, he always saw something in her that he knew would always make his heart pound. That didn't change and it wouldn't. She was the one that made him forget all his problems. All the woes and aches and pains he'd bared. She was the reason he kept going.
"Sasuke, please, she begged him once more. "Please don't go away again. Come home."
But he needed those sorrows. Those oh-so-heavy burdens on his shoulders. He needed to bare them alone. He could not place them on her as well. Which is what would happen if he did as she requested.
He remembered the day he left. The stupid girl begged him to either stay or let her go, too. He, instead, thanked the cherry blossom beauty for her genuine love and kindness. His only regret being that he left the little bit of happiness he had created in knowing his team.
He snapped out of his short lived daze to return to her tear filled waiting eyes. He lowered his sword and kissed her forehead. "You would do well to just forget about me. That'll make life easier for the both of us." He said and walked away from the girl he loved more than anything.
But if that were true than what was he doing? The problem was that the urge to avenge his brother ran much deeper. As he was, indeed, an avenger.
So what would he do if he runs into her while he's wreaking havoc on her home? What if she was killed by his hand in the process?
No. No time to think. Just go. Leave her. Drown out her cries and pleas with your hatred. Just keep going. Don't turn back now. It was far too late for redemption.