Conceptual
somebrokenhearts
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Take my hand, and never let it go.
Sakura threw her hands around his waist, her tears wetting the back of his shirt. He looked down at his arms and was horrified at the black markings displayed across them.
Taking an intake of breath, he willed them to recede.
A swirl of pink.
He watched as Sakura took a kunai and sliced off the ends of her hair.
Pink strands floated aimlessly, carried by the wind.
'You thought cutting off your hair will make you stronger?'
'Yes.'
'You're foolish.'
'So I've heard, Sasuke.'
The girl with the still cropped short hair drew a kunai.
Pictures that gathered dust.
'Why do I have to take a picture with teme?'
'Dobe.'
'How 'bout just me and Sakura-chan?'
'Kakashi-sensei!'
'ONE! TWO! THREE!'
CLICK.
A scowl. A smile. A glare.
He flipped over the picture frame, covered in a thick coat of dust.
He wondered why they all had to be frozen in time like that.
Bridges burned.
'Why are you doing this?!' hysteria was evident in her voice.
'I need to. It's the only way I can avenge—'
'So when we're all dead, and you have avenged your family, you will be alone.'
'Hn.'
'Well then just kill me now, S-a-s-u-k-e-k-u-n.'
Friends clad in their pride.
Konoha nin leaped left to right on top of the rooftops.
Sand nin were furiously defending the walls of the city.
Death.
Destruction.
That was his life.
Then he saw them. The one with the glare and the one with the smile.
The one clad in trademark orange, and the other, her pink hair.
They were so foolish. Risking their lives in a fight that's fate was already decided.
But was he so different.
Risking love for a goal that didn't affect anyone. No one but himself.
His mom.
Dead.
His father.
Dead.
Who would care?
Orange fury.
With a shout of 'teme!' orange shot into the air.
He felt the sharp sting of the kunai in his arm, and the warm blood pouring out of the fresh wound.
He didn't even try to dodge.
Let them take me. Take me to my family, let us be whole again.
Red and orange.
He saw the flash of pink before black consumed his mind.
Funny.
He hadn't seen color since leaving Konoha.
It was nice.
The spectrum of their lives disintegrated.
Two months later.
He was no longer one end of the spectrum.
Naruto no longer the opposite end.
And Sakura was no longer stuck in the middle.
Now he was capable of the scowl, the glare, and the smile.
The scars of his mistakes still ran freely down his back, and in his head.
No amount of medical jutsu could fix them.
But fresh feeling lifted up the scars, and he felt something that he never had felt before.
Pride.
In himself.
And the knowledge that he could save the blonde and the pinkette from the world that had trapped him.