.Proaspăt (Fresh)

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Prologue

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In only a few short moments, Haruno Sakura would be able to say that she had loved Uchiha Sasuke her entire life. Even then, as she stared into his beautiful, bloody eyes, she worried that he would never find contentment. At the rate he was going, his monstrous vengeance would soon devour him whole before he could, gobbling up the rest of the shinobi nations for dessert.

She could see in his gaze that he intended to kill her, and she couldn't bring herself to be angry when she had attempted to slay him first; she had been enough of a hypocrite as a genin to last a lifetime. Instead, she felt strangely at ease. Perhaps it was because she was tired of fighting, tired of working herself raw only to still be four steps behind everyone else. Perhaps it was because she felt like a tragic martyr of sorts: dying on the warpath of her beloved for a cause that wasn't hers but still mattered. Whatever the reason, Sakura was completely prepared to perish.

The deafening sound of a thousand birds flooded the still clearing, his eyes never wavering from her face as flares of blue chakra licked his forearms. She liked to think that this was a sign of respect: him giving her his full attention and utilizing his most prized jutsu. She returned his stare steadily; unflinchingly. Even if she had desired it, there would have been no point in running when her chakra and energy levels were so low. He would've chased her down in mere seconds, and sometime within those seconds, her dignity would have remained forever.

He slowly raised his hand, and a small, content smile spread across her lips. His eyebrow twitched slightly upward in response, the familiarity being enough for a full-blown grin to split her face. They remained like that for a brief eternity; his crackling digits poised just over her heart, screaming for blood, and a bordering psychotic expression on her pretty face. Then the spell was broken: lost forever in the pages of their disastrous story.

In one swift motion he thrust his hand into her chest, cold fingers wrapping tightly around her beating heart; wrenching it free. Her blood painted him and her body, stiff and lifeless, fell over in a heap. Part of him knew he should feel like the vilest creature on the face of the planet, because he had truly loved her once. It wasn't pure love, it wasn't even good love, but it had been real.

Sasuke decided in that moment that he would never love anyone again.

Something inside him felt a little colder. He would no longer show mercy, no longer care who or what he destroyed on his quest. He wouldn't be reviving the Uchiha clan after obtaining his vengeance either. Why would he when his family's history had more horrid than pleasant: when it bred disasters like him as if it were going out of style? From then on, he was going to care only for himself; no one else mattered. With a brief, empty look over his shoulder, he turned on his heel, disappearing in a flurry of his red and black cloak.

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He died 2 years later, but not without taking most of the Shinobi Nations with him, just like she knew he would.

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This chapter was fairly short, but that's simply because it's the prologue. The next chapter will be longer; promise. Hope you enjoyed!