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One-shot:It led to this.

Red

Red was the color he got fond of since long time ago,namely since he met her.It was the color she often used,the color she grew accustomed to in using regardless the situation.Of course she picked the habit not by herself,her mother also favourite the choice in clothing too and he suspected she played a big role on it.Nevertheless,they both wore it perfectly,but if someone tell him to decide it would be her who wore it better because...well,it just her.Everything about it scream of her,her personality,her appearances and the list goes on.

There are occasions he despised the color,occasions that happened rather often because his line of work demand it.The red of fire as it dance on a corsp,the red of a wounded flesh and that one red he more than usual see but never get used and like seeing.

The red of blood.

This kind of red is the one he hate the most,to watch someone's life pouring out of their body slowly,painfully,is something he would never get used to seeing.Especially when he can't do anything to stop it,especially when that someone is a person that was close for him and care to him more than other in exception his family.

The boy gritted his teeth,out of anger,despair and regret.

it led to this

He craddled the person on his arms tighter,mumbling apologise after apologise and after apologise to the person's ear with tears building up at the corners of his eyes but never fall for he had refused to cry anymore,not after his family had perished.He thought he had nothing to cry to anymore,he thought he had loosen who he considered to be precious people.

That until now,now he is sure there is someone still he considered as a precious.Someone whom life is slowly slipping away by his own hand.

God know how much he regret his actions,and God know how much he want to switch place with her and be the one whom dying.Because he doesn't deserve his life,because he is no more than a rogue with no future while she...she got all the world and it's achievement stretching infront of her,she has the future that was bright enough to shine the sun.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Because she is dying

And the cause is none other than him.

He saw red everywhere,on the ground pooling,on his hands,on his sword and even on her crimson dress and pale cheeks.He saw the red of her eyes slowly fading away as her body no longer able to maintain the Chakra flow to her eyes.One particular spot he unable to see,the source where all of the red came-come-from,he tried his best to not stare at the gaping wound he gave her with his sword,but somehow his blue eyes would darted to it and reminded him to what he had done.

"It led to this" he whispered,voice uneven as he felt he is about to cry.And there he was,thinking all the person matter to him had gone and no one else worth the tears anymore.

Despite her condition Sarada let out a chuckle mixed with coughs full of blood."It led to this" she whispered,barely.

"Why?" Why was the question often lingered in his head,question he thought he had the answer but he was wrong."Why you have to do this? why don't you just give up and let me fall to the darkness where I should be at? after-after what I had done...you...I don't deserve any of this-!" and there goes the tears,fallen for his last yet probably the most important person in his life.

"Funny isn't it?" he let out a cynical laugh betwen his tears "In the past,it was an Uzumaki who bring an Uchiha back from the darkness,but now the table has turned"

Sarada let out a smile,although the pain on her abdomen made it looks like she was grimacing."If-If you put it th-that way...The-then c-considered it as-as a return of f-favour" she gasped,no longer able to feel her legs.

Her hands felt cold,but with sheer power of will she manage to bring her right hand to his cheek."People need you...go...home" one big intake of oxygen she took,the one that is none other than her last breath "Please...Boruto..." Her bloodied palm skidded from his cheek,leaving trail of mixed crimson liquid of her and his as the last of her life faded.

He saw red,this time out of anger directed to many things.To the imperfect world,to the damned Otsustukis who gave him a promise of power but it was proven to be nothing but curse,to the injustice of life that is none other than his.Despite it,anger always followed with grief,acceptance then reconciliation.And now he had found his resolve of reconciliation.

Go home,please

So he go,to the place he had absence for years that was his home,with a lifeless body of a woman he love between his arms and unsteady steps representing his sadness and sorry,sorry he has to redeem to his friends and former Master who also the Hachidaime,Uchiha Sasuke.

He did not falter,because he knew he is more than deserving the outcome waiting for him,because he knew it would led to this.

More grieves and deaths.

END

How's it going? well I hope it turned out good because this is actually something coming out of my mood to messed emotion up lol.

Well,yeah I'm back and I will update my stories soon but not so soon because I currently on the middle of 'On-field study' and it won't finish until December.

That's been said,I hope you guys will wait a bit longer because I am so sorry for going dark for quite long time.

RRs are appreciated!

Cipher032 out!

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