Title: Hand Of Sorrow
Pairing: SasuSaku
Rating: T for violence
Disclaimer: I don't own NARUTO.
Distribution: Be my guest. Just out with the credit and the location.
A/N: simple oneshot.
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There was blood everywhere. The trees and grass were covered in it. The world from that valley seemed red.
He was standing across from her, a pile of bodies lying behind him, the curse seal activated and covering his half of his body. He hadn't even advanced to the second stage. But then, Naruto wasn't here. No one deeply challenging was here. Except Sakura. And her dead ANBU backup.
"Its funny you know," Sakura said, her nose speckled with the blood of his back up sound ninjas. "You once defended me with that seal. Now you're going to kill me with it."
He grunted and moved forward, launching shuriken at her. She dodged them but just barely. He could tell she was just about out of chakra.
"It's not my fault that you tried to interfere."
She didn't say anything back.
A few explosive kunai flew at him. He avoided them and then tackled her to the ground. She laughed underneath him. "You thought I'd let you attack Konoha without a fight?"
"Hn."
She shoved him off of her and grinned, throwing a few more kunai in vain.
He easily blocked them. She knew it was over when the sound of chirping filled the valley. She could see the blue ball of light coming right at her, but she was too weak, both her body and in her heart to move. It went through her and she unsuccessfully tried to stiffle a whimper.
"I always knew you'd kill me," she said, her head was on his lap, the blood that was coming from her mouth was just adding to the valley of red.
"I'm sorry," He said, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Me too," She coughed, her body shaking slightly, the gaping hole in her chest leaking more blood. "I love you."
"I love you, too," He said.
She looked up at him, a cruel smile on her lips. "Tell our child I loved her, too."
And then she died.
He sat there for a few minutes, her head still in his hands. A child? She had given birth to his child? He thought about all those years ago, when they were seventeen. They'd run into each other on a mission. They'd did something that he'd never regretted. And it had resulted in a child. His heart clenched. She had finally gotten her revenge for all of those years ago.
He had left her behind on that bench.
And now he was being left behind in a valley of her blood.
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Morbid. I know. But also ironic. And sad. Just a thought, a small short oneshot. Review!
