It was raining. I was drenched,everything was drenched, my clothes, my hair, my shoes, even my skin sported a light sheen but whether it was from the rain or perspiration from the battle I didn't know. The sky was a dark gray and seemed to mock my optimistic soul. I looked up at the sky, I didn't have to look at my murderer yet. I would rather look him in the eyes as the light leaves mine. I let my eyes scan over what would be the last place I would ever see, it was destroyed, craters and dead bodies littered everywhere. People were fighting knowing that their last breath wouldn't be in vain, it would be an honorable and useful death. It was the most honorable way to die for a ninja, a way to repay all the deceitful missions and assassinations, everything,everything you've done wrong would be repaid. However, it would be repaid in your blood. There was no shortage of that, I remarked sadly as blood from the mutilated bodies soaked the hard dirt which was now turning to mud. Brilliant scarlet, dark red and brown all mixed together creating some sick painting, the artist was the rain. Sai would appreciate it I thought briefly, and Naruto would be making sure that those colors would not be found together ever again, in other words trying to attain world peace. But it was human nature to fight and no matter what happened blood would be shed, and today it certainly was. Some of it, was mine. My blood was dripping down my arms, my thighs, my face. Nothing vital was harmed, my medic training automatically informed me, but it was still agony no matter how used to pain I was. Deciding that my time for "sight-seeing" was almost up I turned to my murderer and smiled bitterly.
He always said my emotions were my downfall, and I was determined to show him, I was going to be emotional, I wasn't going to die with a stone cold face. I was going to be true to myself to my dying breath just to be spite him. I was going to be Sakura, I wasn't going to act anything like him. Dark eyes regarded me coldly, and his face remained expressionless. He has killed, and has killed many times before, and even if I liked to believe he felt remorse for his actions, I didn't believe it was the case. His emotions and thoughts were so twisted that it was a wonder that he wasn't hallucinating and tearing his hair out. He was insane, and if he wasn't yet he certainly was going to be soon.
And I had loved him, I had loved him so much, this twisted excuse of a man. This traitor, this liar, this murderer. I hated him. I wanted him to die. But there was only one person that was coming out of this alive and I knew without question that it wouldn't be me, no matter how much of a hassle I was to fight. I had been fighting him for a few hours, I remarked proudly, hopefully buying my friends some time.
He charged forward chidori in hand ,I was expecting a blow to the chest, the easiest kill, but he managed to surprise me by heading for head. Breath surged out of me and I thought I heard myself screaming. I looked up and saw him, and wondered why God would create something so beautiful and with so much potential and decided that he would become someone terrible.I looked into his eyes and started crying because... I was still in love with him. I was kidding myself by saying that I wasn't.
He didn't deserve it and I knew it was wrong to love someone as terrible as him. Maybe that said something about me, I wondered, maybe i deserved to die if I was in love with an evil creature. And then, I was falling.
"I love you, Sasuke-kun" I whispered
I would not die a liar.
I felt the cold slippery ground against my back. I saw my blood start to soak my hair.
I always wanted to be a red-head, I thought bitterly.
The rain continued to fall, as did the shinobi, but the war, sadly, just continued.