Sakura opened her eyes slowly, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the sun from her window. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and yawning delicately. Once she had regained her composure, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and got up to do her daily chores. There wasn't much to do, since she normally kept apartment in good condition. She walked down her hallway to the Kitchen/living room, both of which were almost all white. As she prepared her tea, she thought back on how her life had gotten so bland. It was round two years ago, but she could remember so clearly….
Rain, running down her hair and onto her face as if the sky itself was crying…..
She jerked the sword further down into Sasuke's shoulder, through his clavicle and into his heart. They were so close now-she could feel his heart slowly giving out beneath his bare chest.
His eyes wide, he stared at her.
"Sa-ku-ra?" he sputtered as warm blood rose to his lips, so dark against the paleness of his skin.
"I'm so sorry Sasuke. You gave me no choice." She whispered.
He smirked.
"hn."
From behind, she heard an inhuman scream of rage.
"NOOOOOOO!!"
Naruto.
He thought that he could be saved….
Sakura shook her head, trying to cast out the dark memory. She brought the tea to her lips. Naruto had shunned her since that day. He'd taken to wearing black, to match how he felt inside.
and losing him wasn't only one thing that she had lost.
When Tsunande found out that she had killed Sasuke, she transferred Sakura to Anbu Black ops. This meant that her identity was kept a secret. Tsunande had publicly stripped her of her ninja status, claiming her to be unable to work due to some "injury." Everyone looked down on her now. Her job paid well-but no one else knew that. The all assumed her parents were supporting her, since she couldn't work anymore.
Ino would remark on her nicer clothing, contempt in her voice. Everyone else would point and whisper at her nice two story apartment.
They didn't even visit her when she was gravely injured.
She shook her head again. Why would they? They didn't know she was still a ninja. With that thought she felt warmth on her upper arm and looked.
Her Anbu tattoo, which would only appear when the Hokage needed her, was glowing.
Time to go.