Till Death Do Us Part
-- Might --
Rock Lee
It was his last fight. He knew it and he only partially regretted it.
He regretted that he wouldn't be able to finish the battle and sweep Sakura from her feet to carry her back safely. He hated the fact that he would no longer be able to protect her. He despised the fact that even though he had won his fight, he still had a lingering emotion of failure pitted in his stomach. He scorned the fact that he had lost his ability to fight.
Beside him, on her knees and crying was his beloved. She was grasping his shirt and sobbing intot he fabric at his chest. A few battle scars littered her face but they would heal, she was okay. He had protected her and didn't regret that at all.
"I am happy that I was able to protect you, Sakura-Chan. Do not waste your tears and blur the image of your youthful beauty."
The pinkette lifted her head and stared at him a tear-streaked face. "You shouldn't have unlocked the last Gate! We could have done it without your sacrifice! You shouldn't have done it!" she cried.
Watching her with his failing vision, he smiled. His fingers squeezed hers the best he could. "I did what I could so that I might have the strength to protect you." He watched as she threw her head back and whailed.
Really short but I hope I pinpointed the message I was trying to get across.
I'm not a fan of SakuraLee, but it makes a great tradgedy. And isn't it tragedy that attracts the interest of the human populace?