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Katana (SasuSaku)

It was night and the full moon's light shined down onto the forest that bordered the village of Konoha. The trees and leaves rustled in the warm, midnight's breeze. All was silent and still.

A flash of cold steel and the splash of blood on the ground was all that broke the peaceful silence of the forest. It was here that Sasuke wiped his blade on the clothes of the man he slain and sheathing his katana he looked towards the east.

Pale pink hair and emerald green eyes that promised him better days and brighter summers seemed like a far-off dream. Adjusting the ANBU mask he kneeled down next to the man and searched his clothing.

His hand brushed across something and he pulled out a sealed scroll. The seal on the scroll was the sign of the village of the Mist. Gripping the scroll tightly he stood his black, coal eyes surveying the surroundings before he made his way back towards Konoha.

As he raced through the trees his mind turned to the events and memories that happened this past summer. This past summer seemed so far away. It was like this past summer never happened and was only a fleeting dream.

The gates of Konoha loomed before him and he picked up his pace the feeling of being watched spurred him on. In a flash he was back in the Konoha village making his way towards Tsunade's office.

Sasuke politely knocked on the door and entered when Tsunade called him in. She took the scroll he held out to her and surveying she dismissed him. Turning he made his way back out the door, "Ah, Sasuke."

He stopped and turned, "Yes?"

Tsunade observed him before shaking her head, "It's nothing. Sorry, you can leave now."

Sasuke gave a curt nod and headed out the door closing it shut behind him with a soft click. 'He's too far gone,' thought Tsunade to herself as she broke the seal on the scroll. 'The only one who can heal him is gone…'

Sasuke looked down on the pale, white face of Sakura and reached out a hand to stroke her cheek. He watched her face with impassive eyes as he brushed the bangs from her face. "Sakura," he whispered and his voice cracked a little. Cursing himself for the momentary show of weakness he pulled his hand away.

Turning his back on her he walked out of her room his eyes were dead to the world. He was the only person on this island of grief and misery. There was no one who could approach no matter how hard they tried.

Once outside he looked up at the starry night sky. The emotions and feelings that he had felt a long time ago were now locked away deep inside his heart. He threw away the key long ago. For years there was no one who could open that lock until he met her.

Closing his eyes he remembered Sakura's tears that were shed for him and the promises that were given to him. So many memories and so many feelings yet so little time to enjoy them.

He didn't know why he was back in the forest his feet just took him there. The moonlight seemed stronger here than anywhere else and he thought this was the appropriate place. Grabbing the hilt of his katana he pulled the blade out.

The metal flashed an eerie glow as he placed it against his wrist and his black eyes were reflected in the blade. Eyes that had seen everything and lost everything. Without hesitation he pushed into the flesh of his skin reveling in that momentary pain that he felt. The momentary emotion that he felt when the jolt of pain traveled up and down his arm.

Hissing slightly he brought his katana back up slowly. The blood dripped down onto the ground and then the momentary sharp pain was gone. The only thing left was a dull ache. However, he still felt the pain. He still felt that searing pain of the blade going into his flesh but it was in the wrong place.

Clutching at his chest he didn't notice the tears that started to fall. He didn't notice the way his wrist seemed to go numb or the fact that he was now lying on the ground. He didn't notice the way the light of the moon made the katana glimmer and glow like it was on fire. The katana that took his life mocked him cruelly until he finally closed his eyes and left this world.