A/N: Red and green are complimentary colors that go together because they stand alone from the other; when mixed, you get the color brown.
Wowee, 4 chapters already? I think I'm about of ideas anyway.
I've been wondering what everyone thinks so, if you could, please review!
To be honest, I do have another idea, but it will only work if there's a bit of a comedic element thrown in and, in case you couldn't tell, I lack the talent for situational levity. Oh well, I'll try anyway.
Please, review!
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Sakura ripped off her gloves and placed her bare hands over Sasuke's weeping chest. Warm fluid gushed through the thin fabric of his shirt and stained her hands. Her hands shook violently as cool green chakra enveloped them, the blood turning brown through the haze.
The sun hung aloft in the sky, beating down on Sakura as she hovered over Sasuke, her shadow barely covering his torso. Sweat dripped from her brow onto the placid body beneath; they were soon followed by her tears.
She wanted to save him, to thank him this time. Her memories of him were filled with his back facing her, protecting her, saving her. Now she was looking down on him and he was looking up at her.
She wondered, for a moment, what he saw in her.
Was she a friend? An enemy? Were the situation reversed, would he ram his sword through her and rid her of the misery?
"Hold on, Sasuke-Kun."
The green glow strengthened and she could see the raging red waters quiet and calm until the flow of blood likened itself to a weak stream.
Sasuke's grip on the ground tightened and blades of grass and specks of dirt were caught under his bloodstained fingernails. He tried to speak but could only do so in colors as he coughed and sputtered, choking on life.
Soon, the blood flow from his chest stopped completely and Sakura pulled her hands away, exhausted. The sun had moved west and Sakura looked towards it before looking down at Sasuke.
The small, red river flowing out of his mouth caught the glint of the sun and blinded Sakura for a moment. It was then that Sasuke struggled to get up, pushing down on the grass as he did. Sakura reached out and wrapped a tired arm around his shoulder in an attempt to admonish him for moving but the reprimand was lost in her throat as he collapsed into her.
She held onto him on that hillside and he held onto her. They didn't say a word until the sun had completely disappeared.
"Hold on, Sasuke-Kun."
His grip on her arm tightened.
That night Sakura held onto him and whispered affections into his ear and, for once, he listened. The next day, she would throw her head to the heavens and cry in agony as her heart broke. Next week, she would run out of Konohagakure in blind rage and destroy half the landscape. Next month, she would hide herself away from the world and scarcely speak a word to anyone. Next year, she would laugh again.
In the next life, she would find him.
But that night, she held onto him as tight as she could as she watched the small stream of blood pour out of his mouth continuously. Occasionally, her hand would roam his chest in a blind search that would end in her agony. So she did what she could and looked at him looking at her. No questions floated through her mind that night as she pressed her lips to his.
The sun came back around east and Sakura refused to look at it as it flew at them westward. The blood ceased its perpetual trickle and Sasuke finally spoke.
"Thank you,"
His hand reached up and a thumb brushed the dried blood off the side of her lip.
"Sakura."
And she threw her head to the heavens, crying out in agony as her heart broke.