disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to the victims in japan & the phillipines & everywhere else. mother nature's lost her shit, & i hope everyone is okay.
notes: canon ended in my head after Itachi died. just sayin'.
title: leave you
summary: SasuSaku canon!drabbleseries. Well, at least the war is over.
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she allows him to remind her that there is no memory that time does not deface;
that there is no pain that death does not make numb
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Sakura stood in font of Tsunade, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers. There was disappointment in the room, so palpable that Sakura could taste it.
"I can't, Shishou. I just—I can't. Not right now. I can't. I can't," Sakura exhaled.
"I expect better of you, Sakura," Tsunade said, but her voice was gentle and sad.
Sakura shot a glance up at the woman who had mentored her—Tsunade had put her back together when Sasuke(-kun) and then Naruto had left.
Tsunade sat in her desk, looking tired. The age jutsu was as perfect as ever, but Sakura could see the strain the woman was under. It showed in her eyes, in the downward tug of her mouth. Sakura didn't want to contribute to that, because there was a dark part of her that thought that if hadn't been for Tsunade, she probably would have been dead.
That wasn't something Sakura particularly liked to think about.
"Tsunade-sama, I want to go. Please."
Something, anything; Sakura hated desperation, but she was willing to do desperation, for this. I need to get out of Konoha.
Tsunade stared at her second apprentice, pensive.
"The only mission I have is ANBU, Sakura."
"ANBU is better than nothing," Sakura replied.
Tsunade wasn't surprised. She handed the mission scroll over, silent. Assassination—Sakura knew that that was the only work ANBU had, anymore. Sakura knew that that was the only work ANBU had ever.
Sakura grabbed it anyway and ran for her life.
