Jugular: several large veins carrying blood from the head to the heart

There is a sword, and it is in a shadow.

There is a shadow, and it belongs to a boy.

There is a boy, and he has a curse mark.

There is a curse mark, and it is on a neck.

There is a neck, and there is a kunai positioned directly above the jugular vein.

There is silence, and the boy holds still, watching through emotionless, hooded eyes as a group of masked figures drops to the ground, surrounding him.

There are two ruby and onyx eyes, and they narrow.

There is a pair of thin lips, and one corner twitches in satisfaction.

There are twelve of the masked ones, and there is one body rotting at the bottom of the forest.

There is a kunai at the boy's neck, and the one holding it belongs to the boy's side.

There is a flash, and the captain of Konoha's ANBU moves.

There is a kunai lodged in the kunai-holder's throat, and there is a new kunai at the boy's neck.

"I am not so unobservant and complacent that I do not know my own squad, Uchiha Sasuke. I do not appreciate having my men and women slaughtered needlessly."

There is no grief in the voice that hisses at him, and the boy wonders who this captain is, who speaks of men as if they are useful tools.

There is a slight chill in the captain's words, but the rest of the squad does not shift. They are well trained, enduring even as their leader speaks of their fallen comrade like a lifeless object.

There is a raised, elegant eyebrow, and he replies at last. "Oh?" is all he offers.

There is a slight movement, and the captain jerks away. "Scatter!"

There is an order in a harsh voice, and one ANBU steps forward hesitantly. "Taichou – "

"Go!" The eleven flee.

There is an explosion, and only the captain is caught. As the dust clears, the boy makes his way toward where his opponent lays.

There is a mask, and it is no longer hiding a face.

There is a face, and there are eyes of emerald and hair of petals.

There is a gasp, and he steps back cautiously as she sits.

There is a captain, and she is a girl with weary eyes and a grim, cynical set to her lips.

There is a girl, and he gives her her name. "Sakura."

There is a head, and she cocks it, watching him with blank eyes. "Sasuke," she answers, her voice guarded and bland.

"Taichou," he murmurs, sneering, but there is a hint of curiosity in his voice, asking for – no, demanding – an explanation.

"I've grown," she says simply. Beryl eyes hold his own, and he sees the question in them.

There is a memory, and in it she asks him to take her with him. The plea is still there in her eyes.

There is a silence, and she waits patiently, begging him with her eyes. Still he does not speak.

There is a sigh, and she stands and turns.

"Sakura." He does not move, but his single word stops her in her tracks.

"Hai?" She does not look at him, does not even move.

There is a decision, and it is made. "Meet me here in a week." She resumes her walking without a word.

There is a boy, and he watches her leave.

There is a girl, and she does not look back.

There is a week, and it has gone by.

There is a girl, and there is a boy, and they are together.

There is a love, and they will never be apart.

End.

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I was honestly going to leave it at "There is a girl, and she does not look back." But that would have been to angsty.