On her mission to retrieve Sasuke, Sakura had carried a photo of Team 7 with her. Anytime she lost hope or thought of stopping, she would remember the picture and continue on with renewed determination.
That was her fuel; her team, her friends, the people she cared for. It always had been.
Now she stared in horror as this person, this monster, tore her precious picture in two. He did it so carelessly, as if it were a pointless piece of paper. The two parts of the image floated away on the wind. One landed facedown in front of Sakura. She reached for it, hesitant, then flipped it over.
Her eyes welled with tears at the sight.
A young Sasuke stared up at her, a disgruntled expression on his face. Kakashi's hand rested on his head, and her pink hair peeked out from the torn edge of the photo.
He was alone, seperated from their team. What had once been a symbol of unity and friendship to Sakura suddenly became one of seperation and solitude.
Looking up from the picture, she locked eyes with her opponent. She was exhausted, sore, and had already used most of her chakra, but now she was also angry, upset, and determined.
Rising to her feet, she prepared to battle once again.
Author's Notes: Sorry I haven't updated in - what? A week? I just kept forgetting. xP
Well, hopefully you guys like this drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Naruto' or any of its characters.