The sky was cloudy and solemn. Nothing made noise but the wind. Silent cries came from elders and young children as everyone listened to the hokage speak the words of wisdom and guidance. The words that would hopefully guide people back into the world of happiness. A picture sat upon a small hill of grass. Flowers piled around. Different shades of pink and red, occasionally a white one here and there. The wind picked up a bit and a couple peddals flew off the flowers gathered together and blew towards the crowd of people, making the mood worse than ever. Everyone attended the most solemn funeral. Except one. Who?... Naruto.
"Her death shall not wound our hearts, but help them grow," Tsunade said aloud, "This young girl's death will not go unnoticed. Justice will be prevailed." There was a moment of a silence followed after her speech, and everyone became so silent, the village seemed dead. Sakura's mother and father stood by her grave, her mother crying into her father's arms. The scene was so morbid. So ... awful. The silence ended by Tsunade's warm words comforting them again, "Thank you. I bet she's smiling down on us all," she looked up at the sky as a rain drop hit her nose and then her eyes drifted back to the villagers, "That concludes todays ceremony," as people turned away, grief stricken, Tsunade wiped a tear from her eye, ...Sakura...

Naruto stayed huddled up in the corner of his room. His hands holding his plain, white blankets and sheets close. His heart was pounding so fast, but his mind was dead. Nothing seemed to matter to the blond anymore. Not one thing. His eyes seemed to be consumed by darkness and no longer held the beauty they once had when he had Sasuke and Sakura was still alive. No tears were shedded. No words spewed from his mouth. Not one thing was said from the blond anymore. He was the talk of the town. Naruto didn't even attempt asking for a mission anymore. Even Tsunade knew something was wrong.
He blinked and looked at his clock, "It'll be over now," he removed the covers from himself and stood up. He stretched slightly and walked out of his room. He stopped and looked at the guest bedroom. He opened up the door a crack then shut it quickly, ignoring the room now. The place he called home was no longer home, but a living hell for him to live it. Every way he turned were memories of Sasuke or memories of Sakura... More Sasuke than Sakura.
Naruto made his way to the front door to get the morning paper. He opened up the door and stopped and stared. Sasuke was standing there. He rubbed his eyes and then re-opened them. The raven-haired boy was gone, "It was just my imagination.. Heh.. Of course it was," he sighed and bent over and grabbed the paper. He turned around and stopped again, thinking he heard his name being called. He stopped to listen.
"Naruto!" he heard being yelled in the distance. Naruto turned and looked down the path and beyond, looking down the street. A vision of Sakura running towards him smiling was there. Sasuke standing at the end of the path smiling at him with that stupid grin he always has, " 'What are you staring at?' I would ask him. 'Nothing much, dobe.' he would respond," Naruto felt tears forming in his eyes. He had never felt so lonely. At least, not like this. Visions of him and Sasuke by the sunsets each day was dancing through his mind.
Naruto was by himself again. No one left who cared. Not one. He slammed his door shut and turned away from it, "I hate you, Sasuke!" he threw the paper across the room and it hit a picture frame, knocking it onto the floor. He heard the glass break and walked over to it. He picked up the picture frame. A picture of him, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi was inside of it. A single piece of glass had broken out of it. He set the picture frame back on the table and picked up the broken piece of glass carefully. He walked into his kitchen and to his garbage. He dropped it into his garbage. Naruto slumped to the floor and held his face in his hands. The tears were finally released and they streamed down his face. Naruto sat there and cried, "WHY?!" he cried out, "WHY!?"

The only thing that couldn ow be heard was the sound of the wind. No one moved. Everyone was in the comfort of their homes, except Tsunade. She stood there staring at Naruto's door, her blond hair blowing in the wind. A violent scream came from his place and she heard things smashing. She ran up to the door and opened it. There was broken dishware all over the floor.
"Naruto?" she questionned the house.
"Go away."
"I want to talk to you about Sakura," Tsunade replied. No response. She stepped into the small kitchen. Naruto was on his knees, his head leaning against one of the floor cupboard doors. Tsunade stared at the cold and lonely boy, "I noticed you never came to the funeral. Why is that?" she asked him. Naruto looked up at her with saddened eyes.
"I cried for the first time today," he said. Tsunade felt the power of his words, "I.. I want to see her.." he sniffled a bit and stood up, "I.. I want to go alone. She deserves much better than death, you know," Naruto walked past Tsunade. The blond girl watched him leave his own place, she followed him outside and shut his door for him. Naruto had already disappeared out of sight. No where to be seen.
"Naruto..." she said aloud.

Naruto stood, staring at the flowers and then at the picture frame ontop of that small grassy hill. The wind had slowed down, but cherry blossoms were falling in place of the flower peddals blowing around. The blond stared at the picture. Sakura was in it smiling like no tomorrow. He felt his heart jumped and he dropped to his knees.
"I'm so sorry! I could have helped you somehow! Maybe even protected you! But I was with Sasuke! And.. Oh Sakura!" he cried. The tears fell from his face onto the ground below him. His eyes opened wide as he felt a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around Naruto and hold him tight, Please don't cry, Naruto. Please don't cry. It's okay. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm fine.. Naruto closed his eyes tightly, "No it's not! You're dead! And it's all that damned Itachi's fault!" he screamed. The warm arms that belonged to Sakura started to slip away and Naruto spun around to face the ghost. But nothing was there. She was gone. The tears, once again, fell from Naruto's face. His body fell over sideways, and he was left there, laying there and staring at Sakura's smiling face. His hands were brought up to his face and he covered his face with them. The tears slid down the side of his silky face. A never ending river of them. He brought his hands away and opened his eyes, still crying slightly. He stood up and wiped away whats tears were left.
"I'll kill you, Itachi... If you kill Sasuke, I swear to god, I will rip you to shreads."
"That's a scary thought," Naruto jumped to the voice behind him and looked at who it came from.
"Itachi!" he said.
"..." Itachi just smirked at the blond boy. Naruto stepped back a bit as Itachi grinned. Naruto's stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. He felt like he was going to hurl, "Aww, what is it? Too little to handle the big boys?" he laughed.
"Go to hell," Naruto responded.
"Make me."
"I'd be glad too," Naruto smiled and charged at Itachi, revenge taking over him. I love you, Sasuke.