Stand by Me
11
"What do you mean I've got to kill him! I can't kill him; he's eight!"
Her 'Inner' started to fade away.
"Just remember; he's sixteen and he wont die in real life. You know you have to do this! If you don't; he might be better of dead anyway."
As she finally disappeared; Sakura broke down.
'I cant kill him! I tried before and that worked out so well.' She thought bitterly.
'Do something!'
Sasuke's desperate words echoed around her head.
He needed her help. He'd actually asked for her to do something for him. Asked her sincerely; recognising and acknowledging that she had the ability to do something he couldn't.
'He won't really die.'
With a new found resolve, Sakura picked up a discarded kunai from the bloodstained floor and steadily raised it to the neck of the boy in her lap.
'He's only a child!'
Sakura realised that and that was why she had to do this.
Save him from the nightmares of the past.
Naruto could sense Sakura's chakra flickering slightly at the very edge of his senses. She was about fifteen minuets away and…Someone was with her. But Naruto couldn't really tell who's chakra it was; it was so faint, like a whisper.
But it was dark. It felt cold and very familiar.
It felt like Sasuke.
But why the hell would Sakura and Sasuke be together? He must have read the chakra signatures wrong.
Even sage mode wasn't fool proof.
Hinata writhed slightly in his arms, pain flashing across her delicate, feminine features. Her situation was getting worse and Naruto honestly wasn't sure if he was going to reach his pink haired team mate in time.
He had to, though. Because he wasn't prepared to lose Hinata. Ever.
Then suddenly Sakura's chakra fluctuated and the other chakra sputtered out completely.
And Naruto really hoped that wasn't Sasuke, because only the dead's chakra disappeared completely.
Sasuke wasn't sure what to think of the cold blade he could feel resting against his neck.
Surely Sakura's solution wasn't to kill him.
That would be absured.
She couldn't kill him. She had tried and failed before.
And if she killed him, the caster of this Tsukuyomi, God knows what would happen to him in the real world!
He wished he could see her. See anything rather than his family dying in a neverending loop.
It hurt his head to watch them die again.
It didn't effect his heart though; that had been shattered beyond repair years ago. The microscopic shards ground to dust under the pressure of the hatred of generations of Uchiha.
His mind wasn't completely broken yet.
The blade at his throat dug in deeper. He could feel his blood starting to bleed out.
And then she must have slashed his neck wide open and poured salt on his wounds because he had never felt pain so severe since the time when he first received his Curse Mark.
He could feel himself dying, gurgling madly.
But he wasn't moving.
It was happening, he could feel it but he couldn't see anything past the slash, slash, stab of Itachi's sword.
Sakura had just killed him, hadn't she?
'I cant die at Sakura's hand!' Was his final, frantic thoughts before he felt himself fade from that world for good.
A/N- So I hope you all had a good Christmas! Mine was pretty awesome! I got a graphics tablet! Which I don't know how to use… But hopefully I'll upload some fanart to deviantart soon. Maybe I could do a comic version of this story? REVIEW please! I really want to reach the 20 mark before my next update! SO REVIEW AND I'LL LOVE YOU PLATONICALLY FOR LIFE!
