I Do Not Own Naruto

Proof

Sakura was working quietly in the lab as she looked over the poison master's latest victim. Though Sasuke had taken her from the restaurant, it hadn't stopped the poison master from attacking a different healer. Who was the one who Sakura was currently working on saving at this moment because she refused to fail in this little battle! The poison master was no master and she intended to prove this by thwarting him if for no other reason. Grumbling this again she again began studying the blood sample she had taken.

It appeared to be a blood poison, she noted as she watched the blood carefully. She wasn't surprised to see it aggressively eating the blood and sighed as she rubbed her eyes.

This was getting frustrating. Sakura didn't know how to feel about this as she leaned back on the counter. She just needed a moment to get all of her turbulent emotions in control again because she didn't want to lose them at this moment. All she needed to do was figure how the victims were getting poisoned. And that was the part which she was stumped on. Inhaling a sharp breath she held it for a moment before releasing a shaky breath and standing up to walk to the attending nurses.

"I need you to give the victim this antidote in this exact amount. Call me in three hours if there's no improvement," Sakura stated handing the supplies to the nurse before walking away from them. She wanted to clear head for a minute without interruptions or poisonings. All she needed was a moment, and she hadn't had all those many moments lately. It used to be easier to be alone, before Sasuke had returned, because everyone had been dating back home and she had been single.

Being alone was something she had been getting used to and getting good at. Now she had Sasuke for company and he wasn't the permanent kind of company so she shouldn't get used to having him around. And thus her need for moments alone, Sakura just sighed as she walked down the stairs and walked to the street. Looking around she just decided she'd start walking anywhere. It didn't really matter where she had to go, it wasn't like any beside Sasuke would notice her missing. After all she wasn't attached to anyone here.

Sighing she walked into an alley then leaned against the all as she bit her lip and looked up to the never ending blue skies of the Suna desert. She just wanted to go home, she wanted to be alone again, she wanted to so desperately stop hurting and to be at peace with her solitude again. Also, she hated herself for savoring those moments when she was close to Sasuke again. It was something she had craved since he had left but now that he was actually giving her attention (after she had decided to give up on him) she was hurting.

And no one seemed to notice or care.

Her breath hitched as she felt the tears burn her eyes again.

Sasuke looked down the ledge of the building of the alley where Sakura had walked in and he noticed her tears. Part of him wanted to leap down there and hold her but another, wiser, part of him realized there was nothing he could do for her and if she knew he knew she was crying then hemore than likely find himself being punched back home and Sakura intending to kill him after breaking every bone in his body.

Unlike the dobe he wasn't fool enough to mess with Sakura when she was like this.

He had long since learned his lesson in that regard, and he didn't care if that sounded foolish. Besides that he kind of liked his body in one piece, and functioning. Standing up he left her be, activating his Sharingan he kept an eye on her and was pleased at the lack of chakras around her. So long as Sakura was safe he didn't care about the rest of the mission. Once he had her safely returned and tucked away back home he would leave her again to continue his travels or he'd stay until he was certain Sakura was back to being Sakura. he didn't think it would be a good idea to pursue her when she was obviously hurting.

Still, he wanted her, and not just because he liked her body. Though that was a bonus.

Sasuke could honestly say the only woman to ever interest him had always had pink hair, an honest set of emerald eyes, and a brain. And once she had out grown her fangirl stage he had to admit he even dared to like her. But he kept this to himself because to share it was only inviting trouble and he had had enough trouble in his life to pray to never encounter trouble again. He had had enough, still, he wanted Sakura.

However, he didn't think it was a good idea. Besides, he really did not one of the few people whom he dared to consider a friend hate him. Again. And yes, that was a concern for him because after finally shedding himself of the awful, all consuming hatred which he had felt a few years ago he would never again wish hatred upon anyone. It hurt, it consumed you and it destroyed you and he knew it all too well.

And because he didn't desire her hatred on his head he had decided to leave her well enough alone. But it didn't stop the yearning he felt. That wasn't something he felt he'd lose, however his friendships were fragile and he would not ruin them by acting on what he had wanted. It had nearly destroyed his life when he had acted on impulses as a child; and it had gotten him tangled up with revenge and Orochimaru. Now that he was older he had desperately wished he had never been impulsive to leap into that hatred and pain. But now the he was older he was going to be more careful about his wants, for he wouldn't lose Sakura.

He couldn't afford to lose her.

Merry Christmas! 🎅

That's all for now folks!

Enjoy Only Tears! =)