Authoress' Note: I won't quit. I told myself I wouldn't, and I won't.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
One Hundred Moments
Chapter 021: Illusion
It doesn't seem that he hates her yet, so she hesitates.
Behind her, her village is quickly becoming ash, vaporizing into thin air. Everything she has known, everything she has come to love and cherish; all of it is now but a bittersweet waft. Bittersweet indeed, because she it not yet one with the atmosphere—she is still alive.
She is very much alive. She can stand before him, looking into deep red mingling with black, consoled only with the fact that he has left her breathing.
(She knows, and yet she doesn't know, that her perception is only an illusion.)
So when he—this murderer! A cold blooded murderer, that's all he is—swiftly leaps forward in her direction, he can't possibly have the intent to kill her. Why would he leave her, only to slay her in the very end?
"I wanted to see you suffer," he answers her question, but she doesn't believe him. He's lying, he says it because he only wants to see her suffer further–
No! It doesn't even make sense! He left her alive for a reason, because he doesn't hate her. He doesn't hate her yet.
But by the look in his eyes, by the hunger for blood in his expression, the sane part of Sakura's being—the part that is no longer making excuses for one homicidal Uchiha Sasuke—tells her that he will kill her if she chooses not to defend herself.
Her other part—the part of her being that knows Sasuke is a tortured soul, seeking nothing but solace—tells her to give him a chance, that no harm will come of her if she does.
She listens.
(But he's always hated you! You know he has!)
So by the time he is within striking distance, Katana in hand…
…she hesitates, and he kills her.
Authoress Note: This one… It was inspired by one of Wicked Enough's stories in Wicked Little Pieces. As you can see, it has strong influences.
And hopefully the illusion isn't as vague as I think it is…? :D