Sakura sent chakra to her fist as she smashed the dead sand-nin while she twisted to avoid his kunai. He was blasted into the air and promptly wrapped in Aki's cloth-bind technique. Sakura barely nodded the Sand girl as she launched into the air again to get to her next destination.
Lee, Sai, some guy from the Cloud, and another kunoichi from the Stone were already in position. Kakashi gave the signal to her, and she stomped a chakra-filled foot to the ground, opening a huge fissure. Sai and the others quickly sent their targets into the pit, and the Stone Kunoichi sealed them in with her earth-style technique.
Sakura quickly retreated to the back where the other medics were tending to the wounded. Sakura nodded her head to the leader, a kunoichi from the Mist. She motioned for Sakura to attend to the group of heavily wounded. Sakura rushed to their sides, healing chakra already flowing. She knit flesh together as quickly as she could, earning the respect of her doubters.
"Medics! We need medics! On the west front," a messenger ran up to the group panting, "the rest of the old Akatsuki just showed up!" He stopped to catch his breath, a young genin more than likely. Yuina, the Mist nin in charge, motioned to Sakura and two other med-nin to return with the messenger. There were no other medics to spare.
They raced along the back of the Alliance lines to reach the newly formed western front. The wounded were haphazardly thrown behind the fighting, and the only medic there was wounded himself. Sakura immediately started sorting the wounded, barking orders to the other medics. As soon as the critically wounded were separated, Sakura was once again healing.
The sound of a thousand birds called out to her from the midst of the battle. It rose above the groans of the wounded, the battle cries of those fighting, and percussion of jutsu and explosives. Kakashi was no longer in her division. He should be far from this location.
Sakura snapped her head up to see the person her heart stubbornly remained given to. His bluish black hair was just visible through the fray.
Her traitor heart began pounding in her chest, and it took all her super strength to keep herself from launching to his side. She bit her lip until it bled but refused to abandon her patients. Sakura tracked his progress throughout the battle, keeping tabs on who he was fighting as well.
She had failed to kill him once, but perhaps now she would have to try again.
Sakura couldn't find the words to describe the relief she felt when she saw him taking on the undead alongside the shinobi army. She pumped chakra with the more vigor, Sasuke's conversion raising her spirits and speeding her already fast healing.
Suddenly her heart wanted to stop beating because there was Itachi. An undead Itachi being staring down by Sasuke. She had heard the story from Sasuke, and true or not, Sasuke believed it. She couldn't imagine how he must be feeling facing his brother again in battle after all that.
Biting her lip again, she strained to watch him intently and care for her patients at the same time.
Sakura automatically pumped chakra to her feet the moment she saw Sasuke go down on the other side of the battlefield, a scream tearing from her lips, "Sasuke!"
Sakura ran headlong into the bedlam, not caring for her own safety. Ironically, he had lost to the undead Itachi. The brothers' roles as victor and victim were now reversed. She might have laughed at the poetic justice had she been cynical enough and not in battle.
Arriving quickly to his side, she sent green chakra to her hands and through them into him. He was almost unconscious, and the blood was already pooling around him. She grimaced as she found his internal injuries but bit her lip to keep from crying. She had to keep it together.
"Sakura," he called out weakly, his eyes already glazing, like they had on the bridge during their first A-rank mission. She ignored him as she poured more chakra into his dying body. "Sakura," he called again in his raspy voice, swallowing painfully the puddle of blood that was threatening to choke him, "Give up."
Sakura jerked her head up to look in his eyes, her surprise overriding the determination from earlier. "I'm going to die," he paused to wheeze, "stop wasting chakra."
She met his eyes to glare at him before he could finish, and defiantly continued to heal him. "Sorry Sasuke, I didn't get you back just to lose you again. Besides, I'm a full-fledged medical ninja so I'm obligated to heal you, and I can decide if I'm wasting my chakra or not."
Sasuke couldn't muster enough strength to argue with her anymore, but he tried shoving her away from him with the last of his strength. But she didn't take the hint, and stubbornly stayed at her self-designated post, draining her chakra on a corpse. He glared at her weakly, his eyesight growing dark, and her face blurred.
The last thing Sasuke remembered was the sound of Sakura's voice yelling at him to not close his eyes. He tried smirking, her annoying determination sort of funny, in a morbid sense.
Her voice is rather melodic, he decided, maybe I should tell her.
Sasuke allowed himself to think of his pink-haired ex-teammate. If he was going to die, he'd like to slip away thinking of something pleasant. She was prettier and more grown-up, despite being covered in blood and dirt from war, than he remembered from their last encounter. It hadn't that long ago actually. When she was trying to kill me, oh the irony, he tried to laugh one last time, but sadly found he couldn't.
Nah, I shouldn't. She doesn't need any more to grieve over. I should just leave her in the dark, no pun intended. He smirked to himself, his own private little joke in the face of death.