Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, do you think I'd be putting it up here? No. I'd publishing the damned thing!
-The Day She Died-
The day she died, I wasn't there. I was out getting married. I didn't even know she was dead until the day before the memorial. Hinata was so shocked-she'd been close friends with her.
At first I was angry. Why did He take her life? Then my anger turned into grief. I was invited to her wedding. Now I wouldn't be able to see her. Nor would I ever again.
The day of the memorial was one of the worst days of my life. That day, I saw something I thought I'd never see-a crying Sasuke. Not the loud, bawling tears, but not the soft sniffles, either. Silent tears. That's what they were. So that bastard does have a heart, I thought. Then the pastor started talking.
That's when the waterworks started. So many things he said were true! She was dedicated to her team. She was loyal to her friends, and she was faithful to her fiancé.
I looked to the front of the church, at the altar, which had a blue, see-through vase that held the remains of her on it. On the left side of the vase was her hitai-ate. On the other side was a picture with an inscription underneath it. Just looking at her beautiful face made me want to cry again.
I held my head in my hands, trying my best not to cry. Hinata's hand on my back told me it was okay to cry. I took a deep calming breath, and read the inscription:
In Loving Memory of Uchiha Sakura
After I read this, I turned to Sasuke, the new emotional Sasuke, and said, "She always wanted to be and die as an Uchiha. I guess she got her wish, in a weird sort of way, ne?"
He managed a weak smile and a soft "thanks" before his flood started anew.
