Eyes: Emerald

Rating: PG-13

Author's Notes: I am back with more tragedy and angst to share with you! If you are still willing to read this, it's either you bring with yourself a tissue to wipe those tears or a big box of rotten tomatoes to throw at me. DO NOT FLAME or even blame me for what you will be reading, you chose this yourself and I have no plans of being responsible for your choices. Thank You!

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Perhaps at that time Uchiha's neck was marked with black bruises. Haruno's calloused hands, hands that went through severe ninja training. Hands that throughout these years yearned to hold unto Sasuke; these hands were now slowing killing the man she believed to have loved with all her heart.

Ah, the irony. It would've been funny if somebody wasn't dying.

Choked cries came out from Sasuke's lips. His mind didn't care whether or not Sakura was planning to kill him; it was his body that refused to die.

An automatic response at the verge of death…his body would remain to struggle even if he didn't want it to.

His eyes met hers again and he saw the many years of anger and pain that dwelled within Haruno's soul. It was so strong he felt himself shiver at the sight. Her large emerald eyes were filled with darkness that begged to consume his soul.

"You were always looking at somebody else."

The grip began to loosen, and Sasuke could breathe just a little bit more by each passing second, his breathing regaining regular momentum within a minute or so. He rolled to his side, choking a bit, not minding that the girl who was strangling him was still on top of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He winced, preferring to look away. Looking at someone else? Perhaps it was because he was always looking at the sun? But his sun would be utterly different—

Uzumaki was his sun.

He lies back again to see Sakura struggling to keep the tears from falling again.

"Did you love him?"

"I needed the sun but I didn't love it. If you love the sun and try to get too close you'll get burned."

As usual, Sakura didn't understand him. After all these years she still couldn't understand. Being jealous of Naruto, maybe she looked at things differently.

Sasuke wanted Naruto as a friend, a constant companion, a brother…and perhaps her jealousy took it in a different light. But she felt that she had the right to be still jealous; because Uchiha didn't even want her in that way.

"Will you go with me? I need to rebuild my clan."

Sasuke's words were empty. No trace of emotion laced those words. There was only urgency and need.

And she found herself hating him again.

She clenched her fists and pounded them on his chest. The words that came out her mouth were simply full of hatred.

"Why can't you be mine? Mine! Sasuke-kun I loved you for so long yet who never loved me back! Thank You isn't enough! I'm not happy at all! I want you to be mine Sasuke! Mine! You have to love me, not just the simple need for reliving you clan! Love me!"

For the first time, she began to be so frank. She became honest with herself. She wanted to own Sasuke. She wanted to have him. Deep inside she felt the restraints that held her so long had freed her.

And Sasuke knew this too well but pretended not to. Because he was blinded by the sun and it's warmth that a simple cherry blossom tree couldn't compare. But he knew too, that the sun was something never meant for him and the cherry blossom tree would always be there.

It will always be there and wait for him.

And someday he will come back to that tree and seek shelter from rain.

He thought Sakura could still tolerate him if he returned. But seeing what was currently taking place, he made a mistake that he will never admit of.

And he sobbed, sobbing because of his mistake and the loss of someone who could've loved him so dearly.

And then—

A rain of daggers.

A rain of daggers fell on them and in an instant passing of time. Sakura's back was pieced with them. Sasuke saw her face and felt the blood rush to his head. The girls face contorted in pain, eyes wide open that never knew what happened.

So many things made Sakura. So many memories of him and Naruto made her what she was today. The many things, the many important things seemed to say goodbye as she fell into his arms, cold and lifeless.

The memories that made us human, was dying.

Wooden sandals made small noises as Kabuto walked to him. His glasses glinting in what he thinks is the moonlight.

"Sorry, she almost killed you didn't she?"

But Sasuke said nothing. In a final moment where Sakura could've told him what she felt, it was shattered by his own comrade.

Shattered by a rain of daggers.

He looked into those eyes and saw sadness rather than anger.

She died with her eyes open, her eyes that signified that she died a lonely woman, a woman who always waited for him, although he might never return.

She didn't die in peace. She died devoured by sadness and hate.

And he was to blame.

Sasuke's body quivered as Kabuto placed a hand on his shoulder as if coaxing him to leave.

And he spoke to the spectacled man…

"You should've at least let me kill her."

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Author's Notes: I know, it's very depressing. I beg of you not to hate me for this. I know there were little hints of SasuNaru, but I just can't think of anyone Sakura should be any more jealous of. Anyway, there will be an alternate ending, something that maybe you guys will like much more than this evil chapter/ending. Reviews and Constructive Criticism is highly appreciated! Thank You!