Summary: He wasn't the best weapons users among the Konoha Nin but he knew how to use them all with a certain amount of skill. He didn't care if he wasn't the greatest. He just cared to be able to use them to protect the ones he loved. Told from his perspective.

Pairings: Implied Sasuke/Sakura

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, at all. All the characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei.

As Time Passes
Ten Weapons, Ten Reasons

Kunai.

There were so many in my holster and there was one that lay fallen beside her. She had so many cuts and bruises on her face that I could see red. Whoever had done that to her would pay dearly with his or her life. That wouldn't even be enough for the sin he had just caused. She was a delicate flower after all, my delicate flower even if I'd deny it a million times over.

No one would live after doing that to her. I'd make sure of that. If I had to stain my hands before I killed my bastard of a brother, I would. It was for her sake that I was going to do that, after all.

Shuriken.

My brother was best at using shuriken, no doubt about that. I have honed my skills to try and best him at it and I don't know if I had. She had such a high level of concentration that her accuracy was high. I had to bend my pride and ask her for help when the torn muscles of my right arm were recovering. I didn't want her to worry again like that.

She had cried her eyes out when I had arrived back, after a mission, horrified at my physical state. I wasn't one for vanities so I didn't really care that I looked like I rose from the grave. She did, however, especially for my safety.

Fuuma Shuriken.

I remember during our first C-Rank mission as a Genin Team. Kakashi was caught in a Suiton Jutsu, she was protecting our charge and our current course of action was to free the Jounin. I needed to use the Fuuma Shuriken for this one.

I recall her watching in awe as I used the heavy weapon with ease, possible her first time to see such a weapon. It was a family weapon, after all, so I wasn't surprised that she was dumbfounded at its size.

Senbon.

I didn't like using them, their fatality rate so low. She insisted for me to bring them just in case. No one would suspect the thin needles to be such deadly weapons. They had saved my life countless of times, when I had nothing on me but the senbon in my pockets.

I'd never tell her that she was right, though. My pride was forged in such a way that I couldn't bend it twice to the same person. It was hard enough to do so the first time.

Sai.

They were creative weapons, really, a three-pronged weapon where only the middle one was really useful, ingenious. I remember the first time I saw a pair of Sai and I was captivated by their simplicity yet intricate design and usage.

I had killed for the first time using a pair of Sai. I could see red again because her assailants were about to rape her. Though an honorable kunoichi herself, she was far too weak and drained from an earlier fight to be able to fight off around five or so men.

Nunchaku.

They were weapons with style that usually dealt indirect but critical blows, as I liked to call them. I could imagine the Green Beast that she was friends with use them but I preferred it when I used them. They were at optimum efficiency within my hands or the hands of the Green Beast's female teammate.

I remember blowing critical wounds to the back of skulls of a ninja that had decided to paralyze her then kill her slowly. They didn't know that I would be lingering nearby, of course.

Katana.

When I had joined the ANBU, they gave me a katana, customary for all ANBU Nin. I had to learn how to be proficient with it in a short amount of time and I was a pretty quick learner. She loved to simply sit nearby and watch my practice with it.

When she had gone with the platoon I belonged to as a Medical Specialist, the first time I had used the katana was to slice the body of the enemy Nin clean, to make sure she was alright. When the battle was over, she had gone to do her duties but she insisted on spending the longest time with me.

Scythe.

A scythe, not a common shinobi weapon but I had learned to use it anyway. It was better to be proficient with a good number of weapons than to be caught red-handed without learning how to improvise with what was around. Improvising a weapon meant that I wouldn't always have a katana or a shuriken around. I would have to be resourceful and crafty.

She jokingly said I was like the grim reaper whenever I was using the scythe, that all I was missing was an inky black hooded cloak and to be a walking skeleton. I snorted in annoyance as I sliced the head clean off the body of a Missing Nin that we had just defeated. Dropping my weapon, I burned his body into ashes. I occasionally did the work of a Hunter Nin, if I was tasked a mission that involved a Missing Nin.

Bo Staff.

A weapon that had an even less fatality rate than a senbon, seeing as you needed to literally beat the hell out of someone before inflicting enough wounds to put him into a critical condition. Despite that, it was still one of my favorite weapons to use. She had taught me how to use a Bo Staff.

It was the first time I had seen it in the hands of any Nin, shinobi or kunoichi. I was amazed by the gracefulness of the moves one could use with the Bo Staff and surprisingly, my pride was easily bent that I could ask her to teach it to me. She said yes with a wide smile on her face, a smile I liked to think that was reserved for me.

Bow and arrow.

This was another weapon that I really liked to use. Putting more tension on the string and pulling it as far back as possible meant it would travel faster and would pierce its target more quickly. It allowed for swift and efficient killing and was a silent weapon, the twang of the bow being rather soft and the victim having no time to scream.

Though I wielded it against others, it seems that she wielded it against me. I obviously didn't die but when she had used it against me, I had done something I never thought I would be able to do after my Clan's death. I loved once more and I loved her.

Ten weapons in all.

I was proficient in ten different weapons, not the best one but one of. I would use them all to the best of my abilities if I could protect her with it and I most definitely would.

Was it her pink hair? Her endless jade green depths? Her angelic laughter and voice? I didn't know. I just knew as the last member of my slaughtered Clan, the only legitimate holder of the Sharingan here in Konoha, I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone other than her by my side.

--- Owari ---

Another Sasuke/Sakura but it's different because it's written from the perspective of Sasuke. I hope that you liked it.

Themes are implied because of the end. I wonder if there are any more in between the paragraphs.

In any case, these stories aren't going to be long, since they're the type devoid of any major storyline. If these one-shots inspire you to write any more, by all means go ahead.