He was back. He was back and she just couldn't seem to make herself care. Sure for a second the twelve year old had resurfaced and for one glorious moment all was good. He was back, the sun was shining, and he was back. Like in her twelve year old fantasies he would sweep her off her feet onto a magnificent stallion and then they would ride off into the sunset and everything would be perfect.
This fantasy lasted a whole two seconds before he looked her right in the eye as he lay on the hospital bed bandages covering his lean frame and said something that shattered what small amount of feelings she still had for the dark avenger, "Still weak I see."
Her insides froze, her eyes widened marginally then turned into slits, the clipboard that had monitored his progress was then little more then splinters on the floor and in her hands; all in all she was not happy. Taking a deep shuddering breathe she forced the words out clipped and cold barely able to be considered civil but she didn't care, "I see you've woken up Uchiha-san."
That was the end of that conversation as she focused on checking the progress on his recovery much rougher then she would be on anyone else but then this wasn't everyone else so she didn't feel bad for giving him special treatment.
"Aren't you going to welcome me back, Sakura?" Sasuke asked tinted with sarcasm and maybe something more.
Standing up rigidly as memories of begging him to stay, humiliating herself for him, waking up on a cold stone bench courtesy of him, of crying almost constantly for the next week and for months afterwards every night all in his name flashed past her eyes and she was proud that she didn't kill the cocky bastard right then.
"The Sasuke that I knew and loved died the night he left, he would never have become what he despised just to kill Itachi, I mourned for the loss of Sasuke and if you were him, well… then I would have welcomed you home. Goodbye Uchiha-san." Maybe the twelve year old wasn't quite gone yet as a single tear managed to pierce through the twenty three year olds iron clad defenses and trickle pointlessly down her cheek to splatter on the ground moments later as Sakura swiped the bothersome reminder of her 'weakness' away leaving thin scratches on her face from the clipboard splinters that had imbedded themselves in her hand.
Turning on her heel eager to be away from the painful reminder of the past she didn't notice his very soul cringe at the verbal assault. But then again, she couldn't bring herself to care either way.
Random blurb that I found in my foulder and decided to share with the rest of you. Hope it's not to terrible. Review please. -Cloey Marie-