Takes place during Shippuden 142
How do you quantify heartbreak? How do you look at rubble and imagine the structure that was once there? Can you rebuild?
Sakura stood in the rubble, knowing that Sasuke had stood there and she had been too late. She put her hand against a standing wall, glancing down at the rain that must have washed Itachi's blood away. Was she imagining it, or was the wall still warm from him leaning against it as the battle concluded? She was imagining it.
To her, everything looked greyscale, especially in this rain. The concrete, the sky, the shinobi, the chakra. It all looked the same. As they spread out to look for him, she dared to breathe his name; to clutch her heart. She was alone, after all. She knew she would return empty-handed, so to speak, as would all her comrades. And so she did.
She looked at the ruins of the Uchiha fortress. She hears Kakashi's voice, then Naruto's. She doesn't need to listen to know what they've said.