Title: letting go of the past
Summary: Sakura tells Sasuke to let go of revenge.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Or TWD.
Prompt: That scene between Daryl and Beth in TWD 4x12.
Rating: T
Warning(s): Swearing.
Comments: Little scene inspired from TWD. Pretty short.

"You have to let it go, Sasuke-kun. You have to—"

"Shut up," he snarled, wringing his shoulder away from her grasp. "You know nothing. You know absolutely nothing." His head turned, and he looked at her right in the eye, glaring heatedly. "So don't you fucking dare tell me what to do."

Sakura took a step back, curling into herself, emerald green pools welling with tears. "I know enough," she whispered, tone hurt and so incredibly sad. "I know enough." When she saw his nostrils flare and his mouth opening to say something, she shook her head. "Sasuke-kun, you're torturing yourself every day over this and I can't… I can't bear to watch it. Even after he's gone, after the war is done you can't seem to stop—" She rasped in a shuddering breath, trembling as she fought not to break down. "Please, you just need to just—"

"You don't get it!" Sasuke yelled, whipping around to face her head on. "You don't fucking get it! Itachi he—he sacrificed everything for me. For this goddamn village. He was supposed to kill me. But he couldn't because he loved me too damn much." He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes tight and turning his back to her again. "And he was so ashamed of what he did, he wanted someone else to punish him—he wanted me to punish him for the pain he caused me and—he wanted me back here but I can't… I can't forgive them for it! For everything they've done to the clan, to Itachi… to me!"

At the sound of a sob tearing out of Sakura's throat, Sasuke ground his teeth hard. She didn't have the right to tell him to let it go. Not when he still has so much to do. Not when his brother was to go down in history forever as a terrible, cold-blooded murderer. Angry tears blurred his gaze. Sakura had no fucking right.

"You don't see it, Sasuke-kun," she whimpered behind him. "You don't see what this does to you." There was a choked sob, one that seemed held back. "You're killing yourself over this. You just keep giving yourself more pain and I can't watch this happen to you. I can't."

There was a tentative touch to his arm, but Sasuke slapped it away.

"Then don't watch," he snapped, voice wavering a bit. "Stay out of my way."

He took a few quick, furious steps forward before a hand snatched and grasped his wrist.

"Don't do this to me, Sasuke-kun," Sakura pleaded, holding on tight. "Please. Don't—don't shut me out."

His anger flared again, the pain in his chest raging stronger, and he tried to take his hand back again, unable to bear her having touch him right now. How dare she? How dare she persist in telling him to give up? To let go? How dare she after he'd explained himself in such painful detail?

Then he felt slim arms wrap themselves around his waist tightly, a trembling body pressing into his back until she was all but flushed against him.

"I love you," she whispered hoarsely, weeping quietly against him. "I love you so much, Sasuke-kun."

His heart clenched at the confession, mind wandering all too quickly to the night he first left her.

("I love so you much I can't even stand it! So please! Stay with me!")

"Please don't do this to yourself."

His head bowed, fists clenching and jaw wired tight as he felt his frustration seep away—only to be replaced by an all too intense agony that made him ache in the sweetest of ways.

"Just this once, Sasuke-kun, try to live for yourself. Not how you think Itachi wanted you to be," Sakura shakily whispered to him, muffling her whimpers against his shoulder blade. "Stop thinking about justice and revenge. Think about your happiness."

("Revenge won't make you happy…")

("No matter what you decide to do from now on… I will love you forever.")

Sagging against her, Sasuke finally gave up, shoulders shaking as tears fell freely from his eyes, soft, tiny breaths escaping him. "I thought…" He covered his face with his hand, trying to hide them from her. "I thought maybe I…" His voice cracked, making him sound as broken and vulnerable as he felt. His free hand sought her arms, and he squeezed. "…Maybe I could've done something."

Sakura only hugged him tighter.

No, I do not ship Beth and Daryl. (Carol and Daryl FTW mothafuckas.) I felt they were close, but I didn't see it as romantic. It was a touching scene. And like idk people hugging each other from the back like that always make me think of SasuSaku hehe.

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