I'm a fast updater. ...And I already have most of this story written. So no. I'm not actually writing each chapter in the three second interval before I update. Love me anyway?
And thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: Still applies from the last chapter, y'know, the only thing in bold on the page.
Sakura thinks she might've killed him.
But she's not sure. Maybe she really had been tired that day-- she had stayed up all night, after all, worrying about him and ignoring Ino's phone calls and trying to figure out how to tell Naruto, hoping a little that the blond would just find out on his own despite how much more that would hurt him.
Maybe she really had been emotionally shattered that day-- although god knows Sakura had thought she'd left those feelings behind long ago.
Really, it was her interns' fault. She hated cafeteria food, but when she ignores them they complain to Tsunade.
So maybe it was the Hokage's fault, for forcing her to have lunch with her interns. Because otherwise, she would not have been there when Sasuke arrived. She would not have even been told, most likely, that he arrived. And she would not, under any circumstances, have been called on to heal him.
But regardless of all this, there was a part of Sakura that thought maybe, just maybe, it was her own choice to shut her chakra down at just the wrong moment, leaving him under for barely a second too long, but long enough to ensure one thing. It was interesting, she remembered thinking, that his heart was a little warmer in death than in life.
On wednesday, Sakura was eating burnt chicken wings in ketchup that tasted like plastic.
On thursday, Sakura was a murderer.
Just so you know, I don't mind reviews for every chapter. (hint hint smileyface).