And it shall be the eighth day of the week, and I shall call it Wednesday.
Sakura woke up with a jolt Wednesday morning as a chilled hand came over her mouth.
"Stop screaming," a voice hissed at her, and Sakura froze.
Her eyes travelled up the toned arm holding her down, tracing the familiar tensed shoulders and at last meeting a pair of obsidian eyes.
"M'just a dream, Sakura," Naruto said tiredly from beside her. "Go back to sleep."
Sasuke's eyes stared into hers, cold and hard but very much alive as he drew his hand back, lying down once more.
"I dreamt I killed you," she said quietly when his gaze had left her.
She heard him scoff and turn to his side.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"He's immortal," Naruto's voice supplied, floating in the dark.
On Wednesday, Sakura was happy.
*fin*