Chapter Thirteen
It feels like an eternity passes, and with each time, it hurts more and more. I try to hold out, yet my will is deteriorating. Sasuke again approaches, it seems like for the millionth time and I look at him unwillingly. He again edges toward me, that same garish smile on his face, his hands still sitting in his pockets, he come slowly over, to my left side as always, then is different seeming. He leans his head to the left a bit, like a confused puppy, the takes one of my hands in his. The tears that couldn't come roared in my mind and I tried to escape, he wouldn't- would he?!
As he takes the kunai out of nowhere again, I realize that he would.
Sasuke sets the kunai in my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine so that my hand is closed tightly on the kunai. He smiles his little smile and then lifts my hand slowly up, his still wrapped around it. I try to fight back- this can't be happening. My heart races and he tightens his grip on my hand. Slowly, he brings the kunai down into his chest. On my hand, I feel the warm, sickening feeling of his blood flowing down, dripping off of my arm.
My heart rushes and I find myself having no mental strength left. I begin to give up hope. I just killed Sasuke with my own hands. He releases my arm and it lands in my lap, his blood now on my clothing. His smile is now weak, but it's till there, and his eyes are still on me. My tears try and try to burst from my eyes, but they can't, I feel like I am about to explode. My head spins and I question my sanity.
"Sakura!" I hear. Looking up, I realize that I am back in the room with Itachi and Sasori. I collapse onto the ground and the tears finally stream down my face, hot and painful. The tears remind me of Sasukes blood and I feel my stomach lurch with disgust. I try not to think about it, I have to forget, I'm fine now and that's all that matters. Itachi rushes to my side, kneeling down beside me; he sets his hand on my back. If I wasn't in so much pain at the moment, I would have enjoyed the contact.
"If you care so much, why would you use tsukuyomi on her?" Sasori asks, his voice riddled with either anger or he's amused. Itachi did this to me? I turn to him, my eyes wide in confusion, disbelief, and pain, why would he do this to me? He looks away from my face- so it's true? He reaches out to hold my arm, but I back away- why? Itachi looks to me, then down to the ground. My tears don't stop and I try to wipe them aside and off of my face.
Itachi changes his gaze to Sasori, a fire of hatred burning in his eyes even stronger than before. He doesn't say a word, but in stead looks to the door, as if commanding Sasori to leave. Why he doesn't just attack him is beyond me. Sasori pays no mind to this and walks over to me, putting his hand under my chin and lifting my face. I stare into his eyes, those deep mysterious dull eyes and feel lost. Itachi appears over his shoulder, worry mixed in with his usual facial features. I look away, saddened, and Sasori picks me up once more.
"She doesn't need to be in this room anymore, I'll relocate her to a more suitable place to check her health," Sasori says, lifting me completely off of the floor. Feeling sick, I can't help but lean against him. Itachis eyes narrowed at Sasori.
"No," Itachi said, his voice dry and enraged, he steps in front of the door, keeping Sasori from exiting. "I know what you're doing, and I won't let you do it to her," Itachi says, his eyes frozen on Sasori. I could hear his breath going in and out fiercely, what was Sasori going to do?
"It doesn't matter what you want, Itachi," Sasori says. Somehow we slip around Itachi and Sasori continues to carry me, not running, out of the building. Itachi didn't follow. I look back to him, seeing that his head was lowered. What just happened?