DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
A/N: I guess I'm back to angst... this isn't much.. i just needed to write something before i get back to what i'm supposed to be doing. anyway, please read and review. thanks.
TEARS
She was crying again.
"Stop Crying, Sakura"
No, don't stop. Don't ever stop.
He deliberately tried to sound annoyed, if only to sprinkle some salt on her wounds. But he wasn't annoyed, he was amused.
He tried to sound as if he didn't care one bit, so that she would wallow in even more self pity. But he did care, he didn't want her to stop.
So of course, hearing his tone, Sakura didn't stop crying. She wouldn't… she couldn't.
He didn't know if he was just really sadistic or what. Maybe this was the side effect of all the mind-fucking he had received from his brother. Or maybe it was the repercussion of all that had happened in his life -- from the massacre to his betrayal to his final confrontation with Itachi. He really didn't know. But it seemed that he just couldn't help but be slightly comforted, hell, even happy at the sight of her tears.
Perhaps it was because her crying meant that she still "felt" for him. Hell, he'd rue the day she stopped. But for now, he'd relish her tears, drinking in her misery… her sorrow.