Tears… all around her face—again. She had promised herself that she would never cry for him again. Yet, here she was, her pale face glistening with a waterfall of tears. All these years—wasted! All these years for nothing. All these years of training, of learning, of beating herself up because she couldn't do things… all only to break down at his feet. A beaten laugh passed through her lips. Four years of training out the window, for this Uchiha. The one that had a sword's tip pressed to her spine. The only thing that kept it from being thrust through her was his mercy. She could tell he was feeling merciful.
Blood trailed down the bridge of her nose, falling to the floor when it reached the tip. The wound was on her forehead, a wound that if she weren't going to die in seconds, she would've healed instantly. Only minor chakra was needed. But, why? Why heal it when she's need all the charka she could get to live to make it to Naruto and Sai?
Her arms shaked under her body weight, her rosy hair fell around her in a stream of sweaty locks. The only things in her line of sight were his sandaled feet. "Years, Uchiha, years…," she said. She wanted her last words to be mysterious, she wanted to make him sorry for killing her, even if it was with three simple words.
"Tch," he grumbled, knowing she was trying to stall her own death. A death he was sure he could make, yet hadn't the willpower to. He gave to the bait, playing her game, and trying to will his kantana through her. "Years of what?" he asked, seemingly uninterested. Underneath the thick façade, he wanted to be twelve again, he wanted to be killing people for the good, not for the bad he knew he had become, he wanted to have this ex-fan-girl he was trying to kill kiss his cheek like she used to, he wanted to have this girl clinging to his arm instead of at his feet, taking her last breaths.
She bubbled out a giggle. "Years of training. Years of promises. Years of broken hearts. Years of hope." She coughed, red body fluids spilled over her mouth, falling at his feet. "Years of fights. Year after year of loving you. And guess what. You, Uchiha Sasuke, do not disserve it!"
He pulled away slightly at the sound of the four words he never thought he would hear. The words he never thought he would hear from Haruno Sakura.
"Yes, Uchiha! You heard me!" she screamed louder, feeling the blade pull back from her nervous system. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she yelled at her soon-to-be killer. Her lush pink lips moved, forming the words she thought would be her last. "But I don't care. I know you don't deserve it. I love you, nonetheless." Sakura though the blade would go through her, right there and then, but instead it pulled away from her all together; it fell next to her with a clank. She didn't have the time to take in the bloody silver blade, for she had been pulled up by the very hands trying to kill her minutes ago.
"I'm sorry," Sasuke said, pulling her close and kissing her blooded forehead. "I truly am…" His arms wrapped around Sakura's sweat-drenched waist.
Sakura smiled faintly through blood-flushed lips. Her arms snaked around his thick, bloody neck, kissing his cheek like old times. "I knew you aren't evil…. I love you…."
"I know, I know…."