Theme: Passing Through

Word Count: 428

Progress: 3/50

Summary: Sakura's crying, Sasuke thinks, for no reason at all. SasuNaru. Angst. Hardly romance. Written in a bad mood. Yawr.

Disclaimer: I wished upon a shooting star Kishimoto Masashi would die and I would somehow be a lost WWII relative of her's who shall get ownership of Naruto (And thus make every SasuNaru fan happy). This, says the Chinese Maki, has yet to happen.

The sun was setting. Or rising. Or whatever. You didn't care, honestly, why would you? You'd like to think you care. You look over to the hospital. You want to go there. See if Naruto's alright. Sakura gives you a pitying gaze. She's crying. You could see the tears.

"Sa-Sasuke-k-kun..."

You think of how whiny her voice is, and how stupid Lee was for putting his arm around his wife, because suddenly Sakura wasn't just crying anymore, she's wailing.

Oh, for God's sakes, you think. She dragged you all over here, her or some other person, most likely a woman, because only woman cares about these things. The coffin was going down the isle, but no priest stands at the end. The man was an Athiest. And orphan. No one to teach him how to believe in God. How befitting, you think, as you roll your eyes a little, for this job, where you are breaking every sin everyday. The choir is singing, some damn idiot chose the music. You honestly don't know why you are here...

You want to go see Naruto. He'll want his revenge, because he hates you. You betrayed him, but you don't care. See his face. It'll all be better. Everything. Sakura's still crying. Ino's sniffling like an idiot. Shikamaru doesn't look happy either. Who's so important anyways? The name on the tombstone is blurry. You can't see it. Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey, you bastard."

It's him. You raise your eyebrows. He's not in the hospital. You wonder why. You realize you really don't care. He's here. He doesn't seem to hate you. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe he won't want his revenge anymore.

"Little brother, revenge is a intresting thing. He fulfils your heart naught but instead blinds you in it's rampage and drains your life without your knowledge until you have no bonds, until you are forgotten."

Just like the bastard to be so damn wise when he's killed.

"I forgive you, Sasuke." He holds out his hand. A wonderous smile appears on your face. He holds out his hand, and you want to take it, kiss him.

You hold out your hand...

"I'll never forgive you for what you did to Sakura-chan when you went away, bastard! I'll get my revenge! I will!"

And it passes through his. And he's laughing. And he's laughing. And he's laughing.

Because revenge's bitterness never touches the dead.

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If you don't get it, it's Naruto's funeral, and Sasuke is in denial.