Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the many characters in the Manga/Anime.
WARNING: This chapter is Sakura POV. It will show her in a different light; she's still a bitch, only you get to see why she acted as she did. Not that she's right, but she at least has a reason (think of it this way, if someone comes up to you and punches you, wouldn't you feel a tad bit better knowing they did that cause they dislike you for something you did/said instead of just doing that cause the felt like it?) anyways, this chapter is not for the die hard Sakura must die fans, i'm sorry but my muse beat the shit out of me and told me to write this anyways, so without further to do... THE STORY!
'Damnit. I really hurt him this time…' Sakura thought to herself, partly out of realization, partly guilt. "ARG! I should be dwelling on this!" she roared to the empty hospital room that had until recently held Naruto, now only holding the young kunoichi and the remains of what once was furniture. Gripping her throbbing head and sinking to the ground, she slowly muttered to her self, "he promised, he promised…" The tickle of tears streaked down her cheeks, causing her to dig the nails she'd spend over an hour to fix up into the soft skin of her own legs, 'this is why Sasuke-kun didn't want me, I'm weak. I was nothing but a burden to everyone.'
' "BULL SHIT! It's all that Naruto's fault! He promised!" ' screamed the voice of Inner Sakura. Though putting all the blame on Naruto tempted her to no ends; she knew that it was a lie.
"DAMNIT!" she brought her fist to the wall and succeeded in sending a spider-web of cracks along the wall. 'First I vent my rage on Naruto, now a defenseless wall. What's next a sleeping baby?' a sick section of her mind asked, she shook her head violently to dislodge the thoughts.
"Sakura?" asked a quiet voice from the doorway.
'Ino' Sakura thought bitterly, the last thing she needed now was someone else trying to sedate her rage with empathy. "What do you want Ino-pig?" her words left a feeling of bile in the back of her throat.
"Sakura…" the blonde kunoichi spoke without the costumed big fore-head comment.
'Oh yea… she liked Sasuke-kun too' the pink haired ninja remembered when the saddened eyes of her former friend looked down on her. "What do you want?" her tone was more tired than angry this time.
"I… I just came to tell you that Choji and Neji are going to pull through. I mean, I thought you might want to know," it was obvious that she was avoiding something, even after all these years Sakura knew she could read the pony-tail wearing kunoichi.
Sakura nodded in acknowledgement, but offered no other sign of hearing. Ino scowled slightly at the off handedness that the pink haired-freak displayed, "I came here to see how Naruto was doing; seeing as he's not here you might be able to tell me."
"Fine" her voice was curt and closing in nature, signifying the end of her restraint.
Ino frowned at the girl, then walked back to the door. "Sakura… you aren't the only one that cares for him. We are all upset that he wouldn't come back. Don't think that you're the only one hurt," with that said the blonde girl left the room with a slight stomp, slamming the door on her way out.
Sakura grabbed the nearest piece of debris, a section of a metal bed frame, and hurled it at the door. The metal pierced the wood with a sickly slicing sound, scaring a passing nurse nearly to death. "Stupid bitch…" she murmured to the air, pulling herself into a ball with her arms around her knees. "You weren't there… You didn't see him when he left… How could you know how it feels?"
"The same way that Naruto did when he made that promise to you," Kakashi answered from his position in the open window. Sakura bit her lip to stop her rage from flaring at her sensei, but left her eyes to glare to her heart's content. Kakashi's showing eye fell on the rubble scatter across the floor and through the door, "Naruto try and peek on you or something?"
Sakura wanted to scream her fury, let loose a string of curses, or even blow her aggression at the gray haired shinobi that was her teacher the same as she had done to Naruto; Kakashi already knew what happened yet he wanted her to say it. "He lied to me."
"Naruto? Lie? Never; you must have mistaken him for someone else," the showing eye curved upward, mocking Sakura to no ends. In less than a second's time the grey haired jonin managed to shift from his carefree happy-go-lucky attitude to the deadly serious tone, "Sakura, I doubt that you understand the depth of you actions today."
The words struck deep into her chest, leaving a pressure that nearly made her gag. 'Damnit… what is this?' she gripped at the pain, but no matter how hard she held the ache she could not disperse it. "What did you do to me?" her eyes locked with her sensei.
With the best possible look of confusion a single eye could give Kakashi asked, "What do you mean? I haven't done anything as of yet."
The sharp edges of Sakura's nails began the journey though the many intertwined layers of cloth in her shirt as she dug deeper at the pain, "You know exactly what you did Kakashi-sensei! What stupid jutsu did you use on me?" Sakura's free hand extended a finger pointed at the jonin's hidden nose.
Behind the blue mask Kakashi smiled, "That's no jutsu-"
"Then what the fuck is it?!" interrupted Sakura.
"Heh… for someone so smart you really are stupid," Kakashi's words held no sympathy or humor in them. "You are young; you'll find out sooner or later. You might even find out what true love is. Though the chances of that have dropped already…"
"I know what love is! Sasuke-kun is the only one in my heart! I don't care about Naruto!"
"Who ever mentioned Naruto?"
Sakura froze at her blunder; she'd lost any control she had over the conversation now. Kakashi had taken the wheel, and he was headed for bumpy ground. "It was obvious to what you were implying…" her voice no longer held the sure footing it once had.
Kakashi's eye rolled up as if into a mocking smirk, Sakura had to turn her eyes to the floor to keep from screaming ever insult she could think of at the stupid jonin, "Assumptions can sometimes be very different from what is true you know?" He paused. "You know you don't have to take this so personally…" Sakura's eyes shot back to her sensei; only to find him looking out the window with a lost look, "it isn't like he betrayed you personally, Orochimaru promised him power, and to him that's what matter first. After he killed his brother he could work at restarting his cl-" the rest of his sentence was cut of by the sharp sound of Sakura bringing her hand across his masked face.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?!" To say Kakashi was taken back would be an understatement, not at the fact that she hit him, but that she actually could hit him. "You might have lost everyone you care about, but you didn't have them leave you! They died; they didn't have a choice! SASUKE DID! He did…" Sakura's brief sign of strength collapsed around her, bringing her to her knees. "He did… he chose to leave. He chose to leave me behind…" her words were broken slightly by a sob or two.
Kakashi took this all in as Sakura continued to deteriorate further into a crying mess on the floor. Crouching down to her level he placed a comforting hand on her trembling shoulder, "I know it must feel like that, but he left everyone, you, Naruto… me."
"You don't understand!" the kunoichi shrieked, "I didn't just try to convince him to stay…" Kakashi visibly stiffened at the girl's words, his attention switched from comforting her to paying attention to every detail she said. "I… I. I just wanted to be with him. I didn't want him to leave me. I didn't want to be without him…" her words slipped into a long stream of incoherent words. But it wasn't like Kakashi needed to hear them to know what had happened; she'd offered to go with him. She would have chosen him over the village if it weren't for his stubborn nature. Now he was gone, and she was here in the village that she tried to leave.
"So that's why you're so bitchy… I just thought it was that time of the month," the jonin smirked as he effortlessly dodged an incoming projectile of debris. "So how exactly did doing this," he motions to the rubble amongst the room, "to Naruto play into all this?"
"His face…" she managed to spew out between wheezes.
"Something tells me there's more."
"They had the same face… for only a second," Sakura's sobs had ceased to a silent stream of tears. A confused face stared at the girl, giving a stare telling her to explain, "Naruto… he looked like Sasuke for a second. He had the same face that Sasuke had before he left. He was him…" Again Kakashi allowed his eye to edge her on, "When I saw him, Naruto, after he got back; he had that same face, the same expression Sasuke-kun had when he…"
"You were afraid?" the pink haired ninja nodded her head. "What might I ask, could scare you into doing… this?" The dulled pained in her chest erupted once more, spreading through her veins like liquid ice, and the pressure continued to build until it felt like it would pop. She let her legs slip to the side and position themselves into a formal fashion beneath her body, then allowed her hand to resume digging into the pain, as if bring external discomfort could remedy the situation. "Sakura?" Kakashi asks.
"When he came back, I knew Sasuke-kun had gotten away. I knew that Sasuke left, and it hurt. It hurt so bad… I couldn't breathe. And there was Naruto, giving me the same look… I know he and I aren't very close. But I swore that I could read him; he was going to leave as well, and I was afraid. Afraid of being left behind, afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being hurt. Even if he was just the idiot on our team, he was part of it, and I didn't want to be hurt anymore…"
Kakashi's face seemed to be stuck between sick and depressed, he rose to his full height with a dishearten sigh. "So you did this to keep everyone far enough away that it wouldn't hurt?" the girl in question made no motion to acknowledge that she heard other than renew her vigorous attempts at clutching the pain in her chest. The jonin couldn't form the words to express his disgust; he turned to the window and disappeared without a single word.
"He promised…. He promised…" muttered the pink haired genin as she felt the heaving sobs start to return.
A/N: please tell me how you liked it. I don't think i'm going to continue, but as you saw last time; what i plan and what i do are two different things. But yes, please review, even if it's just a 'yea i liked it.' or 'eh, it was ok'. if you feel the need to flame, add some constructive critisism (not that any of you lovely readers would flame anyone, but just incase). I actually like constructive critisism.
Special A/N: (incase anyone cares) if you didn't know this story was written mostly how i felt on my love life; and this saturday i found my Hinata - so yes, i'm thinking of writing another chapter just for the two love birds (or maybe Naru forgives/ w/e Sakura. I donno, i'll see more if I like how it goes when/if i start writing it)