Go Home, Sasuke

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

WARNING: Okay, A) I did tell you all this fic would have dark themes and sexual references. What I didn't explain was that there was a bit of other pairings, just hints, nothing special. This is a Sasusaku-centric fic. A bit morbid at first, but things will be changing in the next couple of chapters. Don't like it? Suck my dick, I didn't ask you to read it.

Chapter Four; Curse of Zanbato

Ame apartment complex, 4:19 AM.

Rain pelted her ferociously, her breathing more ragged than she could ever remember it being, it was like every breath burned in her chest, the lump in her throat would not go away, her heart was hitting her rib cadge like it was trying to break through her ribs, tears burned her eyes.

Every step shook through her entire body, wracking more pain through her broken and bloody form. Her clothing nearly burnt to shreds from the explosion, she didn't mean to pack so much C4 into the scroll, she must have overshot it. I hope everyone's alright… She thought, her shoulder-length pastel locks swirling around her like a halo. Her vision was burning from the wind hitting her eyes.

She could hear the shouts from the village, and see the smoke from the blaze. She made sure no one was in her apartment complex before she had activated the exploding seal.

Her fingers raked through her hair, her pulse going wild, she closed her eyes, trying to stabilize her breath, but it just wasn't working, her hands shook, she looked down at her broken, bandaged arm, it was easy to say she wasn't ready for this. Not by a long shot. Her medical skills weren't as honed as she'd hoped. And she was just getting the hang of Tsunade's training, damn. Her eyes filled with unspoken determination and she doubled in speed.

She made her choice. There was no going back now…

She paused as she felt familiar chakra presence flair back in the village, her eyes watering with unshed tears, "I'm sorry Naruto…"

Sakura bolted upright from the dream… the distant memory she didn't need at this moment, why is it she couldn't go a night without her past coming back to haunt her… That day, that was the day her fate had been set in stone.

Her sea-foam colored eyes shifted to the black haired male, now fully awake, and fully naked. Lying beside her, his crimson eyes in a daze. She couldn't help the achingly familiar feeling of mourning, he had matured… he looked so familiar to Itachi, yet so different.

His crimson eyes glowed in the darkness, his stoic expression was enough to bring a bitter smile to her face, her skin was bruised and bitten, her lips swollen and a dull ache between her legs. Someone didn't have to witness it to know what went on here. She noticed they were lying on the floor of her living room, tangled in her satin blue sheets, her silvery strands came to wrap around her form like a curtain as she lent up, the sheet sliding down to her hips.

Her eyes were cold, a kind of sorrow swimming in them. She felt… somehow, warmer, the sounds of rain pummeling against her sliding glass door was welcome to her ears, Sasuke remained silent, watching her pluck a cigarette from it's pack, he never thought Sakura would be one to smoke, being a medic and all.

She reached over from the mess of blankets, her body still looking achingly angelic, her long silvery tresses sliding over her breasts, shielding her for modesty. Her eyes were serine today, he noted. He pushed back the strain in his chest, the flesh on his back was almost tender, eyes sore from having the sharringan activated most of the night, the second the rich smell of smoke hit his nose he closes his eyes, enjoying the light tune she hummed, the same painfully sad song she had consoled him with when she subdued his curse mark, he hardly even knew it was there now, not having to fight to keep it under control any longer was a luxury.

"You're going to die." Her voice came out in a silent, angelic tone, he couldn't deny that the word die seemed strained, and his curiosity peaked, but he only sighed, continuing to lie in his comfortable position on the floor.

"Hn,"

"You are a genetic time bomb." She said slowly, examining the cigarette in her hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Her eyes were dull, but specks of emotion swirled in their depth, Sasuke didn't seem to notice thought, as his eyes were still closed, a hint of peace on his features.

"Oh?"

A humorless laugh escaped her lips, "No medic could save you."

His attention was caught, and before he could catch himself, the words slipped past his lips, even he was unsure of where they had come from. "Would you not?"

"No."

That simple answer was what chided Sasuke to open his eyes, her back was facing him, her bare, alabaster back; he reached forward, brushing the insanely long strands of pastel hair over her shoulder, why? He didn't know, but it was an action he didn't regret, not yet, at least.

"What is this?" He questioned blankly, tracing the scar, it was a kanji, meaning 'pain'. Deep, and marred. Sasuke hadn't much medical training, but he knew it was a deep, concentrated scar. Dark purple, he could feel the knots and niches in it.

"A present, from your brother." She spoke, her words slowly sank into his mind, and Sasuke felt his jaw tighten, he didn't attack, as even he himself expected, he just sank back and closed his eyes, his brother was dead, that didn't mean the shame and anger would die with him, however.

"What were you to him?" Sasuke said, voice coated in pure malice, but his voice was level, threatening, cold, demanding. Everything she once believed Itachi to be, a sad, curt smile curled at her lips and she snuffed out the cigarette, feeling sick to her stomach.

"I'll never know, he's dead." She spoke, the words harsh and silencing. Sasuke had never heard her speak like this, although, she's not who she used to be. How did she end up here? How did she meet his brother? How- how did she end up like this?

Questions, that's all that swam in his mind these past few days, all directed towards her and his brother, why he cared, he didn't know. His revenge was stolen, what would he gain from this woman? Why was he still here?

All questions that remained unanswered.

Her hands shook softly as her mind reeled, she could feel the scar burning, as if to remind her she was tainted, ruined, that she could never be the woman she once was, that perhaps she never had been. A tear threatened to fall, but she refused to cry in front of Sasuke ever again. He didn't deserve her tears.

Sasuke stood in naked glory, before reaching towards his torn Kimono and pants, he still adorned his sound nin uniform, not out of favor, simply because he didn't care enough to change it.

Sakura watched silently, she wasn't about to protest, but the sight of him leaving caused the constant dull ache in her chest to slow slightly, and a new ache began again, she curled a fist over her mouth to stifle the string of coughs escaping her lips, her lungs were burning.

She stood without a second glance to the young Uchiha and made her way to the small bathroom in the two door hallway, leaning over the porcelain sink, coughing until the metallic taste filled her mouth, and she spit the wad of blood that had been begging to get out onto the porcelain, staring at it with wary eyes.

She heard the back door slide shut, and rested her forehead against the rim of the sink, taking a few shaky breaths. She deserved this for smoking a pack of cigarettes a day for the past four years. Stupid Shikamaru getting her hooked on the things…

She sighed and wiped the droplets of sweat from here forehead, looking at her naked form in the mirror with a sad, twisted smile, her eyes glinting with unshed tears.

"Itachi, why couldn't I save you?"

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Fuck, I am so tired. Sorry this is such a late update, I've been working on other fics, If any of you have read 'Rogue' I'm updating it next, sorry for the wait.

-Sakura-Centric