Sasuke didn't know what he was doing, why he was rushing back to that stupid village he left behind. He didn't know what he was going to find there, hell, he didn't even know what his stubborn body and mind were looking for. All he knew is that he has become obsessed. After his little engagement with his two former team mates, and some new copycat that is supposed to be his replacement, all he can think about is that delightful pink hair and those emerald eyes. She's changed, he sensed that. He felt power radiate off of her, he knew she had trained hard for something. "Probably to bring me back," he chuckled darkly.
He jumped from tree limb to tree limb, going a little too fast even for his own liking. He was puzzled at himself for even attempting to do this; his curiosity and desires were always in the back of his mind, but the last month all he can think about before drifting off to sleep is Sakura. He hated it, he hated her for being such a distraction. He found himself wanting to know her, wanting to know how she changed, how she has developed as a woman both mentally and physically. He smirked an evil smirk. Physically, eh? "I bet all that work she's put in with Tsunade has given her something incredible underneath all those clothes," he felt his Sharingan activate, a pool of heat started to gather in his lower groin. Fuck. This has been another problem he's noticed since they met again. He couldn't stop himself from imagining what she would feel like beneath him as he caressed her, kissed her, pleased her, claimed her. Something possessive came over him after that day. Sasuke found himself irritated at his replacement, "What if she feels from him what she once did for me?" he asked himself, no, no way in hell would she betray her love for him.
Sasuke neared the gates of Konoha. He knew he had to lay low, he didn't want any interruptions from some of these pathetic Jonin. Pausing for a moment to concentrate and disguise his chakra level by diminishing its activity as low as he could, Sasuke was on to his next mission, to find his lovely little cherry blossom.
From rooftop to rooftop, Sasuke found it almost too easy to infiltrate his old village. "Damn it, where is she?!" He's been by the hospital, he even swung by her parent's home. She was nowhere to be found. He kept moving through the village until he heard a familiar, and annoying laugh. Naruto. The dobe was at Ichiraku's as always, Sasuke swore he spent more time there than he did training. He was about to move on when he heard a pleasant laugh. It stopped him dead in his tracks. It's her. He found her. A mischievous smile formed on his lips, this was almost too easy. All he had to do was wait until she left and follow her home.
Hours passed. He was getting pissed. Her and Naruto were a little too close for his liking. Sitting here, listening to them talk about "the old times," annoyed him. Was he jealous? No, Sasuke Uchiha doesn't get jealous. But every time she laughed, Sasuke cringed. He didn't understand what was coming over him, but he wanted to be the reason behind that laugh. He would never admit it out loud, but he was beginning to feel like he missed them. He shook the feeling off like a violent cold chill. "Get a fucking hold on yourself Uchiha, you are an avenger, you don't have time for their lovey dovey games," he told himself. But hell, like he believed his own lies sometimes.
Naruto's and Sakura's goodbyes to the old man and his daughter snapped Sasuke out of his trance. Now is my chance, he smirked. Surely Sakura wasn't going to let the dobe walk her home, he annoys her. But with each step they took, Sasuke felt uneasy. A lump in his throat started to rise as he followed them back to what he assumed was Sakura's apartment. Has she changed her mind and heart about him? Is she now in love with Naruto? He followed them to her door, trying to steady his racing heartbeat. He watched them chat a little, but the next second he felt as if he got punched in the gut. His Sharingan activated and anger pulsing through him as he watched Naruto's lips come in contact with Sakura's forehead. "She'll punch him, she has to punch him!" he roared on the inside, his anger shaking his entire body as he watched Naruto run off as Sakura smiling dreamy in his direction. He shouldn't have come, this was a huge mistake. He was slipping his control on his chakra, the wind picked up and Sasuke was seeing red. He shouldn't have come, he needs to leave. As he turned on his heels to get out of this forsaken place, he caught a glimpse of Sakura on her balcony looking up at the night sky, her skin was illuminated by the moon above them, her eyes as green and pure as the world's most precious emerald. He heard her voice and forgot to breathe for a moment.
"I wonder what you're feeling right now Sasuke? Are you even thinking about us?" God, yes. More than you will ever know, he thought. His expression softened. He wanted to call out to her, to hold her and to fill her heart and ears with the emotions he was feeling.
"This can't be love, I can't love him. Love is not like this!" her harsh words brought him out of a dream land he so long evaded. He watched her turn around and head back inside.
In that moment, Sasuke was sure of a few things, but one being the most important. He loved her. All these years have passed since he knocked her out on that bench and that painful memory brought back the guilty reality; he was still in love with her. Sasuke clutched his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought. He was angry, hell, he was livid with himself. He was jealous. He felt so many things that he couldn't pin point his exact emotion. He raked his brain for any sense of rationality and only came to one conclusion, possession. The demon inside him smiled. She was his and only his. Her purity, her love, her eyes, her breath, her everything belonged to him and him alone. The tomoes of his Sharingan spinning wildly, he knew that he had to claim her. He knew that delectable cherry blossom had to be his as he jumped from the rooftop on to her balcony and slid the door open enough to squeeze through and find a hiding spot until he can execute his plan.