Sakura hugged him with all her might, rocking back and forth in the field in his arms. Kabuto pretended that he didn't really need to breath and continued to hold Sound Country's leader in his arms, to hold his adopted sister and comfort her.
"Couldn't we just forget it all?" The thirty year old village leader whispered, tears trailing from the cruel purple tattoos curved wickedly around her eyes. Her pale face was flushed red from crying.
"No. Even I don't know a jutsu for that." The older man replied quietly. He continued rocking her as he did when she was younger, Hyuuga eyes full of mercy and heartbreak as he gazed down at her. His wounds throbbed and screamed, but he ignored them, just as he ignored the fact that the one who caused them was sitting in his lap.
"We can never forget who we are. How would you feel if you never were Sakura Haruno?" She glared up at him, years of betrayed hate in her eyes. He simply stared, knowing the answer to his question from her eyes.
"I could never give that up." She said, turning away from him. Kabuto Hyuuga smiled sadly, knowing that he too would never give up his life in Konoha for anything.
"But would you like to recapture some of that? It doesn't have to be this way." He insisted, not bothering to keep his precious blood from staining her dress. Sakura of Sound Country didn't look at him, staring instead at the field of her defeated shinobi.
"If we allied, you could still visit. I know it would be hard, but we could rebuild some level of trust here. Sakura," He admonished, pulling her chin to his face so he could look at her. The amount of pain etched in her red-flushed face didn't surprise him, but it stung him none-the-less. He stared into the cobra's eyes, matching them with his own hypnotizing violet eyes.
"I know what you're feeling. We don't have to be enemies though. We can make this work." He kissed her forehead like her father used to do when she was four, and she sobbed slightly in his arms.
"We can make this work."