Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and not me.
A/N: Don't ask… I was thinking about something and ended up with something completely different.
Summary: The Ninth Tail.
The Smile
Body shaking. Trembling. Fearful.
"The ninth tail," she whispered.
Blood soaked her clothes and face. Droplets fell from her hair onto the thirsting ground. Bloody raindrops, all from the man that had just been about to slit her throat.
She'd stood there while he'd had been ripped apart, his blood splattering messily onto her as the two halves fell to either side. He'd never said a word. But it was obvious who he was – the man who had caused so much grief to their lives, who sent his subjects to destroy lives. He'd been the one Sasuke's brother had turned to and fought along side with.
But now, it was over. Her body was trembling. The blood on her face dried and began to flake. Hot winds blew across the burning field. The skies were turning dark.
The massive chakra hand that had split the Akatsuki leader in half drew itself back, claws leaving gullies in its wake. Burning flesh sizzled from where the hand had touched it. The smell was putrid and overwhelming.
But not as overwhelming as the sight before her... Two massive white orbs drew closer towards her, empty but full of everything in the world she feared. She saw things in those eyes that made tears begin to run down her face.
"Naruto?"
The giant mouth gaped open and close. There was nothing but a black pit within it, like an entrance to hell that threatened to swallow her up.
"Where… where is Naruto?" she asked.
The creature smiled. Sakura's eyes widened. That smile… it was his…