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Misguided
Sasuke went numb as he listened to the story he was told of the founding village. Images of his brother invaded his mind, but deep inside his mind he could also see a girl with pink hair and tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been willing to do anything for him, much the same way his brother had done, and his fists clenched as he recognised how pure and selfless she had been, while he had seen only the dark. Sakura's phantom hands reached to him in his memories and he wished that they were real.
"I'm going home."