Author's Notes: It's about time I did some SasuSaku. Spoilers for current manga chapters. Written as a request from LJ.
The Wrong Side
Sakura thinks there is still a chance. Even with a whirlwind of knives and techniques around her, she still believes they'll win. They'll capture Sasuke (because you can't say goodbye to childhood) and they'll defeat Itachi and everything will be alright again. They'll be together. They'll be a team.
The word hurts, like a barely closed wound, and she wonders why because it's been three years and they've all replaced each other.
She recognizes Sasuke's new companions from their brief altercations in the past, from the glossy photos in their files, but their meeting here, on that field, makes Sakura's spine stiffen.
"Sasuke," she says (and it's more like your inner self and not your true self), "you're standing on the wrong side."
His teammates smirk or laugh, amused that she is talking while all around her people are fighting and dying. They falter, though, when they see that Sasuke is not smirking, not laughing. He's staring straight at her and it's almost like there isn't already blood on his clothes.
"No," he replies, his voice as clear and cool as river glass (and you splinter a bit from the pressure), "you are."
End.