Okay, so I tried to make this one longer, and it became a sort of continuation to Day 2, so... yeah! Enjoy some more angst!
She had been wrong about Sasuke.
She'd always been wrong.
Sasuke Uchiha was not who he should've been. In her mind, Sasuke should've been a dashing, polite man, ridiculously handsome and very charismatic. He would've been kind to her, and helped her train. They would've gone to dinner afterwards, and she would've broken through his brooding exterior, and reached the real him. And they would spend more and more time together, and he would finally do it.
He'd confess that he loved her.
And they would date for a long time, and she would be the envy of Konoha. And they would all say, "You make such a cute couple!" and, "Your children are going to be adorable!"
That was what should've occurred. They should've gotten married with a beautiful ceremony, her in a white, flowing dress, and him in a smart tuxedo. And then they would go on a romantic honeymoon, awash with romance and lots and lots of sex.
And then she would fall pregnant with his child, and he would dote on her, and take care of her. And then the baby would be born, and it would be the first of many gorgeous and fantastic children she would have with him. And, finally, as their children grew older, so would they. And they would watch, with kind smiles as their children left them, and moved onto their own lives, fell in love, got married and had kids. And then, they would've passed away peacefully, happy and in love.
They were meant to be in love.
But she was wrong.
She stared down at the broken body of the man she once fantasized over, the one she was desperate to gain attention from.
He was certainly paying attention to her now.
The broken bodies of her comrades lay scattered around her, the charred and cracked earth painted crimson as their souls departed their bodies.
And it was his fault.
He had meant to be an ally. An unlikely one, but an ally nonetheless. She hadn't seen him for what seemed like forever.
He had finally come back.
Or, he should've.
Instead, with those damn crimson eyes, he murdered their teammate in cold blood. Blew the brains out of the back of his head. And that was when she knew.
It had all been a lie.
Whatever she felt for Sasuke had died in that moment. It had dropped into the deepest bowels of hell, replaced by an anger the likes of which the world would never see again. She had to have seen something in him at first. There must've been at least a slight chance he could turn out all right.
No. That would not be happening.
He had just murdered Naruto Uzumaki. Her best friend. Her brother.
And he would not get away with it.
Her fangirlish tendencies were gone as they danced, fist against fist, will against will. She had challenged him alone. This was her fight.
And after two hours of constant clashing, blood and sweat covering the canvas that had become their battlefield, she stood over him.
He had underestimated her.
And now, Sharingan deactivated, he could only stare at her with frightened, onyx eyes as blood poured from his mouth.
Sakura Haruno had loved Sasuke Uchiha to the point where, at one time, she would've killed for him.
But on that day, Sakura Haruno's love had been torn down into shreds, replaced with despair, heartache, and anger. And, on that day, Sasuke Uchiha's last sight, was Sakura's fist, exploding with chakra, smashing his head like a watermelon.
And for a while, Sakura stood, looking down at the bloody brain matter that once belonged to the love of her life. It now belonged to the ground.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, the girl collapsed onto her knees and wept. Wept for the loss of her brother.
And for the loss of her naivety.
Her name was Sakura Haruno. The Rokudamie of Konoha. And the killer of the greatest traitor in all of the Five Great Shinobi Nations, Sasuke Uchiha.