(A/N): Thanks for the reviews and stuff. I apologize for grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Swearing and violence.
Sasuke sat on an overturned bucket with his jaw placed on his interlaced fingers and his elbows on his knees. His expression remained unchanged as he stared at her, unflinchingly and without embarrassment, and watched her sleep.
They were hiding in a building that Sasuke assumed had once been a shed because there were the remains of garden tools scattered aimlessly. The shed had been left to gather dust and it stunk like dead grass and oil.
They had hidden there last night. Sakura had struggled half-heartedly because deep down, she was thrilled. She didn't want to admit how much this psychopath delighted her.
It was early morning now. Sasuke had not slept but Sakura had fallen asleep the moment she found that old pile of blankets in the shed. She was still in her nightgown and her bare legs were tangled together and she held her chest to keep herself warm. Her pale pink lips were parted ever so slightly.
Sasuke stood up and stared down at her. She still would not wake. Sasuke bent down and briefly checked her pulse.
"This is insane," He said softly to himself.
Nevertheless, he walked to the back of the shed and rummaged around until he found a can of oil and a lighter. He held it in his hands and looked back at Sakura one last time.
"Why did you have to be so beautiful?" Sasuke asked her.
He stared at her again, finding that with those words he had frozen himself. It was her skin, he decided, that had eventually driven him to this point. Her skin was like porcelain. It was flawless and made Sasuke think that she had never seen enough violence or tragedy to scar her. She hadn't even been in the sun long enough for it to taint her skin. What a brittle, beautiful doll, he thought.
He sighed to himself, running his fingers through his raven hair. I should get this over with, he said as if setting yourself on fire was a chore.
He walked out of the shed and stood in the forest clearing. He looked up and smiled. Sasuke Uchiha, giving up? Was that even possible? But even he had to admit that this was for the best. This way he wouldn't hurt anyone he loved and he wouldn't lose anyone. In his mind, it made perfect sense. It was a win-win situation. It was only through this terrible act of self-destruction that everyone, including him because he wasn't that selfless, would be happy.
He looked up the sky, smirking at the blinking morning sun.
Then he screwed the cap off the bottle of oil and poured it over his head. It flowed over his closed eyes and crept into his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut and spat out oil. He took a lighter out of his pocket…
"NO!"
He heard the scream just before Sakura slammed into him. Sasuke fell to the ground. He couldn't open his eyes but he could feel Sakura straddle him and keep him pinned to the ground then he felt frantic fingers on his face, trying to get the oil away from his eyes and his mouth.
Sasuke grabbed her wrists tightly opened his mouth and shouted,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
He tried to shake her off violently but she clung to his chest, curling her arms around him and letting herself get covered in oil. Sasuke growled deep inside his chest. He thought she had been asleep. Why was she suddenly there and stopping him from doing what he needed to do. He rolled over, smirking in satisfaction when he felt himself in control again.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" He yelled in her ear making her flinch and turn her face away. Sasuke saw the tears in her eyes but he didn't care. The oil dripped from his air and she face slowly like ancient honey.
"Please…" She whispered, "Don't leave me alone,"
Sasuke stared at her, unbelievably. He had never thought that he might be the one doing the abandoning, not the one being abandoned. He was blinded with anger for a moment at this obvious truth then his face split into a twisted grin.
"Then I'll take you with me," He whispered alluringly.
But Sakura knew what he meant. She screamed and began to struggle violently. He stood up, dragging her to her feet. She continued to struggle until Sasuke was half-dragging, half-carrying her. She screamed as she thrashed around and her flailing limbs hit him. Sasuke ignored her efforts completely. His strong arms wrapped around her and his face remained expressionless as he twirled the lighter in between his fingers, threatening to light the switch and set them both alight.
Suddenly, Sasuke tossed her away from him like she was a rag doll. In the split second Sakura was in mid-air, she thought he had thrown her off a cliff; it was something he would do, but then she hit the water and plunged beneath the surface.
She immediately erupted from the water, taking in a harsh breath. She looked around for Sasuke and found him chaotically laughing beside the clear, still lake he had tossed her in.
"YOU'RE FUCKING WHORE, SASUKE!" She screamed at him.
He just laughed at her. He held up the lighter then threw it in the pond.
"Happy now?" he smiled.
Sakura looked at the place where the lighter had disappeared with a soft plop.
"Yes," she said tartly.
Sasuke walked towards her, sloshing through the knee high water until he was facing her.
"I'm sorry,"
Sakura placed a delicate hand on his chest then shoved him. He stepped back unevenly.
"You shouldn't do that," she said.
"You mean set myself on fire?" Sasuke said and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes,"
"Why do you care?"
There was silence before Sakura answered in a small voice.
"I don't know."
Sasuke grinned and stepped forward,
"Yes, you do," he said, "It's because you're in love with me,"
Sakura blushed the same colour as her hair.
"Don't be absurd," Sakura said, "We just met,"
"Yet you've loved me since the first moment you met me," He said in a voice as smooth as whiskey that made Sakura's skin prickle, "Admit it, Sakura,"
He stepped forward again, their chest nearly touching. Sakura looked away.
"You can't even look at me," Sasuke said. There was hurt concealed in his smooth, unfeeling voice.
When Sakura still wouldn't look at him, he grabbed her hair and twisted her neck around until he could look into her eyes. He froze. It was if those eyes had hypnotized him and all he could do was stare into their emerald depths. Sasuke hated the effect she had on him.
His fingers moved through her wet hair and he brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. Sakura didn't break his gaze once, even when she was free to do so.
He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips but before Sakura could even move, he pulled away.
"I'm going to leave now," He said and turned around and walked away. Sakura stood there for a second and watched as he turned his back and walked away.
'Wait! Sasuke-kun!" She called then ran after them.
Her feet now hit the dry ground as she ran after him. She caught up to him and reached to touch his back but before she could he spun and grabbed her arms. She froze in his grip.
"You and I shouldn't get along!" he shouted, "You should hate me,"
Sakura waited for his anger to calm down before she spoke.
"You're quickly becoming my favorite person, Sasuke-kun," She admitted shyly, "If you leave me here, it'll be like I'm all alone. Even if I have a family, even if I have friends, I won't be able to be happy unless I know you're happy,"
Sasuke didn't say anything. He smashed his lips against hers, almost feverishly like he was trying to convey something he knew he couldn't in words. His grip on her softened and he trailed his hands down her sides as her finger's entangled themselves in his raven hair.
He pulled her down on to the floor and positioned himself on top of her so she was encaged in his arms. He kissed her mouth then his lips trailed over her cheek, kissed her jaw-line and pecked her neck then he slowly moved his lips over her clavicle to feel her bones beneath her soft skin. He ran his hands up and down her sides, brushed the sides of her breasts with his fingers.
When he pulled away, he brushed the thick, twisted locks of wet, pink hair out of her face and said,
"Why did you have to be so beautiful?"
Tsunade sat with a permanent scowl etched on her face.
"I don't understand why you haven't found them," She snapped.
The man before her was heavily scarred and bandaged but no one had ever discovered the source of his injuries. Tsunade knew him and she hated him with a passion. His name was Danzou and he was the owner and founder of the Hospital.
"Sasuke Uchiha is known to be elusive," He sighed, detesting her tone.
"And my daughter?" Tsunade snapped, "She's really not that elusive. She has pink hair for god's sake,"
"I will not accept your tone. You will learn respect or you will be fired and your daughter and that Uchiha will be classified as dead,"
Tsunade scowled but bit her tongue,
"I'll do anything if you help my daughter. What do you want me to do?" She said as respectively as she could.
Danzou smiled wickedly and said,
"I want you to stop pretending that that pink-haired patient is your daughter,"