010 Burn
She remembered the first time she had gotten burned, utterly scorned by the first boy she was crushing heavily upon. It had hurt, like no other. The boy was of course a cold-hearted prick who only had the gall to leave her on the bench of icy concrete not to mention a possibly insincere thank you before she slipped out of consciousness. No one had came for her, and no one had cared as her nudging of Kotetsu and Izumo awakened her with their concern and their loads of books. Sakura went home after that cried in the shower and picked up the fragile pieces of her broken heart. Alone.
Naruto and Kakashi's pain of him leaving was quite different, and on different levels than hers thus none of them could quite understand each other's hurt feelings. Time went on and they tried many attempts to bring back the insolent man that ran to a snake and now to an organization. And every time they had tried it was a failure as if some supernatural force didn't want them all to be together. Every time their eyes met, the girl became bitterer and rawer towards that man than ever. It was understood by her senseis and friends, quite clearly as every time wasn't enough.
Of course he came back, but not for the reasons they'd thought. His eyes keen upon her face, before flashing a grin. Only to be burned back by the years of build of disappointment and sadness. She'd do the unthinkable and deny him her hand even if he was apart of the organization that brought her and his home down. And chose to see the masked man that named him self Madara Uchiha on the daily basis. Quite simply, he was scorned as bad as the night he scorned her.