Sakura stared at her hands, fingers dripping with crimson.
She had killed him, the last of the Uchiha clan, pooling blood at her knees.
Sakura wiped what was left on her hands into her shirt, a deep red staining her clothes — it would take a lot of scrubbing to wash out.
Her jade eyes glimpsed over Sasuke’s resting face — dark hair framing his sharp features, fair skin standing out against it — She brushed away the few strands that fell in front of his eyes, letting the inky black fall from her fingers tips.
Sakura always thought the contrast was striking, but Sasuke was always handsome, even in death it seems.
She turned away from his hair, noting how soft it had felt, and instead began study his blank, lifeless gaze.
Black, not red — She had always preferred it that way.
Black were the eyes of the child she grew up with, red belonged to the man who tried to kill her — now, it would be the color Sakura would associate with the man she killed.
Her hand reached out, shutting his eyelids, falling to rest her fingers against his cheek.
Cold. His skin was cold against her touch.
Leaning down, she pressed a fleeting kiss to his forehead. It lasted two seconds before she pulled away. She sat there for a moment longer, then stood up, and dusted off her pants.
It wouldn’t take Naruto long to catch up with her; Likely only minutes away — If he caught her here, standing over his dear friends’s corpse, she’d likely meet the same fate as Sasuke.
She wouldn’t try her luck.
Sakura took in one last look of him, memorizing his features. Though, she wondered if she would have enough time to keep these memorizations.
“Goodbye, Sasuke.” She whispered, taking off into a sprint.
Her knees were still sticky with blood, and she could smell the stale copper ness of it. She’d have to scrub at them later — If she survived that is.
Sakura wouldn’t cry, not that she felt tears coming. Her eyes were dry, and she didn’t feel anything besides a sense of longing.
Her love had and always will be unrequited. In this world, and the next.
How fitting.
Maybe she’d even see him soon — Sakura couldn’t bring herself to feel sad about her possible future reunion.