The gates of Konoha were officially closed for the night. Wind whipped up through the trees in the forest directly beyond the gates. Of course no one could hear the way the leaves shook; no one could hear the way the rain cried as it hit the already damp ground, and of course, no one could hear the barely audible footsteps of a kunochi jumping from branch to branch on her way home. The pink hair that was flying behind her as she ran, was soaked from the downpour.

She could not forgive, she could not forget.

In her troubled mind, that was kept sane only by the presence of her inner self, thoughts of a dark shadow kept her moving through the merciless torrent. The shadow paused, stared, and then kept moving.

The shadow swirled into the darkness, until a shape was almost unrecognizable. But there was one thing that could never be hidden.

It was the crimson eyes that were graced by unique black swirls. They once said thank you. But now they said only of the terrible sorrow of their owner.

The Uchiha survivor.

What was she running towards?

Not happiness, not sadness, just numbness. It was all she could stand.

Hurtful memories had kept her awake night after night.

She knew she would go insane if she stayed. Her memories revived themselves in the loneliness of the night.

Sakura and Naruto sat side by side on a bench in a hospital room. The room was clean and tidy, but the figure laying on the bed was not. There were many blood soaked bandages. The sheets were stained by the scarlet mess left by an Uchiha.

The two that sat on the bench were waiting. They said it would be today! Why wouldn't he wake up? They had waited three long years and had finally regained their friend. They themselves had already recovered from their wounds, but Sasuke, who had battled Orochimaru, was still unconscious.

"It'll be alright Sakura-chan. I promise!" Naruto smiled one of his smiles that always made Sakura feel better. She smiled back.

"Naruto I think you're more worried then me, if that's even possible." The joke lightened the mood. However they both stopped chuckling when they heard a strange note in Sasuke's heart monitor. And sure enough when they looked down, they looked into familiar, nostalgic dark eyes. They burned with recognition as memories of their previous fight together flooded his mind. They could only just barely hear him as he muttered something.

"What took you so long?"

So go ahead and tell me what you think. I'm not a huge fan of criticism though. It's not very encouraging. This will most defiantly be an Itachi/sakura story.

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