The pain was like a dull humming in the back of his mind, as if a fly had decided his skull was the best spot to be. This fly was also slamming into his head repeatedly with a single-mindedness which almost paralleled his own; this fly was his headache that was trying to rip itself from his head.
He had only been awake for five minutes and he was ready to leave, in no way was he looking forward to seeing everyone again. Sure there were a few people he wouldn't mind seeing, three. Three people would he maybe, possibly take a small amount of pleasure in their visitations. The other couple hundred that would no doubt come would be much less welcome and equally appreciated.
These three tolerable people were his team, his make-shift family, and his friends. How would they have changed? He entertained himself with the thoughts of a more mature Naruto before casting it aside. If there was one thing that would never change it was Naruto. Kakashi, the eternal enigma. Perhaps Naruto and Sakura had been able to finally get him to remove that thrice damned mask. Sakura…was in his room.
The first thing he noticed was that she was in a nurse's outfit, could she be his nurse? This observation was quickly followed by her hair tied up in a messy bun, something she never did in her youth. It looked…nice. The third and possibly most important thing he noticed was her eyes.
They quivered with emotion, just as they did at age twelve, doe eyes. She was the same emotional girl she had been and for some reason that relieved him. "Still weak I see." So many things underlayed that single sentence, that one phrase that he was surprised it didn't explode raining down all the unsaid things on the distance between them.
It was only a moment before her eyes hardened and the old Sakura was lost to him, only a brief instant that he could see the hurt in her eyes, the pain that suffocated him. Then it was gone along with her. What stood in her place was no longer Sakura but a doll with Sakura's face painted on. It lacked the emotion; it failed to capture the soul of Sakura, her passions. "I see you've woken up Uchiha-san." Her words burned him with how cold they sounded coming from her.
He could tell she was intent on getting this done and over with quickly, even at the cost of his comfort or perhaps that was an added bonus for her. However he wouldn't, couldn't let her go just like that. There were too many things that needed to be said and even one who hated conversations as much as he was willing to initiate this one.
"Aren't you going to welcome me back, Sakura?" Another sentence that housed so many things, so very much to be answered. Against his will he waited almost impatiently for her to respond in kind, for her to go back to how she was, to throw her arms open and envelop him in a hug that she had loved to give, and perhaps to give him back his friend/family member/teammate.
"The Sasuke that I knew and loved died the night he left, he would never have become what he despised just to kill Itachi, I mourned for the loss of Sasuke and if you were him, well… then I would have welcomed you home. Goodbye Uchiha-san." Sakura delivered her speech coldly before turning on her heel leaving him alone to nurse his losses himself.
It was then that Sasuke realized that time wasn't just a cruel mistress, she was cold hearted bitch. He recognized that it had been silly to expect that his three would have stayed the same, accepted him back, hell just to care but…he did. It was ironic in a sense, Sakura despised him for becoming like Itachi when she had become just like him, the Sasuke of the past. A morbid laugh forced its way up his throat to bubble out of his mouth, things certainly came full circle.
I was reading old reviews and I noticed that everyone wanted a chapter from Sasuke's POV so here it is five months later. Reviews are appreciated more than I can say. -Cloey Marie-