A/N: I finally decided to write Sasu/Saku. Hmmm… Even though he's alive and breathing, I still found the pleasure of screwing him over in the most discreet way possible.

Hemisphere

Her eyes were always so expressive. That was the first memory he had of her, her eyes. They were always so earnest, so happy, so unrelenting to please; it scared him. He recalled the specks of gold that shined within her emerald irises when she would gawk endlessly in his direction. They were both young then; too naïve to understand any aspect of life, despite what he thought back then. Yes, he had been naïve too, but she had been happy.

The second memory he vividly recalled of her was her vivacious and outrageous pink hair. He often wondered whether she dyed her hair, or if it was her natural hair color. He had never seen such a thing, but of course, he would never voice his curiosity. He soon grew to realize that everything about her was genuine, including her affection for him; something that he didn't see when he left her that stormy night and successfully broke her undying affection for him.

The last and foremost memory he held of Haruno Sakura, was when she successfully kicked his ass. He couldn't believe it himself, and he would never forget it. It seemed like he saw her for the first time, ten years later from when they were mere genin of twelve. For the first time in Uchiha Sasuke's life, he saw her fury. He only had himself to blame. He had broken Naruto's arm. Her emerald eyes held a distinct flurry of passion that he'd never imagine she could direct towards him. He grew to regret his actions when he found himself unconscious.

"I didn't think you'd come," the voice spoke tenderly, repressing the emotion behind its exterior. There was no answer. "Thought you were too busy running Sound to visit."

Obsidian orbs traveled towards the voice. "What happened?"

Cerulean eyes trailed its glance across the encrypted text upon the stone tablet. Uzumaki Naruto wasn't the type of person to hold regrets or grudges, but his eyes had betrayed him. It was a sliver of animosity that one could never imagine the blond Hokage to display.

"Does it matter anymore?" came the somber tone from the blond. There was a pregnant paused. The dark-haired man's eyes rested upon the stone tablet.

"I guess not." Both men's eyes were tired, wearied with age, and broken by time. Upon the stone tablet was the undeniable encryption of their pink-haired teammate, mingling with ancient names that neither of them recognized and some that they indefinitely did.

"Sasuke, how long has it been?" Naruto inquired weakly.

"Too long Naruto." His eyes held a sliver of despair as he continued, "Long enough to outgrow our stupidity."

The blond's expression contorted into a smile. "We're older now. Things are different."

The dark-haired man paused, facing Naruto, then spoke readily. "Do you ever blame me?"

Hesitantly, the blond Hokage responded, "No." A hiatus overtook the somber atmosphere, "Because she never blamed you either."

"She should have," Sasuke whispered. Their eyes lowered once again to the tombstone. Naruto placed a single rose upon the edge of the tombstone.

Sending Sasuke a solemn glance, Naruto mellifluously whispered, "I know."