My favorite expression in the anime. There is a lonely, sad little boy inside there.
I’m not a huge fan of Sasuke, actually. He’s too similar to myself and his arrogance is off putting. That being said, this child was done so dirty. His feelings were never validated and he never got any real closure for what happened. He played a pivotal role in saving the world, but was never truly acknowledged by the village —and its people— he’s expected to show allegiance to. The same village that committed generational prejudice of his people and ordered allowed the massacre of his entire clan without so much as an apology. There was no memorial erected; there was no recognition for future generations to learn from, to ensure there wouldn’t be another Danzo. He’s expected to be THANKFUL they didn’t execute him for treason. It’s awful.
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Rogue Sakura
When Sasuke heard a certain pink haired rogue had been spotted in a nearby village, he knew he had to go. He was put on a team with Naruto and Kakashi, much to his annoyance. Traveling with a group, he figured, would slow him down and he needed to get to her as soon as possible. As they made it to the village and after checking in at an inn, the Uchiha took off on his own.
For six months he had been searching for Sakura, trying to find out why she would leave the village and go to Orochimaru, and trying to understand why she would leave him. The last thing she told Sasuke was that she loved him, and while he didn’t say it at the time, he knew that he loved her too. So why did things have to end up like this?
With an activated Sharingan, the Uchiha moved in the direction Sakura had been spotted. He was able to spot her signature and saw she was in the forest and on the move.
This time, he vowed. This time I’ll stop her.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when her signature vanished, he was more upset about losing her. Sakura always had the best chakra control in their group, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Pausing on a tree branch to assess his next move, a kunai came hurling towards him, slicing through the sleeve of his navy blue shirt and cutting his skin. It wasn’t a deep cut, but he still winced at the pain and clutched his free hand over his bicep.
As Sasuke looked in the direction the tool came from, he saw her. Standing across from him was the cherry blossom girl herself, the one he was in love with; Sakura.
Her hair was still short, not even reaching her shoulders, and her eyes still that vibrate hue of green that he missed seeing. She gazed at him softly in return, but her lips curved downwards into a small frown.
The qipao she used to wear had been exchanged for a red high collar zip up shirt, black leggings with a waist warmer.
“Sakura…” her name came out like a whisper, as if he wasn’t sure it was really her.
“So it really is you, Sasuke.” He noted the lack of suffix added to his name. The familiarity and closeness she once used, was gone.
There was a hint of sadness to her cool voice, like she didn’t want to see him. “What do you want? Why did you come here?”
“It’s it obvious? I came to take you home.”
“Home? To that village?” She scoffed. “Why would I return to a place that only saw me as fodder? You, Naruto, Ino, everyone else…compared to all of you I was nothing. I was born clanless and had to watch as everything was ripped from me. As my home was destroyed and my parents taken with it. I was weak, but Orochimaru saw potential in me when none of you did. He trained me, taught me how to fight, and effectively use poisons.”
“Please Sakura,” Sasuke has never been one to beg, but he was willing to do anything to get her back.
“I’m stronger now Sasuke. I can fight, I can defend myself, I can hold my own. I even defeated Orochimaru. I don’t need to listen to rules or be ordered around. I can do whatever I want. What would even be the purpose of going back?”
“Everyone misses you. I miss you.” The words started to get caught in his throat, but he couldn’t let this be a repeat of last time. Sasuke knew he had to tell her. “I love you.“
He watched as Sakura’s expression went from shock, to pain, or anger within the span of seconds. “Don’t you dare that to me! What right do you have?!” her voice cracked as tears began to roll down her face. “I spent years chasing after you, trying to get you to notice and acknowledge me. And after I leave you decided to reciprocate your feelings.”
“Sakura, I've always felt this way about you! I know I realized it too late, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care about you. I always have and I always will.”
They stared at each other in silence, before an overwhelming exhaustion began to take over his body.
His eyelids grew heavy, as he started to wonder what was happening. The kunai, he remembered, must have been laced with poison. “Sakura, please don’t do this,“ he tried to call out, but she was looking away now.
“It’s nothing lethal. It’ll only put you to sleep for a bit.”
Fighting a losing battle to stay awake, his eye lips slowly started to close.
“I’m sorry, Sasuke,” was the last thing he heard before sleep took over.
When Sasuke woke, he was on the ground sitting against a tree. Sakura, he knew, was long gone. Clenching his fist, he hit the ground out of frustration with himself for letting her get away.
As he looked down, he noticed a cherry blossom in his lap.
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