What the fuck am I doing?

This was the great Sasuke Uchiha's first thought.

Bringing Sakura to his room was a whimsical idea that was definitely not thought out, especially since he wasn't thinking straight in the first place.

Yearning for answers about the revival of his dead brother was his first priority, and in no dimension of any universe would he succumb to asking that slimy snake Kabuto for answers. Knowing that obsessed freak, he would probably want something in return, most likely a similar obsession as his dead mentor, the sharingan.

So now Sasuke has to wait while Sakura sleeps in his cot. He watches her, whilst leaning against the closed door of his bedroom.

Wake the fuck up.

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Blood. Screams. Blonde hair matted red.
Disjointed limbs.

Why won't my chakra work?

Sakura watches helplessly as Naruto's life force slowly zaps away. No matter how much she tries to will her chakra to the tip of her fingertips, she finds it is unable to produce the green chakra she has become familiar with.

Now all she can do is use her own hands and try to stop the bleeding.

Surrounding them is war. Sakura sees her comrades; ino-shika-cho fighting to her left, the Akatsuki cloak all too familiar in recent events, sai painting with a broken hand clutched to his side, Hinata on her right with her blue twin lion fists flaring to fight.
More of her comrades lie in either withering pain, or stillness which does not bode well for the medic.

Dead bodies all around.

More people rushing away from the conflict.

It hits her then.

This isn't real.
This isn't real.

It was genjutsu.

"Wake the fuck up."

Fucking Uchiha.

***
"Don't you ever dare try to get in my head again." Snarls Sakura. Her heart was still pounding from the genjutsu she was stuck in. The lack of chakra as well as the distress of seeing her friends die caused her to curl her fingers into a tight fist, hoping that Sasuke didn't realise her shaking hands.

"Give me the answers I want." He responds, without missing a beat.

Confusion is what she feels. "What do you mean?" Her head continues to pound as she pushes herself up in the cot she was lying in. Then she adds, "even if I did know what you want, why the hell would I help you?"

Whatever string of hope Sakura held on for sasuke, snapped when she realised he wasn't going to help her. No; he was an accomplice to Kabuto who had kidnapped her, and now she doesn't know whether her comrades are dead or not.

He gets up from his position near the door and stalks towards her, Sakura tenses, but doesn't back down when he leans forward and takes a seat at the end of the bed, his hands intertwining and forearms resting on both his legs.

Although the familiar tell-tale signs of the blood red eyes of the Sharingan are nowhere to be seen, she knows better than to look into his eyes again, so she opts for looking at the floor.

He speaks up, softly almost to the point that she would have thought he wasn't even speaking at all hadn't he been so close to her in the first place.

"Itachi is dead." The truth that spilled from his lips should've not surprised Sakura as much as it did, however aside the from the stiffness in her shoulders, her composure gave nothing away to the the turmoil she faced internally.

After all, that had been his initial plan from the moment they were assigned into genin teams, possibly even before that.

However, it was the lingering sadness that prevented her from congratulating him.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" Because of course no matter how much she tried, her curiosity got the better of her. Then another thought hit her, "did you?.."

He nods. "He died by my hands." His knuckles were going white from how tight he was clenching them, "I only found out the truth afterwards, how he tried to protect me." Sasuke scoffs, "so much for revenge, and so much for all his protection. It was all useless."

Sakura takes in this new information in silence, and this gives Sasuke the space to string his thoughts into words.

Taking a breath, he continues, "the village you call 'home' scorned my clan; they feared the power we held and so they pushed us out to the very edge." His lips curl into a frown. "When the village council heard of rumours of a coup, they sought to eradicate the whole Uchiha clan. The assignment was given to my brother by Danzo. The third hokage knew about this, and he did fucking nothing to stop it. He even allowed for Itachi to be treated like a criminal, and allowed for the village go tarnish his name and reputation."

His words start to take a craze edge to them, and something in his eyes speak of darkness that Sakura had once seen before; in the forest of death when Orochimaru had given him the curse mark. Although this darkness seemed more warp and entirely his own.

"Itachi's death with not be in vain; I will avenge his death. Danzo paid his price, and the rest will follow."

Sakura didn't know how to respond. It was obvious just how much he truly loved his brother. But what he done to Sasuke truly fucked him up in many ways, including psychologically to the point where the line between love and hate blurs. Sasuke Uchiha was a young boy that was manipulated, trained his whole life to kill a man he truly deemed to be evil, only to find out the true villain was the corrupt government that failed him and his family. The man he thought was a villain, was an unrecognised hero who deserved to have songs and praises in his honour rather than being resented and talked about hatefully.

Obsidian clashes with emerald, and with a startling realisation that her silence had gone too long, and now he looks at her in waiting. Sakura clears her throat before speaking, " I'm sorry, for all its worth, it is obvious that despite it all, you loved him and he loved you too. But you're also wrong." His eyes bore into her like daggers, "listen, to punish everyone for the sins of the few is not right. Itachi died an anti- hero, and if you take vengeance against those who didn't know, those who weren't even born at the time of the massacre,  you'd be doing him a disservice Sasuke. fine, take your revenge on Danzo, but the third hokage is a dead man." Sakura goes on, "and, some people were not even born during the time this happened, is it fair to take your revenge against innocent people, Sasuke?"

Sasuke's lips turned into a sneer, "You have no right to preach to me; not right to tell me how I should handle my grievances. The fucking morals and ethics bullshit you spew that I shouldn't slaughter even single one of you like animals is laughable." The crimson of his sharingan blares like siren lights in the dimly lit rim, causing Sakura to become alert. Yet he continues on, his eyes gleaming with an unhinged expression.

"These rules were not applicable or exempt for the Uchiha's by your hokage, hmm? What else, what else are you going to lecture me to grant which weren't given to my people, huh? A pardon; mercy? For innocent people? I was an innocent child too, as was my brother. He did not deserve that life that fate handed him, but he had grace, Sakura. Something I do not, nor do I particularly care for."

These were more words Sasuke ever cared to speak to her even during their genin days.

Smile was the last word that Sakura would use to describe the expression on his face. More so, it bore his teeth which were more fangs, jagged and ready to carve and devour the people he had characterised as his enemies. Scarlet bleeds from his eyes, his hands and his bony, purple skeletal arms which retch from somewhere within his flaring chakra before suddenly disappearing.

This seems to shock Sasuke more than Sakura who doubles downs and kneels suddenly as though the wind is knocked out of him. Confusion mars her face as he whispers as though he's seen a ghost, "itachi..."

Sakura begins to worry for his mental state.

seeing your dead brother should be a significant factor of mental decline, which Sakura, in what seems like a different lifetime, would prescribe Sasuke for in her medical notes back home.

Yet, she is not home; she is a prisoner to individuals who are criminals, and so using his disorientation as an advantage, Sakura leaps to the door and makes a bolt for it down the winding, dark corridors, without looking back.

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