::~Love Letters From Heaven~::

---Bloody Valentine---



Much had happened after Sasuke left that night. Sakura told Tsunade of that happened hours earlier than when she would have if Sasuke had actually knocked her out. And in this situation, hours were precious.
Sakura, fueled by anger instead of sadness, had become determined to show Sasuke one day…some day…that she wasn’t really useless after all.
And now, years later, four years to be exact, as Sakura stared at the Uchiha in the heat of battle, she was proving her worth.
And it was not the Uchiha she loved.

She was bruised. She was bloody. And she was tired.
She lost track of how many times she had been hit, but she had also lost track of how many times she had hit him.
She was holding her own against an S rank criminal.

Sakura felt shirikun dig into her body as she coughed up blood onto her shirt. But her shirt was already dyed with her crimson fluids, so there was no way of telling.


She had to defeat him.
She had to stop him.
She had something to prove to someone.

With one last motion, Sakura threw a dozen kunai knives at the elder Uchiha from above, and in his debilitated state, he was struck by them in his arms and legs, becoming pinned to the ground.
Sakura landed, and was suddenly met with a fiery explosion.
A paper bomb she had landed on.
The girl went sailing back, skidding to a muddy stop.
Itachi was pinned.
And Sakura wouldn’t even stand.

“Itachi Uchiha!!”
Sakura painfully turned her head to see a figure walking over to the wounded man. He stood over him, looking him up and down. The figure glanced at Sakura and locked gazed with him. In a moment, his face contorted with anger.
It was Sasuke.
“Itachi!!!”
The younger of the brothers pulled out a katana from behind him, placing it above the fallen one’s heart.
It was the real Itachi.
The real older brother.
The real murderer.
Sasuke looked at Sakura’s bloody shell again, and let out a quivering breath.
“I will…kill you…”
“Kill me…?” Itachi spoke. “Would you really kill me?”
“It’s been horrible, Itachi…I looked up to you…I remember the days when you were a hero in my eyes…but that was a long time ago…The scars you made will never fade from me…never…but I can at least make myself feel better…”
“You abandoned your village…and you and about to kill the only family you have left? Your only brother…?”
“You’re not my brother.”


As Sasuke looked over the bloody corpse of the man that was once his brother, he should have felt pride.
He finally finished his life goal.
But…
His gaze shifted to the pink haired bloody mess the was the only reason he was able to kill that man…


Sakura…