[ Again, he throws himself out of the way, this time to avoid a blow he can't be sure isn't aimed for him. And again, her words slam into him with a force that takes his breath away. He really can't avoid it, can he? There's no backing away from this knowledge, no way to deny the truth with any kind of conviction. There's nothing else she could mean, after all, and nothing else that would fit the rest of the picture.
Sasuke, at some point in the future, leaves the village. He doesn't know how or why, at least he can't be sure of the why, but he will leave, and if Sakura's reaction is anything to go by, it does not go well. He wishes he could say he wouldn't do something like leave, but Sasuke knows himself. If it was the only way he could defeat Itachi, no matter the cost--
He doesn't have any more time to process before Sakura is dropping to one knee, her breathing more labored than it should be. His gaze snaps to her, and it doesn't take a genius to realize she's sick. Really sick. ]
Sakura!
[ He rushes towards her, heedless of any other attack that might come his way. He's reaching for his healing magic before he's even reached her side, this time with desperation. For once he's glad he was given healing magic over some of the more offensive possibilities. If he didn't--well. He doesn't want to think about that. ]
What's wrong? Why--[ His gaze shifts to the remains of his camp, scanning for her familiar. The mongoose had been acting weird before Sakura appeared, maybe...]
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Sasuke, at some point in the future, leaves the village. He doesn't know how or why, at least he can't be sure of the why, but he will leave, and if Sakura's reaction is anything to go by, it does not go well. He wishes he could say he wouldn't do something like leave, but Sasuke knows himself. If it was the only way he could defeat Itachi, no matter the cost--
He doesn't have any more time to process before Sakura is dropping to one knee, her breathing more labored than it should be. His gaze snaps to her, and it doesn't take a genius to realize she's sick. Really sick. ]
Sakura!
[ He rushes towards her, heedless of any other attack that might come his way. He's reaching for his healing magic before he's even reached her side, this time with desperation. For once he's glad he was given healing magic over some of the more offensive possibilities. If he didn't--well. He doesn't want to think about that. ]
What's wrong? Why--[ His gaze shifts to the remains of his camp, scanning for her familiar. The mongoose had been acting weird before Sakura appeared, maybe...]