Because his dream is more significant ...


As if frozen to the ground, it stuck to the ledge on which it had come to a standstill hours before.
Her eyes followed the movements of those young shinobi who called themselves friends - best friends - 4 years ago.

What happened burned itself deeply into her memories, did not allow her to intervene, but still let her experience every blow, every blow, every nin-jutsu firsthand, because she knew exactly what those blows and kicks, these sword blows and throwing knives felt like when they severed the human skin, bursting blood vessels and causing unsightly hematomas or deep cuts to form that would subsequently accompany the shinobi's body as scars for the rest of his life.
She knew how broken the two of them were breaking their bodies with this fight.
She was a doctor, medic-nin, and was therefore familiar with all the injuries a shinobi or a kunoichi could suffer.

Her pale pink hair swirled around her tear-streaked face as she shook her head to finally think clearly again.
Because her thoughts were hazy. Clouded with old memories, of a carefree time in which she was a know-it-all Kunoichi who raved about an unreachable boy and had no idea about real life and its pain, memories when everything was still "okay". Even if she had already described the times as unbearable and worrying.
But in contrast to the times and the events that were upon her now, the time when she had just finished the academy and had formed the 7th team under Kakashi's leadership with Sasuke and Naruto had been a carefree time in which she had often dreamed of a future together with the Uchiha.
All of that was over now ...Tears continued to creep their way down her cheeks, dripping onto the hard, dark stone, which, viewed from a distance, represented an oversized image of the former founder of Konoha-Gakure.
Her sobs were drowned out by the ripping sound of the waterfall, which flowed into a huge river directly in front of her, dragging loose stones and rubble with it into the infinite depths. She smiled weakly when she heard the loud voices of her teammates at the time softly through the roaring sound of the clear water.
So Kakashi-sensei was right. They would put an end to ithereat the place where they had heralded the beginning of the end back then.
A loud and ripping bang tore the young Kunoichi from her thoughts of a better world and let her instantly wake up from her stupor.

Her body sank to the ground, her hands tried to claw into the rock, she screwed up her eyes, felt a deep pain when she opened them again shortly afterwards.

With a slightly swaying movement she got up, concentrated her chakra on the soles of her feet, ran down the steep slope and hit the ground marked with large and small boulders with a thud.
Carefully and still slightly dazed, she got up, put one foot in front of the other, bumped the brownish stones once in a while until she finally dropped to her knees again.

How could the two idiots be so stupid? They knew how strong their counterpart had been. They had known his weaknesses but also his strengths, had recognized the motives, kept them deep inside, and still only followed their individual goal ...

She was alone. She was the only one who had noticed, suspected or feared the departure and the meeting of the two. Only she was here to help them ...Or not to help ...

As heavy as her heart felt at the thought, she could only help one ...
Only for one of the two would her chakra and the time be sufficient to save the respective life.
She swallowed, wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, looked at them both. Looked at her blond, naive, but best friend, before then looked at the black-haired man with cloudy eyes. At this moment his Juin withdrew completely, finally allowing her a glimpse of the true face of her crush, the one who had hurt, ignored and repeatedly referred to as annoying and annoying.
She saw the wounds he had suffered in spite of the Juin, saw all the blood that was collecting under and next to him.

Her gaze slid back to Naruto. Slipped to that shinobi who had so much to do in his life, who had not let himself be guided by a useless and idiotic goal in life, even if there were certainly some who described his goal of becoming Ho-Kage as pointless and unattainable.
But she believed in him. She believed in his willpower. His wounds were also severe, but not as severe as those of the Uchiha, who stood much closer to the border between the here and now, whereby Naruto was therefore not out of danger.

Tears ran down her face again. Obscured their view of the lifeless and blood-stained bodies of those people whom they both did not want to miss.
And despite this feeling of not being able to live without one of the two, she would soon have to.

She leaned over the scarred and heavily bleeding body of Sasuke, which now that he noticed a hectic breathing near his face, mobilized all his strength, maybe for the last time to be able to look at someone who was worried about him, even if they The decision to save his[/i]life and give up that of hisbestfriend would not come true ...His otherwise cold eyes met the tear-veiled eyes of Sakura, whereby even his now gave off a powerless, almost lifeless impression.
"Sa-Sakura ...," he choked out and suppressed the choking of the blood that had accumulated in his organs.
Tears now wet his face, but they weren't his own. Sakura - she wept for him who had hurt her to the core of her heart.
In excruciating pain, the Uchiha raised his hand, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, looked at the clear liquid that was now slowly dripping down from his fingertip and now mixed with his blood.

"Sasuke-kun ... I-I'm sorry ... I don't want to lose you ... And yet I m-have to e-it ... Because ... because ..."
She broke off, averted her gaze from the black-haired man, looked at the blonde Chaosnin, who was breathing irregularly, but who had a little more time to survive thanks to the Kyuubi chakra.
Sasuke had followed her gaze slowly, understood, closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them again after a short time to be able to look into her green eyes.
Sakura felt his hand on hers. She looked at him sufferingly. Tried to hold back her grief, but she couldn't. Something in her choked her air, only let her breathe haltingly until ...
... until she heard his voice, which echoed in her ear, briefly made everything appear "okay" again.
"Sakura ...," he choked out again in deep pain, "It's ... it's okay ... you don't have to ... explain anything ... to me ... help him ... hurry ...!"

She nodded silently, bundled her chakra, healed her blonde teammate as best she could - through her inner conflict - fluctuating chakra.
It took a while, but she was able to stabilize his condition. Slowly the deep, life-threatening wounds closed. Panting, crying and desperate, she turned to the bleeding Uchiha, who seemed to have almost completely escaped his last life energies.The black-haired man felt her breath again, heard her sobbing.
And again he opened his deep black eyes that had always fascinated her for as long as she could remember. She just couldn't help it, she had to hug him, feel his closeness, breathe his scent and lock it in her heart as an everlasting memory. She sobbed, pressed his body against hers, felt his hand run down her back, tried to calm her down, to be able to take some of her grief away.

She smiled weakly, searched and found his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Sa-Sasuke-kun. I wish I-I would have-rather interfered ... B-But somehow I was-I was paralyzed ... I shouldn't have come here alone ... should ... Had I ... somehow- took someone with you ... then ... then h-could you both have survived ... "

Her words almost tore his heart frozen in stone. What was he doing again? No matter what he did - or rather, had done, he had injured his fellow human beings and above all hisfriends, exposed to constant mental anguish, which now that his last breaths probably won't be too long let wait, would also find no end ...
"I'm ... sorry, Sasuke-kun ... I didn't want to ... leave you ... to your wounds ... but ... Naruto ... he ... his ... dream ... he ... he is ..."
"... more important ... than mine ... right?"
Startled, the pink-haired stared at the Uchiha, then nodded as a sign that he was right and hugged him tighter again.
"I'm t-I'm sorry!", She sobbed into his shoulder, startled when he spoke the following words, almost hesitatingly:
"Is ... already ... okay ... you ... h-you ... made the right ... decision. He ... he should ... achieve ... his goal ... revenge ... was not a good life-purpose ... He ... has me ... and you ... unnecessarily ... hurt ... especiallyyou... Sa-Sakura ... "When he said her name, he looked deep into her eyes one last time ...
"T-do me a ... Ge ... favor ... Forget ... forget me and ... and ... all the ... the pain ... you ... that you had to go through because of me ..."

"NO!"
Without changing an expression, he looked at her out of his clouded eyes.
"That ... I can't ... No matter how much you hurt me ... you ... you ... will always ... really always ... have a place in ... in my heart, Sasuke-kun. Always, do you hear?"
Tears dripped down her chin, her fine hair fell into her face, obscuring the view of her tear-streaked face marked by sadness and despair.

She looked at him, did not even look at him, formed her very own - last - memory of him, who now looked at her with a slight smile, moved his lips and a faint, barely audible ...
"Arigatou ... Sakura-chan ..."
... spoke and then closed his eyes accompanied by the roaring noise of the waterfall and the desperate and helpless sobs of the pink-haired people.

…forever…



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