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Title: What You Wanted
A/N: Inspired partially by 693 and partially with an idea I’ve been toying around with for a few weeks now. Hope y’all enjoy it.
The first time he saw her after he and Naruto made it back to the main battlefield, the area was a giant flurry of movement. The noise coming from the remaining members of the alliance was deafening. The mixture of shouts of joy and of sorrow, paired with the sounds of crying and retching provided a sickening feeling to the chaos around them.
It took members of the alliance several minutes before they acknowledged the pair, limping through the madness. Sasuke had Naruto’s arm slung over his shoulder as he dragged his heavy feet forward. The moron was simply smiling, eyes closed and face bloodied. The moment someone called out his name Naruto finally opened his eyes—still smiling, always smiling—and gave a thumbs up to the stranger who seemed to recognize him.
Echoes of “Naruto” quickly sounded through the giant crowd and before Sasuke could brace himself for it, they were bombarded by dozens of shinobi, some laughing, some with tears in their eyes, but all of them smiling.
He remembers clenching his fist uncomfortably at the feeling of having so many strangers so close to him; the pain on his palm where his yin seal lay was almost excruciating, but he tried to ignore it as he maneuvered Naruto and himself to where a few random ninja were leading them.
He saw Kakashi before he saw anyone else. The man was sitting against a large stone, leaning backward and allowing some random medical-ninja take a look at him. When Kakashi caught sight of the two he did not stand, nor did he call out to them. He simply made eye contact with them and nodded.
Sasuke was sure that he was smiling underneath that damn mask of his.
When he saw her, she was still unconscious, lying on some sort of tarp that had been laid down on the ground. There were a few ninja he didn’t recognize fluttering around her, most likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
Sasuke didn’t even look at Naruto as he felt some medic-nin’s literally take him off his hands. Better someone else drag the blonde around than him.
“Where is Tsunade-sama?” he heard one panicked voice ask as he slowly moved forward.
“Someone go find the Hokage, now!” another voice commanded, firmer, less startled; more experienced Sasuke assumed.
The distressed squabbling came to an abrupt halt as Sasuke approached. A few of them looked at him in fear, but all of them regarded him with tense confusion.
“Move,” Sasuke ordered. It was the first word he’d uttered since the end of his and Naruto’s battle, and the scratchiness in his voice only made his command sound more intimidating.
Reluctantly, most of the medics moved out of the way, all but one. A blonde man that Sasuke vaguely recognized.
Cloud nin, Sasuke thought, regarding the man’s vest. And then with a sick taste in his mouth the recognition hit him. Iron country was the first and last time he’d seen this man.
So when he refused to leave Sakura’s side, Sasuke understood. He was one of the few ninjas that had seen Sasuke in his demented, frenzied, blood-thirsty state. So when the man lifted his arm toward Sasuke, fingertips glowing dangerously with what he could only assume where chakra scalpels, he paused, mere feet from Sakura, and met the man’s dark eyes with his own.
“Move,” Sasuke repeated.
“The Hokage is on her way. Do not touch her.”
“I’m fixing it.”
“No you’re not—“
“I did this,” Sasuke admitted, frustration building slowly. “So move.”
When the cloud-nin still did not budge, Sasuke sighed. Focusing on a few pebbles that lay on the ground on Sakura’s opposite side, he used the little bit of chakra he had left and teleported himself to her side.
Too quick for the man to react in time, Sasuke reached his hand out steadily and allowed a few of his fingertips to rest on Sakura’s forehead. It only took a few seconds, and by the time the blonde man had turned around and pointed his hand at him—fingers mere centimeters from Sasuke’s temple—Sasuke was already done.
Fingers lingering for half a second too long, Sasuke couldn’t help but brush his fingertips against the diamond-shaped seal on her forehead.
Strength, Sasuke reminded himself, it’s meaning clear to all who looked at it. But as he eyed the dried tears covering her cheeks he knew that sometimes physical strength only got you so far.