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A/N: Ok peoples! Here is the second and final installment of "What Hurts the Most"! I know most must have not expected this, but HA! I wrote this because so many asked for it and the fact that I didn't feel like leaving loose ends in the first installment. Sasuke is still like all depressed and crying and stuff… pansy. And he is still my Yaoi sex slave… along with Itachi, but he won't be in this story. Sorry fangirls but alas, he is too busy making Sasuke cry for me. NO! YOU DIRTY FANGIRLS! Itachi is beating Sasuke up… It's rather humorous to watch… Teehee. Anyway… ON WITH THE FIC!

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Flashback

/Lyrics/

Dream

FYI: The flashbacks featured are in complete random order. So if you get confused, that's why.

My Immortal

/ I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone /

"Let me show you what I mean." Said the blonde.

Before the Uchiha could react, his sunshine had pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes widened as the blonde's lips met his, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his mouth. After relaxing, he began to kiss back with as much enthusiasm as the smaller body before him. Wrapping his arms around the Uchihas' neck, the blonde braced himself against the other mans larger form. As he nipped at the smaller mans lower lip, he let his hands wonder the expanse of soaked body pressed flush against him. Grasping the blondes' ass, he thrust his tongue in the open mouth that was presented. His appendage explored the vast cavern, tasting and memorizing every inch. Soon, they parted for air. They still stayed close, their panting breaths brushing over the others lips. He stared into his sunshine's bright blue eyes. What he saw, he would never forget. A feeling of belonging washed over his body like the rain. A true smile found its way to his face for the first time in years. He was happy, he would never be alone again.

He clung tightly to his blonde, not wanting to ever let him go. Fisting his fingers in the fabric of the blondes coat, he began to cry again. But these were not tears of sadness, but joy. He was so overwhelmed with emotion at seeing his blonde again, he couldn't keep it all inside him. He calmed when he felt his sunshine's arms leave him, dropping to his sides. Loosening his grip on the coat, the Uchiha began to feel the front of his shirt and his sleeves becoming soaked. It had stopped raining a while ago and their cloths had dried, so why were his suddenly soaked? Then, the blonde's body began to tremble. Before pulling from the embrace to see why, he heard his sunshine whisper.

"I'm sorry Sasuke. I'm really sorry."

His breath stopped in his throat, not understanding what his sunshine was sorry for. Releasing the blonde, he took a step back, all thoughts had vanished. Blood covered the front of his sunshine, flowing from several wounds, some wasn't even his. Tears fell silently from his cobalt eyes as he gazed at the dobe. Soon, black eyes met blue, but it wasn't the normal, bright blue the blonde's eyes were, but a dull blue, almost lifeless. A single tear escaped those dead eyes, cleaning the blood in its wake.

"I'm so sorry Sasuke, I broke my promise. I never came back. Please forgive me…" The dobe's voice trailed off.

His eyes widened in shock as the image of the blonde before him shattered into a million pieces. He reached foreword to try and grasp the image, but he was cut by the shards. Suddenly, the ground he had been standing on crumbled beneath him. He fell in silence, no scream escaping from his gaping mouth. He fell forever, seeing no end to the void. Then, he stopped falling, just stopped. Looking around, he found himself back in the white abyss, the same place he had seen his love vanish from. Looking around frantically, he found nothing but emptiness. No one was there like last time. He was alone. All alone, soaked in his sunshine's blood.

/ These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much
That time cannot erase /

Blood red eyes shot open in a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Beads of sweat fell down ivory skin as ebony locks clung to the falling drops. Body tense and breathing heavy, he shot up to a sitting position. Panting frantically, trying to calm his hyped up nerves, his Sharingan eyes scanned the black room. Everything was just as he had left it when he had entered his world of memories. His panting finally calming, his frazzled nerves bringing him down from the adrenaline high, his red eyes turned back to black. Running white fingers through his sweat-drenched hair, he sighed. Turning his attention to the other side of the large bed, looking for his sunshine, his heart dropped. The other side was undisturbed, as it had been for years. The cloth there was cold to his touch. His lower lip quivered, it had all been a dream. Tears forming in his blood shot eyes as he came back to reality. The tears feel down his cheeks in silence, he refused to believe it was a dream. Throwing the covers from his body, he rushed to the window. Pulling back the blinds, he found nothing but rain. The tears fell faster, his chest heaving, it couldn't be true. He could have sworn he was just at the grave, kissing his sunshine. It was so real, it had to have been real.

Placing the pads of his fingers on the glass, he flinched at the cold. Watching the rain fall, he laid his forehead against the cold surface. The tears warm on his frigid skin. Nails scrapped on the surface of the window as his fingers clenched into a fist. He pounded the pane, not knowing why. His teeth clenched, glancing out the window once more, he returned to his bed. He laid there for what, to him, felt like hours. Doing nothing but staring into space, trying to believe his dream was real. Raising himself, he threw the now soaked pillow across the room, hearing it collide with the wall. Reaching under the pillow next to him, he pulled out a bright orange jacket that was the last reminder of his blonde sunshine. Bringing the cloth close to him, tears fell anew. Holding it tightly to his chest, he buried his face in the orange fabric that smelled of his love. Tears fell to the cloth, making it wet as well. Not caring, he continued to cry. In his mind, he was crying on his sunshine's shoulder, while his love gently rubbed his back to calm him. He knew it wasn't real, but it was enough to stop his tears.

/ When you cried
I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream
I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand
Through all of these years
But you still have
All of me /

The songs of birds echoed through the bright green forests that surrounded the village of Konoha. The nearly cloudless sky was bright blue behind his eyelids. He lay in the grass, just relaxing in the spring air. The sun felt good against his ivory skin, having been under house arrest for the past year. A slight breeze filtered through the trees, ruffling the grass. The blades tickled what portions of his skin that were exposed. Sighing, he silently drifted to sleep. Still aware of his surroundings but very much asleep. He laid there for hours, just enjoying life and everything it provided when he felt a familiar chakra approach. Cracking one cobalt eye open when a shadow fell over him, a smirk found its way to his face. Opening both eyes, he found himself staring into the bright blue eyes of the blonde dobe who had brought him back to Konoha one year before, kicking and screaming. The dobe smiled down at him, his blue eyes filled with happiness at seeing that the Uchiha was still around.

"What do you want dobe?" Asked the dark avenger.

The blonde just smiled. Sitting up, he found that the blonde was holding something behind his back. He raised an eyebrow in question. His smile growing wider, the blonde showed him a new head band. Now he was really confused.

"It's for you!" Said the blonde, happily.

"Nani?"

"I just talked to Tsunade-baachan! She told me that she and the council forgive what you did, running away and all, and that you can be a Konoha shinobi again!" The dobe's blue eyes brightened.

He stared at the head band a moment, not knowing whether to take it or remain a civilian. Raising his gaze to the blonde, his answer came. The look of unrelenting hope on the blondes face broke him. His smirk turning into a smile, he grabbed the head band from the blonde and put it on. The smile on the dobe's face widened beyond belief. After the head band was secure, he turned back to his friend. No words could express the happiness the blonde felt, and he knew this. Suddenly, he found himself colliding with the ground, a very, very happy shinobi hugging the life from him. This was one of the many things he liked about the blonde, he was always happy. It seemed that nothing could change that. Managing to remove the much smaller man from him, he sat back up. The blonde laughed, falling back on to the ground. He just stared at the blonde, not fully understanding what was so funny but just letting it slide. A smirk found its way to his face again as he watched the dobe.

"Oh man Sasuke!" The blonde began as he sat up. "It's gonna be just like old times! You, me and Sakura Going on missions. Kicking ass! And… Eating Ramen!" He pumped his fist into the air at the last one.

He shook his head at the dobe's antics. "Only you like Ramen."

"True! But, it's something we used to do! Therefore, I include it!" Shouted the blonde.

"Naruto…"

"Yeah Sasuke?"

"You're such a dobe."

"I am not! You take that back Sasuke-Teme!"

Shaking his head, he stood and began to walk away from the blonde, knowing full well that the dobe would follow him. Just as expected, the other man soon fell into step behind him. Indeed, it already felt like the old days, back when they were just genin. Before he had run to the snake bastard. Before everything, it felt good. He still couldn't say for certain why he stayed, but he knew it had something to do with the blonde walking behind him. How could he lie to himself, it was all because of the blonde. Though he kept it secret out of fear of rejection, he had always had strong feelings for the dobe. He hoped that one day he would drum up the courage to tell him his feelings, but he was afraid. Hard to believe but yes, the great Uchiha was afraid of the blonde's reaction. That alone is what kept him from saying it, and that reason tore him up inside.

/ You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life
You left behind /

Silence echoed through the hollow apartment, the only sound was the rain falling outside the broken windows. Shuffling sounded as the person in the apartment with him moved some things so to clean under them. He sat on the windowsill, cobalt eyes closed. He really didn't want to be where he was, but he felt he had to, for his dobe. Opening his eyes, he watched the pink haired girl as she stuffed more trash into a bag in the far corner. As she walked back to the pile she was working on, her gaze met his. They stared at each other a moment, black to green. A silent agreement not to speak was made then. She then returned to her work, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. He knew she didn't want to be here as much as him and the only reason their sensei got out of helping was because he was on another mission at the moment.

As he sat, his thoughts drifted to the day that was fast approaching, the funeral. He knew all the people were sharing his wish for it to not come. There was a debate going on amongst the shinobi and the Hokage, as to what he will be dressed in. The shinobi say he should be buried in Hokage's robes. The old witch agrees with them, stating that he had been her first choice for her successor. But a good portion of the villagers say he should just be burned, a burial fitting a demon they say. He agreed with the shinobi, his dobe was no demon.

"Sasuke?" Came the chocking voice of the pink haired girl.

He looked to find she had finished her task. Tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Yeah Sakura?"

"I finished cleaning, you ready to start on the repairs?"

"No, you're to busy crying."

"Gomen, I just can't help it." She lowered her head. "It's just so hard to believe… to think he's gone." The tears fell faster. "That's he's never coming back. It hurts Sasuke, it hurts so much." She began sobbing.

"Perhaps we should wait for Kakashi sensei." He suggested to the distraught girl.

She nodded her head in agreement, taking a seat in one of the dining chairs. Silence took hold of the room once more. Both retreated into their thoughts. They sat for an hour or two, not surprised at how long it was taking their sensei to finish his mission. Sighing, he sealed his eyes and submitted to slumber. Ever since his dobe died, he had not slept at all. His cat nap was dreamless, not even an image of the blonde to comfort him. Silent sobbing awoke him from his much needed rest. Looking over toward the pink haired girl, he found her crying to herself. Aware she was being watched, she looked to the Uchiha.

"It feels just like yesterday that Naruto was running around Konoha shouting about how he was gonna become Hokage." She began, fighting her tears. "I didn't think I'd miss him this much. Maybe it's cuz I know he's not coming back this time." She paused and looked at him. "You miss him too, don't you Sasuke?"

He stayed silent a moment. "Hai, I miss him Sakura." 'More than anyone will ever know.' He added in his mind. He blinked away a single tear from his cobalt eye.

/ Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me /

Thunder shook the house as the rain berated the city outside, as it had since the sun had set for the last time. The power had been thrown out days ago, candles glowed in the windows of the village. He sat in silence, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain. Lulled to a trance by the soft beat. His mind filled with images he remembered fondly, images of his sunshine. His eyes snapped open, tears threatening them. He refused to close his eyes, for when he did, the smile that brought him so much joy haunted him. Taunted him, downed him. Though he missed the blonde so much it hurt, he couldn't bear to think of him, not just yet. He still blamed himself for his loves death. After all, it was his fault. If he had been stronger, the blonde would not have had to fight that snake bastard and get himself killed. It was all his fault. And that was what he heard when he saw his love when he closed his eyes. It hurt him to think this but he thought it just the same.

Standing from his seat, he walked to the bathroom. Removing his shirt and turning on the faucet, he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were raw from his constant crying. Cupping his hands under the fall of running water, he continually splashed his face. Hoping the coldness of the liquid would keep him awake. He turned off the water and dried his hands and face. Before stepping back into his room, he heard a knock at the door. Not bothering to get a shirt on, he walked down the stairs to the main hall. Unlocking the door, he opened it to find the pink haired girl. She was soaked. Stepping aside to let her in, he locked the door behind her. He followed her into the living room, where he sat in his usual chair. Silence consumed the room, the girl not knowing what to say. She looked toward him to start speaking when her eyes widened.

"Sasuke? What's happened to you?"

Not understanding what she was talking about, he followed her gaze to his unclothed upper body. For the first time, he noticed how thin he was. He was no longer made of muscle, but skin and bone. He wasn't as thin as some people he had seen but he was still thin. You could see several of his ribs and his shoulders were bulging more then they used to. He supposed this was because of his lack of eating. He was just never hungry. Looking up at the pink haired girl, finding her with a shocked and mortified expression on her face, he answered her.

"I haven't been hungry lately, so I haven't been eating." He stated calmly.

"You what! Sasuke! You have to eat!" She shouted at him.

"Why should I eat if I'm not even hungry Sakura?" He asked.

"Because, you'll starve to death if you don't!" She stood as she shouted. "Do you really want to die Sasuke?" She asked.

"Death sounds pretty good right now." He whispered.

"I can't believe this Sasuke, I'm going to get Tsunade. She'll straighten you out!" She turned to walk out the door.

"Did you not hear? Tsunade has no authority over me anymore. I resigned, I'm not a ninja anymore." He stated as he stared out the window.

She paused, and turned towards him. Unshed tears in her eyes.

"Why Sasuke?"

"It's not important to me anymore."

"Not even becoming strong to kill Itachi?" She asked, her voice filled with hope.

"No, nothing matters to me anymore." He whispered. 'Nothing except being with my love.' He added in his mind.

"Fine, if death is so precious to you, you can die alone and rot in hell!" She shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her.

/ These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much
That time cannot erase /

He sat alone in his room, a kunai in hand. He had just gotten home from the hospital only a few hours before. Self loathing had set in a few days before, digging deeper into his soul. He tightened his grip on the weapon as his thoughts returned self loathing. Bringing his tear filled gaze to the blade, a need unlike any he had ever felt filled his body. Pushing up the sleeve of his left arm, he stared at the pale skin. Breathing deeply, he placed the blade of the kunai to the soft skin of his arm. '3… 2… 1...' He thought to himself. Then, searing pain filled his very soul with satisfaction. He opened his eyes to look at what he had done. The kunai laid on the floor, drops of blood on the blade. Blood flowed down his arm, filling the grim hunger that had once consumed him. After a moment, he stood from his seat and bandaged the wound, so he wouldn't get blood everywhere. He picked up the disowned weapon and hid it in his bed side table drawer, for later use.

He sat on his bed in silence, his arm throbbing. Regret suddenly washed over him. What had he been thinking? He didn't understand why he had just willingly hurt himself. All he knew was that he felt a little better. Sure it was stupid, but he felt better. Sighing, he laid down. He stared at the ceiling, watching the light from the candles dance across the surface. Sighing again, he began to rub the bandaged arm, a dull throbbing pain emanating from the self inflicted wound. As he lay there, sleeplessness consumed him. His eyes fell shut and his breathing calmed. A small, but ever present smile found its way to his lips through his dreaming mind. Tears began to well up behind his eyelids, spilling out and trailing down his pale cheek. Suddenly, his breathing raged, his fingers dug into the wound on his arm. He shot up, wide awake. Throwing himself from the bed, he grabbed the kunai from the drawer. Looking at the blade a moment, he made his decision. Laying the blade against the soft flesh of the same arm he wounded earlier, he cut. Slice after slice, wound after wound. Drops of blood fell to the floor like silent tears of a shattered soul. Dropping the blade, he sat in silence, not caring about the repercussions of his actions, only his need to feel better.

/ When you cried
I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream
I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand
Through all of these years
But you still have
All of me /

Smoke settled over the battlefield, leaving the destruction open to the eye. Craters scattered the once natural forest. The ground covered with scorch marks. Kunai and shuriken lay across the vast terrain. The climactic battle that was fought here had found its end, as the two participants lay feet from each other, completely exhausted. He lay on his back, staring at the cloud covered sky. Questions flew through his weary mind. None had an answer. He couldn't feel his arms, they lay limply at his sides. His legs were so sore, even the thought of moving them brought him pain. He bled from several wounds and his jaw was broken. Looking to his left hand, he found the skin scorched, from the several Chidori he had used against his opponent who lay only a few feet from him. Looking past his hand, he saw him. The blonde hair a dead give away. The blonde lay on his front, face against the ground. The red chakra of the Kyubi had dissipated long ago, leaving the dobe, his skin burned and in pain. Staring at the boy, he still couldn't believe he had bested him. The blonde dobe had beaten him in the end. He was soon brought from his thoughts by the sound of something moving.

Looking back to the blonde, he found him on the move. Using only one hand, the other arm broken, he was crawling towards the Uchiha. He stared in amazement. 'Even after the beating I gave him and the injuries from the demon's chakra, he can still move? Perhaps I will never be stronger than him.' He thought as the blonde drew closer. He found himself lost in the sea of the blondes blue eyes as they stared at each other. Then, the boy continued to amaze him. Pushing his upper body off the ground, he made a move to sit next to the Uchiha, and he did. Despite the injuries to his legs, which probably hurt more now, he sat there, staring down at the raven haired teen. His blue eyes filled with many emotions: Sadness, joy, relief, anger, regret, understanding and lastly, forgiveness. Tears began to fall from those blue eyes, appearing to him that the blondes' eyes had been broken open and their color was falling out. He would have said something at this moment, had his jaw not been broken. But, he didn't need to, the dobe did for him.

"Sasuke, whose dead last now? Surly it's not me anymore. After all, I just beat you, right?" The blonde reached foreword and grasped his left arm, raising it and his body up off the scarred ground. Laying his arm across the back of his shoulders, the blonde began to try and stand. Actually succeeding, again, he was amazed. Before they began to move, the blonde began to speak again. "You should know by now Sasuke, when I say I'm gonna do something, I mean it. I was never going to give up on you, no matter what you said. I made a promise to not just Sakura, but to everyone including myself that I would bring you back." The blonde winced as he stepped on his ankle wrong, but then he continued. "Whether that meant breaking both your arms and legs, dragging you back kicking and screaming, or even dieing, it didn't matter. I was gonna keep my promise, cuz that's my ninja way." He stopped walking a moment to breath, exhaustion was starting to set in, the Uchiha could tell. Despite what the blonde was probably thinking, he was listening to every word. Each one engraved itself into his memory.

They started moving again and the blonde continued. "I don't care whether or not you want to go back, you're going. I worked to hard to lose you now." He paused, the raven wondered why. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy, going this far to bring you back. To them, you're a lost cause, but I don't care. I would go to the ends of the earth to bring you back. If you ever pull this again, I can guarantee that I will follow you, and bring you back every time. I will do that because, Sasuke, you're my most precious person." This shocked him, he was someone's most precious person, even though he had attempted to kill said person, he still cared. That struck something deep inside the raven. "You were the first person to truly acknowledge me, and I pushed myself to be just like you. You matter the most to me, you're my best friend Sasuke. And you always will be." He felt warm inside, someone cared about him.

"I wonder if the people of Konoha will be happy that I brought you back. I hope so. But I will say this, just to get it out in the open." He wondered what could be so important. "If they sentence you to death, cuz you're a missing nin, then I'll die along with you, that much I promise." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And if Orochimaru comes after you again, I'll kill the bastard or die trying." Shock dulled away all his pain. "I won't let anyone take you away from me again, Sasuke, not even yourself." Tears threatened his eyes, true warmth filling his heart at the dobe's words. But dread filled him as the gates of Konoha loomed in the distance.

/ I've tried so hard
To tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along /

He shifted, lying on his side, the jacket still held tightly to his chest. The scars on his arms were throbbing at the memory of their creation. Tears spilled from his eyes, falling silently to his soaked pillow. He opened his eyes slowly, watching silently as his fuzzy vision came into focus. He did not know how long he had been asleep, whether it had been hours or days. All he knew was that he was still tired, so tired. His eyelids were heavy, so heavy. His breaths were shallow, his body stiff. Tears still fell from his eyes. His grip on the jacket tightened as he curled his stiff body into a ball. A whisper ghosted from his lips, not even he knew what he said. His eyes sealed shut once he stopped moving, his exhaustion setting in. His world turned dark, he couldn't see a thing. Then, he was a dot of light. It soon grew larger, coming towards him. Soon, it became so bright, he was blinded by it. Sealing his eyes, covering his face, he tried to block it out.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an all too familiar place, The White Abyss as he now called it. He was all alone, like several times before. Looking down, he saw the same chains that always bound his wrists and ankles to the vast nothingness. Letting his arms drop to his sides, he stood alone. He shifted, the chain links rattled, there was no echo. He sighed, not understanding why he was there. Then, he heard what sounded like metal cracking. Looking to the chains on his wrists and ankles, they shattered, the pieces vanishing into oblivion. His eyes widened, not understanding what just happened. Then, he felt someone's eyes one him. Raising his gaze, he met the sight of bright blue eyes and sun kissed blonde hair. Standing before him was his sunshine, a large fox smile on his whiskered face.

"Hey Teme." The blonde said, still smiling.

He remained silent.

"I've been waiting for you. I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting." His smile faded as he stared at the raven.

"Nar…Naruto?" He asked in shock.

"Yeah Teme, it's me." He paused. "You didn't have to rush yourself, I would have waited an eternity here for you. But I'm so happy you're here now, I've missed you so much." The blonde then pulled him close and embraced him. After a moment, he returned the embrace, a genuine smile on his face.

"Dobe, I love you."

"Teme, I love you more."

/ When you cried
I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream
I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand
Through all of these years
But you still have
All of me /

"Sasuke! Please open the door!" Shouted the pink haired girl as she pounded her fist against the wood. She had come to visit her down trodden friend, hoping to cheer him up. She wanted to tell him her wonderful news. Pausing her pounding, she laid a hand on her stomach, it protruded slightly. She smiled down at her unborn child. Raising her gaze back to the door, she began to pound again, she wanted inside before her and her baby caught cold from the rain. Soon realizing that the Uchiha wasn't coming to the door, she ran to the window along the front of the house, the living room one. Peaking through, she couldn't see him anywhere. From what she knew, he was always sitting in the living room, looking out the window. But he wasn't there, it was empty. Just as she was about to break open the window, damn the consequences, a familiar voice stopped her.

"Sakura, what are you doing?"

"Ohayo Kakashi-sensei, I'm just looking for Sasuke. He isn't in his favorite chair and the door is locked." She stated as she walked toward the gray haired man.

"So you were going to break the window? In your current condition, I don't think Lee would approve." He said as he looked at her protruding belly.

"Ano, I don't care. It's not like Sasuke to not come to the door when he knows it's me. I'm worried." She stared at the door.

"Same, usually when I get close, he opens it without me having to knock." The gray haired shinobi looked at the door. "I'll get us in, something has to be wrong." He grasped the door handle, and pulled. Effectively breaking the lock and opening the door.

Stepping inside, they found the house empty. Dust covered everything. The kitchen looked unused, and the living room unlived in. Finding the stairs, the pink haired girl ascended them while the gray haired nin continued to search the first floor. Finding the first floor completely untouched prior to their arrival, he followed the kunoichi's lead and walked up stairs. Finding that she had opened most of the up stair doors on one side, he began work on the other side. Just as with the lower level, all rooms were untouched. He couldn't even open one door, finding it nailed shut. 'Itachi's room.' He thought to himself. Finally, he came to the last door, at the end of the hall. Grasping the handle, a feeling of dread washed over him. Not heeding his body's warnings, he opened the last door. The scent of death rushed through the small space between the door and its frame, hitting him with such a force. Placing a hand over his masked nose, he opened the door all the way. Horror shown in his one eye, his feet frozen to the floor.

The pink haired girl came up behind him, to tell him the Uchiha was no where to be found. But, upon seeing her former sensei's face, she knew he had found him. Following the gray haired man's gaze, shock filled her being. Stepping forward, into the room, her vantage point became better. A hand shot to cover and prevent the gasp that was desperately trying to escape her throat. There, lying curled up on the bed, was the raven. His body nothing but skin and bone, his cloths hung loosely on his still frame. His skin was white, but had spots of purple around his eyes. His chest was still. Held tightly in his boney hands was the jacket that their lost teammate had left him with. Upon closer inspection, she found that the pillow his head lay on was soaked with tears. Trying to find one ray of hope, she placed her fingers on the leathery skin of his neck and hunted for a pulse. Her world collapsed when she found none.

Tears fell from her eyes as she turned to speak to her former sensei.

"Sasuke's dead, he just withered away." She paused to collect herself. "Judging from the texture of his skin and its coloration, it's only been about an hour or so. He died in his sleep it looks like." She paused again. "I told him he would starve to death. I told him!"

"Sakura…" Came the hushed voice of the gray haired man.

"What Kakashi-sensei?" She asked, anger and sadness in her voice.

"Not eating isn't what killed him."

"Then what did?" She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"A broken heart." He pointed at the jacket to emphasize his point.

Understanding what he meant, she turned to leave. The gray haired shinobi followed. They reported this to the Hokage, who wasn't at all surprised. She had suspected from the start that this was how it would end. Preparations for his funeral commenced. After his body was removed from the bed, it was cremated. The Uchiha district was closed off to everyone due to its only resident's death. The funeral was silent, not everyone knew how the heir had died, only that he was dead. Silence, true silence, covered the city, for on that day it didn't rain. A grave marker was placed next to that of the blondes, fore they knew that was what he would have wanted. Upon the stone it read, "Sasuke Uchiha. A life filled with loss, may he now rest in peace along side the one he died for." Flowers were left daily, everyone mourning the loss. Unbeknownst to them, the fox and raven were smiling down upon them, bringing the village and their friends happiness for years to come.