I decided I had to add another chapter. Okay. I think this could be the last one. Don't cry.

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They showed up at sunset. After a day of toiling and trying and hurting and fucking bleeding for a cause it had been for naught. The people want his blood, Tsunade had said with a sigh. They will tear this city apart until they get what they want. Sakura had noted with grim satisfaction that coils of silvery white hair were lying on the desk, haphazardly covered by documents of importance. It felt good to see that, even if it wasn't true, that the bitch, that's the part that has yet to bee deemed true, was losing herself to this. You could handle yourself but you're not going in there, Ibiki had said, arms crossed. You're going to try something if I let you in, don't try to deny it.

So they showed up at sunset. Sakura had used the last of her cold cream, knowing full well that more would have to be used tonight. Naruto had a hand forever resting lightly on her arm, a steady comfort for both of them. There were no words; there was nothing that could be said to alleviate the stress, the anger. The ever growing sadness.

"MENDOU!"

Everyone turned towards the voice, looking to see Ibiki standing on the platform that had been resurrected just for the occasion. "We now bring forth Uchiha Sasuke for crimes against the state, punishable by death," Sasuke was half dragged half carried to the front of the platform by two ANBU. They let him go, his eyes bound by seals.

"Kokuzoku!" Someone yelled and all of the sudden there was trash hanging from his frame and around him on the stage. One of the ANBU's who had escorted him on stage leaped down, starting to make there way through the crowd towards the person. The damage had been done though. Naruto squeezed her arm as much for his benefit as for her own.

"It'll be over soon." She whispered, taking the hand from her arm and squeezing it in her own.

And with those words time sped up and things were asked and she would never recapture those moments before, but during would be put on pause. The type of pause that would have allowed only two people to move, everyone else frozen. Herself and the executioner.

Yet she didn't move.

She didn't close her eyes, and she didn't tighten her grip, and she didn't faint.

She watched as a blade that must have been sharpened thousands of times for thousands of minutes just today swung down swiftly. Uchiha Sasuke did not make eye contact with her in those last brief moments, because he didn't look up. His head was facing the platform and later on the executioner would contest that he swears the head of the Uchiha lips had moved after it was severed, that he swears he had tried to say something. People will laugh, because the people he is trying to explain this to are drunk, and so is he. But Sakura swears he is right. Because when the blade swung down and the blood started to spurt and the head fell down she kept on watching.

Naruto pulled her from her unflinching gaze. He crumbled, falling down on the ground with a sob, pulling her down with him. She felt hot tears on her shoulder and looked around seeing others cheering. She pulled him up, not needing to say anything. With a steadfast determination she made her way through the crowd towards a side street that was the fastest way home, and away from the supposedly talking head.

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Yes... he is dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. it was either that or rescued but I felt like killing someone tonight.