NUMBER ONE

THIS RIVER IS WILD – THE KILLERS

ANTI-SASUSAKU

Rain poured down form the heavens, suiting the atmosphere of the scene. Sakura felt her hair slick tight against her face, flicking into her eyes. Anger ran through her body.

“What are you doing here?”

“Coming home for a nice little conjugal visit, is that not far Sakura?”

The cherry blossom let a hiss escape past her lips.

“No, you sick fuck. Get the out of here. This is my town.”

“Since when did you talk to me like that Sakura?”

“Since you left you prick.”

He moved is body closer to hers, running his pale long fingered hand along her face. Gracefully, he allowed it to dip lower, trailing a path down to her breast.

Swiftly, Sakura yanked his hand away from her, crushed it back upon his forearm.

His dark laugh filled the air.

“I’ve tried to do the right thing by this. But there is only one thing to do. You need to head for the hills, a fires coming.”

His velvet laughter only increased, mocking her.

Roughly, Sakura spun him around, pulling his arms behind his back with one hand, and placing a kunai to his throat.

“You never could play well with others, could you Sasuke?”

Tossing the pathetic excuse to the ground, Sakura dug her heel into the dark haired head below her, twisting her foot.

“Get out of here. This river is wild. And it’s long, long, way down.”

Sharply, Sakura left the body behind, never looking back again.