What a difference a few years can make || sicktwistedaffairs
Eyes narrowing at such taunting Sasuke shook his head, “A toy that breaks is of much more use to me. Much more satisfying to watch her bleed then to watch her heal herself. Her tongue is too sharp, that will be her ultimate demise. If you must, weakling, do entertain me. I’m certain you’re still the same little girl I left all those years ago.” Though he spoke of her tongue being sharp his was no better, cold, almost icy as he spoke looking her over with an unapproving gaze.
He hadn’t missed her taunting in the slightest, took note of how different this was to their previous interaction though he considered her to be less than dangerous. After all, this was still Sakura. Taunting red pools seemed to stare deep as he pondered just the likeliness of Orochimaru’s words.
It was so hard not to just launch at him to show him how much stronger she was. Weakling really? She didn't relly on curse seals for power. If anything he was the weak one. "Ahh...but Sasuke-kun, she'll bleed well past the point of death for other people."
Averting her eyes from his she hissed underneath her breath. "Why do you need the sharingan to fight me Sasuke-kun? I'm still the same little girl remember?" Daring to look up at him she blinked innocently before rushing forward. Her leg ready to sweep out at him. Maybe fighting him would be fun.
