Sasuke lay in bed debating what to do. Power, or love? Revenge, or happiness? Hinata, or Orochimaru? He needed revenge, but to leave her would be like stabbing them both in the heart. He only had one picture of her, and that was of she and him at the academy days. A picture taken on accident.

Sakura, he shuddered to herself. Had stolen Sasuke’s camera and accidentally pushed Hinata into the picture instead of Sakura. He smirked as he remembered how Hinata blushed until her face was red like a tomato, and Sakura screamed like a freak.

He had the picture framed, right next to the picture of Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi. He would leave that one and take the one of he and Hinata. It was getting late, and Orochimaru’s henchmen would be waiting, and he needed a little time to say good bye.

His room was vacant of anybody but everything lay intact except for a picture face down and a missing photo…

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