Drabble, Team 7
“Sasuke… you look like shit.” He’s barely breathing, but it doesn’t stop him from giving what is probably a light laugh.
A snort from the body lying a few feet away. “Says the idiot who just received a chidori to the chest.”
“You don’t look so hot yourself either, Sakura.” The last voice is quiet, and it comes from the barely moving shinobi in between the other two.
“No kidding.” There’s a pause; his chest hurts. “Her monstrous strength… really brings out her scary face...”
“Shut up.” Her voice is quivering, not from anything but pain. “If I live past this, you’re both dead.”
If.
It runs through the air, passing by all three members of team seven.
“Idiots.” He’s always been the quietest of the three, but his words echoes loudly in each of their ears.
And then, in that optimistic way of his, he says: “If we made it before…we’ll make it now," before his eyes slip shut.