Much Too Early; Much Too Late.

Sasuke was watching, still watching, though the difference now was that there was a red haze in front of his eyes.

He was shaking, barely still able to contain his anger.

He almost burst through the window when Naruto flipped Sakura onto her back, showing exactly what they were doing, what he had hoped was only an illusion. He wanted them both on the end of a spear, to see it pierce their flesh, to hear it split and to smell the blood. Their cries of pain would sooth his anger, and he almost purred at the thought.

Sakura cried out suddenly, a loud, long moan, and Sasuke’s ears shivered. He stared back into the room, watching, listening, hating.

He felt something... strange. A twisting, sly presence, a different chakra. His eyes rapidly checked around before settling back on the scene before him; it was Naruto; he had felt it before. He remembered the water, and the fight... it was back, and he could see it. A weird, orange tinge had taken over the air around Naruto, and it was pulsing, releasing hints of pleasure and dominance; happiness... no, giddiness. Sasuke watched, feeling the huge presence take over the space.