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There's too much blood.
There shouldn't be this much blood.
Why is there so much blood?
Every single faded scar on their skin bleeds like a gaping wound and Sakura knows its wrong. Its a miracle that they can still breath given the fact that they're in blood soaked sheets and stripped down to hold each other as death creeps in. Nobody knows why this disease popped up, something that uproots scars, erodes the flesh and leaves you bleeding to death.
They should've been able to fight it off.
They're strong.
All three of them.
But even the Hokage has fallen prey after his wife had.
Shortly afterwards Sasuke followed suit.
And then Sakura.
It all ripped them open in succession, harrowing cries of agony erupting minutes of each other.
But they'd been holding each other close and refusing to leave each others side since Naruto showed the first symptom.
And in their final moments, be it minutes or hours they don't know, they try to find pleasure, as fleeting as it may be.
On the one hand, the situation is dire, but on the other hand the blood is more lubricant then they'll ever need.
She bleeds the least and she begs and pleads that in the midst of their twisted and desperate threesome she can close some of the wounds, that she can prolong this moment. If this moment could exist forever, if it could be deprived of agony and left only with pleasure, that would be lovely.
They all know that won't happen.
So they exchange as many words as they can as Sakura expends her chakra to try and save them. She knows it won't work, but if she can just die with them instead of bleeding out beside their corpses for so much longer, that would be good enough. She just wants to be with them.
Naruto's hands grip onto Sakura. Sasuke's teeth rest on Naruto's throat. Sakura's thighs wrap around Sasuke's waist. Naruto barks for them. Sasuke let's them call him a good kitten for the hell of it. Sakura calls them whores because Naruto asked as politely as he could in a delirious state of blood loss.
They aren't making it out of this one alive.
Every inch of their body is coated in blood. There is no separation anymore, it's all blended into one shiny red coating that spans across them and keeps getting thicker. The sheets are drenched with blood and the notion that any sweat or drool or cum could ever come close to being even a fraction of the amount of blood outside of their bodies is humorous.
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Sakura wakes up.
Sasuke and Naruto don't.
There isn't a single force in the world that can stop her from screaming and sobbing until her throat is raw and her eyes sting.