A/N: Greetings faithful readers! I'm back with yet another short little NaruSaku drabble for your enjoyment and perusal! Not very long, but I hope you enjoy it!
She thinks back to the first times she saw him, and how he'd been infatuated from the start. Back then she'd only begun crushing on Sasuke, but she had been far gone enough to resist the almost unbearable urge to smile back at him when he grinned. Quick-witted even back then, she'd immediately apologize and fabricate an excuse before skipping off to giggle with her friends over Sasuke. He had just smiled back each day at her excuses, rejected but not put out.
He'd always been ridiculously forgiving, and she was sure she didn't even deserve half of it.
As they'd made their way through childhood and their teens, the ritual barely changed, with rarely a day going by when he didn't ask her on a date of some sort. She became brutal during her early teens, her growing crush on his arch-rival causing her to be incredibly cruel to him in her rejection. Still, he held out for her, and was the only shoulder she had to cry on during their darkest hour as children, when her long-time crush and first love decided power was more important.
She had hated him for being so kind - it made guilt rise in her like an ugly monster rearing its head.
After the loss of an object of affection, she'd become immersed in her studies. These studies kept her mind off the past, days passing by in a blurs with only minor pain at occasional reminders in her life. But when he left her to travel and train, it was only weeks in that she started losing sleep in his absence.
She hated herself for this weakness, completely unable to suppress it.
The pain of her past was a dull throb in her heart by the time they were fifteen, when he finally returned, changed but unchanged. When her heart leaped at his appearance, she realized that she'd begun giving in somewhere deep down in his absence, and even now the process was almost complete. Her conscious realization only planted the seed in her mind, and their getting together was an inevitable event that didn't surprise anyone except for her.
She'd always been too stubborn for her own good, but Sakura Haruno had met her match and been utterly defeated by the king of determination himself, Naruto Uzumaki.
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this; I typed it up really quickly on Notepad on a friend's computer, so I apologize if there are any typos.
Mikari, the tired authoress who would appreciate reviews of any sort