This being my first story ever, R&R?

*Updated 20/10/2015*

Thanks goes to DirectionOfTime for all of the support. You really did help me out alot :D
(he/she also writes the best of KakaSaku stories *heart* )

Disclaimer: I don't own naruto, (though i soo wish i did )

He wanted her to feel how he felt about her, the way her hair felt like silk when he ran his hands through it, the way her skin felt against his when he brushed against it, when the sound of her laugh made the whole world brighter and her piercing gaze looking into his eye as if she could see into his soul.

He stood in the falling snow at the memorial stone, gazing up at the sky filled with little bursts of sunlight. Dreaming of what his life could have been like if he had just lived the way other wanted him to, if he had someone to share it with, if he could just let go. But it wasn't that simple, he was filled with sorrow and regret. He couldn't protect them, he didn't listen to Obito and he just took from Rin. Refusing to listen to anyone, stuck in his own arrogance, trapped in a wheel turning and turning, forcing him to run forever, unable to stop and take a breath.

Time flew, doing his duty, protecting, serving, anything they wanted, he did. Refusing to let his morals get in the way, if he had any. He felt empty, drifting along the path of life, as if he didn't have a grip on anything.

A chill was coming along, the breeze cutting through his vest like a knife. As if he could feel, he scoffed. The routine, over and over again, the walk to the stone, today was different though. Once a year always, refusing to do anything on this day, except this.

He couldn't help it! He tried! Again and again! His control was supposed to be absolute! This couldn't happen!

But it did.

The mask was to protect him from others. But it didn't protect him from himself.

His control slipping, collapsing on the ground hugging his knees, squeezing them with all his might as hot tears dripped down his face from his eye, dampening the fabric beneath it. The air filled with the sound of his broken gasps, clouds of his breath drifting up into the air. All around him was the roaring of the winds, whipping his messy hair into even more disarray, that being the only sounds he could hear.

Then silence.

A hand on his shoulder.

He tried to turn away, hoping they didn't see how broken he was, how inhuman he was. The hand moved to his jaw, pulling up until he was forced to look at her. He didn't see pity, like how everyone else looked at him. He saw her looking at him as if she could see something no one else could, as if he was the man that he wanted to be.

As he thought this, she pulled him into her arms, not a kiss, but something that means oh so much more to him. Finally, he thought, this is where I want to be forever. Raising his arms to wrap them around her, stepping together towards whatever life threw at them as the cherry blossoms floated down around them.