A/N: Hello readers! Mikari Haruno here with a new pairing – ShikaSaku! Another rabid plot bunny that I've been meaning to write. This drabble might be a little OOC on Sakura's part, but take note that it's happening after an incredibly traumatic series of events, and she's only a kid!
Disclaimer: I no own Naruto. Get it?
At noon she leaned back against a tree in the park, staring blankly at the grey sky. Another lay nearby – a male with an obsession for the very thing she stared at. Neither said a word, both off in their own worlds and respecting each others' privacy.
Her visits to this very spot – his usual cloud-watching spot – were not a new thing. They had begun a year and a half ago, when her innocent childhood fantasies crashed down around her. She would always sit down silently and stare at the sky blankly, and he wouldn't even flinch at her emptiness nowadays. He would simply glance at her momentarily before returning to his own cloud-watching.
He had spoken to her at times, his first question being why she came. She had looked at him with the empty eyes of a person who'd lost everything and told him that the sky calmed her. He saw through that quickly, and it was several weeks later that she cracked, spilling out her true feelings in a torrent that had his head spinning.
She didn't envy clouds like him, no – she hated them. During all of the worst times of her life they had been there, large grey bodies drifting above her, pitiless and foreboding. No matter what happened to the world below them and its inhabitants they continued their drifting, bringing darkness that blotted out the sun, moon, and stars.
When in his stupor he asked her opinion on rain, a bitter smirk crept onto her almost crazed features. She loved rain. He was sent reeling again, and had wondered aloud how the hell that worked. She had laughed, a sound that hadn't escaped her in months. Rain destroyed the clouds, she explained. It prevented them from continuing to grow larger, falling until only wisps of white were left. When it rained, she felt nothing but immense relief. It meant that the clouds were being stopped yet again from completely covering the sky from horizon to horizon. Over the days of sky-watching she proved her opinion, dancing about on the days when rain fell in sheets, laughing in sheer happiness.
It was during the worst rainstorm in Konoha's history that he fell in love with her.
A/N: Muahaha!! It's done! I had fun with this. Review please, I like feedback!
Mikari, who is now relishing in the joy of another finished story