Disclaimer, I do not own Naruto in any way or form... I don't own the other stuff that doesn't seem like mine either... Such as Tobi's mask and all that jazz, but I'll leave you guys to decide what's mine and what's not.
The onyx eyed ninja held on tight to the pink haired Kunoichi as the rain came down and hit him all over. He tried to protect her from it, the rain, leaning over her, hoping that making her cold fragile body warm would in some way help – help the matter that had left him devastated. He would not believe it. He could not believe it. He didn't even have time to ask what she meant. And he'd regret it forever.
"Ha, Sasuke, I can't believe you haven't even got Sakura-chan something for her birthday!" Naruto teased.
"Well Sakura, what do you want for your birthday then?" Said Sasuke as he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling irritated and frustrated.
"I want... a cherry blossom tree, but one that will forever bloom, just for me." She whispered.
What did she mean?
There were now more than ice cold rain making the Uchiha wet; now there were hot tears streaming down his face.
What did she mean?
It's my fault! Why couldn't I protect her?
It seemed as though he didn't notice his feelings for the young Kunoichi until he had lost her.
What did she mean?
It's the illusion of love. He wouldn't have known until it was too late to say a thing. It's not fair – life's not fair.
What did she mean?
What could she have meant? This would and will never be answered, just as frustrating as not being able to confess. Sasuke grabbed the young girl, stood up and went to rest under a tree, were the rain couldn't get at her and so he didn't have to sit hunched over her, but he would still hold on – he would always hold on. He would never let go. Never. How could he, when he would always carry this burden?
Blaming himself.
Not being able to get her anything.
Not knowing what she meant.
Not being able to confess.
Confess the feelings that welled up inside of him.
Passion; sorrow; friendship.
And most of all:
Love.
As he thought about it he drifted off into a sleep, as he had had lack of it lately, not wanting – and not being able – to sleep with guilt plaguing his thoughts. Being the first time he had got to sleep in three days, he felt like such an insomniac. Even as he did so, he didn't let go of the cherry blossom.
He opened his eyes, thinking that he was awake, but soon he realised he was dreaming. He found that he was in a garden, full of cherry blossoms; unfortunately, they were all wilting.
However in the corner of his eye he saw a pink, that would have been one that was forever blooming. He turned his head to find Sakura. She smiled beautifully, so beautiful. Like the sun's rays; the colours on a rainbow; a blooming cherry blossom.
"Sasuke! You came."
"Am I dreaming...?"
"Yes, but I'm real, and I'm also dreaming. Aren't I?"
Sasuke remember the last words she had whispered. "... Sasuke...Let me go to sleep... Let me dream..."
He ignored her statement, he needed to say what need be said. "I love you, Sakura, I won't be able to tell you if I don't say it now.
"And Sakura...
"I've found your birthday present...
"Your cherry blossom tree."
Hello my lovelies,
Just chilling out here, taking a little break from FYSA.
Sakura is the cherry blossom tree, encase that wasn't clear. It wasn't.
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