Yay! First fanfiction! It's just something random I did, so feel free to tell me how horrible it is (but you wouldn't do that, right? Right?).
And in case you're wondering, I don't own Naruto. Although you probably weren't wondering. If you were, we need to talk.
A fresh breeze ruffled the treetops, shaking leaves down upon the busy street. A full moon flooded the paved road in silver light, outlining each crack and outcropping in shadow. A million points of light dotted the sky, shimmering high above the village. It was another beautiful summer night in Konoha.
Sakura Haruno sighed happily, opening up her backpack on a soft patch of grass under a tree. She had stayed late at the library, and her stomach growled in anticipation for dinner. The cloth sack held anko dumplings, two ongiri balls, some rice with kimichi, Umeboshi, and one tomato. She wrinkled her nose. Her mother always wanted her to eat more fruit.
The ninja ran her fingers through her pink hair, slowly untangling a knot that had formed in the back. Sakura picked up a dumpling and bit into it, smiling as the sweet flavor filled her mouth. It was delicious, a sure sign that her mother had bought it at the store. She set aside the kimichi and tomato, resolving to eat little. Well, a little of the rice at least.
Sakura looked down and started when she saw the bright red fruit (yes, tomatoes are a fruit) was gone. Then she looked up and saw somebody looking back at her. She smiled.
"Hey Sasuke!" she said to him, eyeing the tomato in his hand. He tossed it up, catching it easily in one fair hand. The Uchiha wore a careless expression on his handsome face as he looked down at her.
"You can have it if you want." Sakura said, settling down and finishing her dumpling. There was the gleam of metal in the moonlight, and the fruit landed in eight even pieces in his hand. Sasuke calmly bit into a slice, sliding the kunai back into his pocket.
"Thank you." he said in his silvery voice. Sakura blushed, looking down to hide it. She concentrated on her rice instead, carefully setting the pickled cabbage to one side. She flicked away a piece of rice that had landed on her red quipao.
"Do want an ongiri ball too?" she asked, remembering that they were his favorite. Sakura handed one to him one and bit into one of them herself. Her mom had bought the ones with tuna in it. She ate it slowly, savoring the flavors.
Sasuke sat quietly above her, leaning against the trunk of the tree with a faintly satisfied air. Sakura was about to eat a piece of Umeboshi when a sudden question stopped her.
"Sasuke, why don't you like sweets?" she asked the boy. He looked down at her, his intense black eyes meeting her sea-green ones.
"Hn." he grunted thoughtfully. "I don't know."
"There has to be a reason." Sakura insisted, dusting her hands off.
He swung his legs over so they hung over the side of the branch. "Not everything has a reason."
"So you don't like anything sweet?"
Sasuke thought about that for a second, his ebony hair gleaming in the moonlight. "No, I can tolerate some sweet things. The air after it rains. The jasmine growing outside the academy. And dark chocolate."
Sakura packed away her dinner, leaving the box with anko dumplings in her lap. "Is there anything sweet that you really love?" she asked curiously. Sasuke was silent for a moment. Then:
"Hn. Well, one thing."
She looked up in surprise. "What?"
He disappeared in a dark blur. Sakura felt his warm breath by her neck and froze. He placed a hand, as cool as the grass beneath his feet, on hers.
"You."
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