Author Note: This is my first fanfiction. I will eat any flames.
Thunderstorm Dance
It was rumored that they danced in the rain.
That rumor wasn't even close to the truth.
They didn't dance - they sparred. And not just in the rain, either. They sparred, accompanied by flashes of daylight and the tympanic drum roll of thunder.
He was privileged to catch sight of the ritual once, not more than a glimpse; but what he saw he would cherish forever. In his old age he'd remember the highlight of a face, and light shining off dark hair, once spiky and now plastered with rain. He remembered her eyes, flashing green in the lightning, filled with a loving mischievousness that cheered his heart. He remembered the way their sparring was in fact a dance, carefully choreographed and flawlessly executed. It was their way of expressing their love.
Even to this day, Naruto is mystified how Sasuke Uchiha fell for Sakura Haruno.