If you want, I suggest listening to New Heights - Peaches as the emotional background music lol. Though it might give you some emotional turmoil lol You could cry hahah. It wasn't the song I used to create the story but its a pretty omg song that hits you where you least expect it hahah
I do not own Naruto! If I did, I would have given Sakura more scenes with our favorite, handsome ninja Kakashi lol
"So this is it…" she exhaled nervously, and put on her best smile.
"I guess so…"
Neither one wanted to accept the fact that this was their contracted end of what they called a relationship. Spending time with one another, talking all day, reading together, and just enjoying the heat of one another's hands.
Gripping his hand a little tighter through the romantic lace, she laughed nervously.
"How ironic that it's a rainy day don't you think?" she smiled sadly as she looked out of the window.
"'Lovely weather we're having today.'" he said reminiscently with a smile as he quoted the very first thing he ever said to her. "Its just like that day."
Feeling the tear trickle down her cheek, she smiled and nodded, scared to say anything else.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, returning her grip. "We could just keep it long distanced."
Shaking her head and closing her eyes to let the tears trickle down her cheeks, she turned to smile at him affectionately.
"I'm sure. We'll see how it plays out."
"You have my number if you ever want to change your mind." he offered.
"It'll only be for friendly chats if anything else." she reminded. "Anything else is forbidden."
"All passengers please buckle your seat belts as we are beginning our descent and please return your chairs and tables back into their upright position. We advise that you turn off all electronics and cellular devices as …"
She knew the process already. She did as was announced on the intercom, never letting go of the warm, large, protective hand that remained interlaced between hers and he did the same; both completely in turn with one another.
Slowly feeling the descent heavily press against her ears, she propped her elbow against the hard plastic of the airplane's window and pressed her lips against the back of her hand. She could clearly see the city way too into view and her stomach began to drop; not in anticipation of seeing the people she knew, not in the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, but in a sad, scared, realization that this was the last time she would see the man she had grown fond of. If fate was on her side, the promise they made would be kept and they would meet again during the promised summer, at the promised place.
.
Purposely taking their time to exit the plane, they continued down the thin isle with their fingers constantly intertwined all the way through the terminals that lead into the baggage claim.
The rustling, the coughs, the groans of other people, the cries of children from being tired, and the other noises that affiliated with the airport seemed to have been washed away as the two focused solely on one another's presence, still hand in hand as they retrieved their luggage. It was a comfortable silence they enjoyed and felt would be ruined if either of them spoke.
Passing through customs and immigration the two glued their hands together again and he couldn't help but rub soothing circles against her thumb with his.
"Any last requests before we become friends?" he asked, hesitant of even continuing the plan they had set out.
"No cheating and interfering with one another's love life?" she suggested.
"Only unless its reasonable." he chided
"Like?"
"Abusive relationship. Rape. Anything within reasonable scopes."
"Ok, that seems fair." she nodded.
They turned a corner and rode the escalator down into a tunnel where the final process of their long journey would come to an end. Upon reaching the bottom and staring at the long hallway that led to the exit, she stopped him and caught his attention.
"Wait…" she said hesitantly. "I just…thought of a last, last request…" she said quickly.
Seeing the exit straight ahead, he and laughed at her nervousness and worrisome expression.
"Getting cold feet? Wanna reconsider the-"
"Not that… Kiss me."
"Really? Where is this coming from?" he laughed.
"Kiss me." she said seriously, with excited eyes and a face so completely red that a lobster would be jealous.
"Really? I thought you might have wanted our 'love story's' first kiss to be at the end or somewhere in the middle?" he joked.
"I'd like to know what your lips feel like and what your face looks like just in case fate screws me over." she deadpanned.
"So you're admitting you want me so badly?" he joked again with a chuckle.
Slapping his chest playfully she laughed softly and looked to him expectantly with a flushed face.
With a gentle caress against her cheek, he leaned in and whispered low and huskily into her ear.
"Close your eyes."
She obliged to his command and willingly closed her eyes and before she knew it, she felt the soft, warmth of his lips press against her forehead and felt him withdraw quickly.
With a look of shock and a glare, she touched her forehead and pouted as she stared into that infamous eye crinkle she had gotten to know. His face was covered by that oh so famous mask he seemed to love wearing and she glared a little more. Se felt somewhat embarrassed for expecting more, but she knew better than to blame anyone but herself. She knew it was her fault since she didn't indicate the type of kiss she wanted. But that didn't stop the obvious pout that pressed against her lips as he played with her hand.
"What a dirty trick." she mumbled to herself.
"You didn't say what type of kiss. You're the one who said to treat it like a love story. "Who knows where it'll lead."" he said, quoting her on his last remark.
"I don't think fate will screw you over now that you've felt my infamous lips against your forehead." He joked. "Let's think of it as a good luck charm."
She playfully slapped his arm and tried her best to look angry but couldn't. The man was one in a million and she knew it would have been a waste to get angry with him.
"You're so full of yourself." she laughed.
"Well thank you for noticing." he chuckled.
As they were absolutely sure no one was behind them, they made their way towards the door and stopped just before opening it.
"Text me when you make it to your place alive loser." she joked. Slowly, and very dreadfully, she released her hold from his hand.
"Will do." he chuckled.
With a final set of tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, she smiled warmly and turned to him.
"No regrets." she confirmed.
"No regrets." he replied warmly.
As they both turned towards the door, they exited simultaneously, seeing their respectable parties waiting eagerly for them. Without so much as looking at one another, the two separated into different paths, never to meet again until fulfilling their promise. Or at least that's what they thought.
Author's Note: I had to write this. I know I have 2 other long lasting fanfics that I've pissed my readers off about because I haven't updated in like, a month, but I just had to write this. Another long lasting fanfic. I couldn't just write the base idea for it and leave it to collect dust. I felt so compelled to write it as I was listening to some really interesting songs
I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Please review to your hearts content to let me know how you feel about it.
-Rusala.