Adoration
When I laid eyes on her, I swear I felt the earth move. She was so pretty and so confident in her abilities—I couldn't help but feel shy and nervous. Well, I always did, anyways. I was so self-conscious. It was as if she read my mind--which was crying out for someone to care--when she protected me against the other girls who were so cruel to me. She had such talents, and I couldn't help but feel amazed that such a beautiful, wonderful, and over all, amazing person existed. We even had the same personalities, which meant we sometimes clashed, but, most of the time, we were so close…
And now I can't help but sigh as I think about the way she looks as well. Her silky blonde hair and her pupil-less blue eyes came together and, now that I think about it, fit her perfectly. She also always had a kind expression, or a kind intent, towards me—and a ferocious killing intent towards those that opposed her and myself. I can't help but feel jealous of her looks, but then, I decide, I'd rather be around someone beautiful than look beautiful. Many people—far too many—make assumptions about her based on the way she looks.
None of them are true.
Maybe my adoration borders, or is, something else—something unhealthy. But I can't help it. She's… Ino. The one who protected me. The only one to notice me. She's my best friend, and, as I secretly hope, will eventually grow to be… more.
When I laid eyes on her, it felt as if she was drawing me to her—as if she had just sung some seducing song with a simple look and a sweet (but oh so naïve) smile. She was so beautiful in so many ways, yet so humble she didn't notice it herself—I couldn't help but protect her against the inhuman girls who were simply jealous of her. She wasn't as talented as many other young kunoichi, but she was much kinder, and much, much smarter. I couldn't help but be in awe that such a person would associate themselves with me, someone who was selfish and greedy—not to mention, had only one attribute—looks. Our personalities were completely opposite one another, though our temperaments were the same, but we somehow managed to stay together, as best friends…
And now I can't help but fall into a dreamy expression as I think about the way she looks. Her pink hair is so soft and sleek—I would know, I helped style it a few times (sometimes I would do it just to be able to touch it) and her dazzling emerald eyes show so much emotion, unlike mine, that it makes her… her.
Maybe my adoration for my best friend is something I shouldn't be feeling. Maybe it's something no girl should ever feel for another girl, or heck, even a guy. But—I can't really help it. She's… Sakura. The one to see me for me. The one that needed me. The only best true best friend I've ever had, and the only one that I care for with an intensity that is considered somewhat like a stalker. As weak as I feel like I am sounding, I... love her.
A/N: Really pathetic and short, but hey, that's what drabbles are supposed to be... Probably my shortest oneshot ever. Lol
Revamped on: Monday, October 6, 2006