A tall lean boy sat at the base of a tree. He wore a kimono type thing with a long V shape ending before his belly button. His hair was the color of midnight black and his eyes were a red, a red like blood. This boy had come here for one reason and one reason only. For her. Sasuke sat on this cold wet leafy floor just for her. This boy put up with missing a tiny bit of training for her. Ever since he left the village, he regretted it deeply. But revenge was in his blood. It ran through every vein in his body. He had to kill Itachi. He was an avenger. Soft foot steps sounded behind him. His body turned around to meet an icy cold stare.
"What the hell are you doing here," The figure demanded. She had short spiky, hair and dazzling green eyes. The figure wore a small skirt shorts combo and a tang top that brought out her eyes.
His mask of pained sadness turned into pure happiness. Sasuke stood up wiping the mud off on his light purple pants. The boy didn't say a word. He just wrapped his arms around her waist. His grip was tight and stern as if he never wanted to let go. The girl on the other stood there confused and not sure what to do. Her cheeks became a bright red and she had lost sight on what she came to do.
"Please forgive me," The boy's voice was quiet, and barely above a whisper.
The girl stood their dumbfounded and confused. Even though she hadn't shown it, her heart was mourning for Sasuke.