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Title: Far Deeper Than That
Prompt: If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.
Idea: Based on Artwork by freshtoxinn on Tumblr
Note: While I was out of town I saw you post that you were upset. No, lets be honest you were depressed. I didn't have the chance to give you words when you needed it most but it definitely didn't mean I'd forget. You're doing something astounding and going through the trials of medschool. It's no joke and you're doing your best. I don't know you very well but the work you create, and that's okay because it doesn't lessen the fact that I'll do whatever it takes to try and push you through that depression.

I'm going to write one small work for every SasuSaku work you've made. So come back to these when you look in the mirror and you're looking rough on those days. These are entirely for you and only you. Remember you're the one inspiring others, and that makes you the one that's special-not your friends. If you tear yourself down I'll do what I can to help pick you back up.

Lift that head princess cause your crowns falling and that's the last thing you deserve. Keep fighting and keep pushing forward. You'll get there. I promise.

Fingers that press against her forehead had been but the start.

They've transpired passed the bonds of teammates, and progressed passed the days of plausible friendship. There's no denying where she sits within his realm. The pedestal is high, and holds an importance far different those who came before her. This throne she sits upon is not the same as the one he has made for the best friend of blonde. This seat of sovereignty she sits upon is not the same as the one the surrogate father of lead colored hair resided within. The cathedra she sits upon holds a different intention, and a different meaning. It is an unspoken title but one that adorns and caresses her.

It's the little things he has done to make sure there is no doubt within the air of any who look upon her. Those fingers that had pressed against her forehead before he left their side to gaze upon the world within his new found clarity had been but the start. He had kept her from allowing herself to be dragged within the world where his demons played. She held no part of his sins. She had held a far greater intent, and a far greater purpose—he had not know what meaning she would hold within this new found path. He would travel until he knew. He would travel it until the last of his demons where vanquished unable to seize her.

He is gone from her for a year. The leaves had gone from their greens of summer to the golden yellows, and vibrant reds of fall. They fell from the trees in fear of the cold, and they blossomed upon branches in pinks, and whites within the spring. The longing is always present but the mentality is the same. She's done this dance far longer than most. She's taken one step at a time upon this road. The destination remains the same. Happiness is all she has ever sought for him—even if she is not the one he finds it with. She's a precious teammate and that much is sure. She does not read into the fingers that pressed against her forehead—and maybe if she had she would have realized it was far deeper than that.

Her dream had been to have team seven whole again. Her dream had been for them to all laugh with each other as they had as children. Team Seven had been whole, and now her dream was complete. He wanders outside her grasp, and that is more than okay. He's seeing a world through eyes no longer fogged by hate. As long as they are together—as long as they a teammates—she would ask for nothing more.

He's come back to them, and she's there to greet them with the rest. They are all the smiles she's dreamed of and held close within his absence. The leaves are but blossoms in this time and there's a glow of the world around them within his presence. It's pure and it's different—he's truly seen with clear eyes. It's upon his face, within the length of obsidian, and the dust that has long since settled over his cloak of tan. Those fingers hidden within his cloak had been but the start, and it's now those eyes that run upon her that follow it's place. They've always held shared looks. They've always gazed without question.

It's a nod of her head and the lock of her eyes upon his. She doesn't read into the gaze he holds only for her—and maybe if she had she would have realized it was far deeper than that. She never catches on when he dares her a glance within those days that follow. She never realizes he's looked her way more than she could ever fathom.

She's held a new dream in his time away. She longs for a clinic where children could go to deal with their trauma. Her Team Seven had taught her the trauma that children face and it's with an open heart, and smile on her face that she presses forward down this road some more. There's only the wonder of what it is he sees when he looks towards his dreams. He had held ambition—far too much—and she's sure whatever it is he sees he will obtain because this is a man of action—he's never outspoken.

It's those fingers that bring her from her rest. She doesn't read within his retrieval of her from desk—maybe if she had she would have realized it was far deeper than that. It's a walk within her home that continues then on. He won't allow her to lock herself away from their side in the hopes of this new dream. She can only continue to wonder what he sees within his own dream.

The bloom of pinks, and whites look so pretty but they always bloomed to soon. The greens of summer and the heat it comes crashing within bring his leave. She's there to see him off and it's a press of those fingers that keep her in place. She's done this dance for so long. It's one foot in front of the other, and the knowing that he'll be back. There's wonder if this dream he holds is but the transformation of one long since gone—a police officer in a whole new sense. The smile upon her face is soft within its curve at such a thought.

The golds and reds are quick to fall and with it the winter chill comes but harder this year. There's no doubt that longing has overtaken her. She holds no desire to stop him from his continued forward steps. It's not until much later passed the blooming of spring and deep within the throes of summer that he comes back. There's a peace of mind when she finds him this time. She's late to greet him, but not too late to welcome him back. He's doesn't stay for long. It's a couple days at most, and yet he resumes his retrieval of her. He's come and gone from her side. As long as they are together—as long as Team Seven resides—she would never ask for more.

There's the coming fall, and the winter that falls far less this year than the one before, and it's here that she's gained yet another dream conquered. The clinic is a success and it's the thrill and the burst of her heart within her chest that keep her locked within her place. He comes to find her not long after—it's deep within the pinks, and whites that vanquish the winter. Fingers tickle her skin as they clip the necklace upon her neck. She doesn't read into this gift of his— maybe if she had she would have realized it was far deeper than that. It's the capture of her eyes seized by his might. The smile upon his lips when she touches the pendant of bright white, and deep rich red is one that make her believe he truly has found a new dream. She wonders what it is even still—but she would never ask for more.

The pinks, and whites that slaughtered the white are thrown aside in the hopes of greens, and bright lights. It's a press of those fingers upon her forehead that so long ago had been but a start. He's leaving again hoping to bring relief to those who may still be in need. He's always been a man of action-he's never outspoken. It's clear within his actions they've managed a friendship.

There's no concept of when the green had failed to remain within their realm. She's sitting upon a throne far different in color. The sovereignty she's claimed is one she doesn't understand. It's not until he's returned within the land filled to the brim of white that she has a clue that this is where she sat.

She's sat there much longer than she could have ever realized. He's come and gone as he pleased—and it's now that he's returned. The months that come are longer than the days she barely remembers. They've always held shared looks. They've always gazed without question. They continue those shared looks. They continued to gaze without question.

The definition of what they are eludes her with these new revaluations.

It's the flutter of eyes and the turn of her head—he's gone again. There's the quickness of her step and the slide of the doors within this quickened manner. The rose-colored locks that dance upon her peeking shoulders are like the pinks and whites that blossom around her. He's there within the gold setting sun that shines as if to illuminate him. Decorated within smiles so tender, and longing—there's the memories that floated within her sleep before she had awoken. She had never questioned any action he had taken—maybe if she had she would have realized much sooner it was far deeper than that.

There's no denying where she sits within his realm. The pedestal is high, and holds an importance far different those who came before her. This throne she sits upon is not the same as the one he has made for the best friend of blonde. This seat of sovereignty she sits upon is not the same as the one the surrogate father of lead colored hair resided within. The cathedra she sits upon holds a different intention, and a different meaning. It is an unspoken title but one that adorns and caresses.

It's his shirt she's taken far too large that hang off her shoulders. The fan of bright white, and deep rich red are but the sole reminder. There's a bitter sweet moment at knowing. He's not leaving her yet because this is but the start. There's the turn he makes to take her, who stands at the door. He's soft and gentle in this gaze that holds her. He'll be leaving her again.

She does not wish to lock him to her, and yet he's moved forward closer to her. It's always been one foot in front of the other and that inability to think far deeper. The spring may have blossom but it's outdone by her smile in this golden glow of time.

This won't stop his leaving and yet there's nothing clearer than this dream she could only originally ponder. She's walked this path far longer than any she knew. She's traveled the terrain and walked through the sands. He would travel until his demons could no longer drag her under. He still travels but there's no other intention—she now is the dream that he walks towards within this new found purpose.

There's no doubt within her mind that he'll return. If she truly was this dream of his, then he would return—he's always had ambition—far too much. It's that whisper in the wind and the clarity of her mind. This shirt of his is crown that adorns her. This pendant is but a promise.

The little things he's done have all but been clear. If only she had taken the time to think of them far deeper. He's turning from her and she knows this is goodbye. The dream of memories are all she needs to hold her in place, and keep the overcast glass of her eyes at bay. She had held so many dreams, and it's now there is wonder if this dream she holds is but the transformation of one long since gone—she had longed for him beside her. That's a dream she can now look upon further.

Fingers that press against her forehead had been but the start—the intention had been far deeper than that.