Oh my, I hope you guys like this. 'A Change of Hearts' is actually a redo of 'Longing Forever' by AsweetKissFromPoisonedLips (yes, that's my alternate penname) Umm, so yes. I love reviews!

Disclaimer: its fanfiction..not…fiction. I don't own anything Naruto related.

Summary: (redo of Forever Longing) Sakura decides that Sasuke will never care and turns to someone she thought she never would. When Sasuke sees that he's lost the bubblegum haired girl's attention he figures out how much he was holding back. A change of heart for both of them leads to what? SasuSakuNaru

On to chapter one

Chapter One: A Missing Piece

The world was so pure from his current view, the stoic boy noticed.

Almost perfect.

Everything was so calm and natural, nothing to interfere. The pink blossoms in the sakura tree he leaned against swayed gently above him. His dark bangs swayed in unison with the flowers, falling over his eyes and covering part of his sight. Sasuke slowly tucked a strand behind his ear, exposing more of his worshipped skin. Holding the hair behind his ears was something Sasuke did seldom but such a view called for his hair to be pushed on the sides, exposing all of the honest beauty of his surroundings.

A single pink flower drifted vainly down onto Sasuke's nose. The boy blinked and pulled it off gently, twirling it between his index finger and his thumb. The color of the petite blossom made him think of someone he knew; a small, rosy haired girl named Sakura. He had known her, truly known her, for three years now. Since they were twelve, and now they were well into their teenage years. They had attended the same academy, but Sasuke couldn't exactly tell his fan girls apart then. Sadly, Sakura was one of them for quite a while. It seemed like his whole time at the academy his only goal was to stay as quiet as possible, so as not to attract the rabid females.

Sasuke frowned thinking of it. All he had wanted was for someone to appreciate something other than his looks. Oh, and maybe his ability as a young nin.

But only my looks matter. I'm so much weaker than my brother.

Dropping the flower in disgust he looked away, angry that such a topic had crossed his mind. Every single one of those girls found staring at him a brilliant way to spend time. Never trying to talk to him humanly, only staring like he was a pacing tiger trapped behind cold metal bars at an exhibit. No, no one cared about what he had gone through. It seemed like his only friend had been the empty hallways of the bloodstained Uchiha Mansion. For years the only thing that echoed through those halls were his own screams at fate trying to make something in his life not end up in a tragedy. He wanted the hallway echoes to be laughter or chatter among friends- something that wasn't his own voice or disturbing silence. He needed someone to listen. Someone to hold him when he needed it most.

Like now. Now would be a good time.

Sasuke thought to himself, letting his eyes wander over to another cherry blossom tree. A quiet sigh ran over the dark boy's pale lips. It wasn't his fan girls that bothered him; it was the sudden lack of attention from a certain one. It wasn't the other ones absence that made him uncomfortable. It wasn't the other ones existence that made him uncomfortable. It was Sakura's.

Whenever she was around him it made him criticize his own movements. A trip would make him look stupid, a cut make him weak. Too quiet, too boring. He wanted so badly just to say something intelligent once in a while. Not just the HN he always seemed to answer with, something that would make her talk. Not to anyone else, no. Make her take with him only him.

Recently, even her standing there made butterflies race. Everything about her seemed so sincere. Her eyes sparkled innocently like the stars. Sometimes Sasuke caught himself thinking about her while he lay in a clear opening, staring up at the silent stars. He wanted her always beside him. It was more comfortable to be nervous near Sakura than to be uncomfortable thinking about where she was.

Three years on the same team. Three years. Their team had gone through many challenges during the time. They looked out for each other; getting hurt was something none of them liked to see happen to anyone on team 7. Sasuke remembered when he first saw his team, thinking it would be hopeless. It took him a week to get used to Sakura's fan girl attitude and Naruto's…well, Naruto's Naruto-ness. Oh, and that stupid orange book of Kakashi's. He knew he'd have to stick up for Sakura. Naruto? He seemed obnoxious but capable. Kakashi could obviously fend for himself and the orange book seemed thick enough to hurt a little if he hit anyone wit hit. He had remembered watching Sakura closely for the first month of the teams training. When they had done their chakra training he was almost uncertain about his former analysis. She had perfect control, something he didn't have.

But she was weak.

Sasuke reminded himself. She was weak and he wasn't. Sasuke silently promised himself nothing would happen to Sakura on that mission in Mist. Nothing. Yes, she annoyed him with her fan girl-ness but something told him that she wasn't like those other fan girls- that maybe, deep down, she actually cared about him. It felt like suddenly the bars were melting and he could reach out and touch the world. But his path was melting too, and it looked like all Sakura wanted was Sasuke's looks and nothing underneath. Maybe she didn't care. Maybe it was only a fading hope.

At least a year later she left behind the squeals when she saw him. Normal greetings replacing extreme glomping and somehow that little hope crawled back into Sasuke's mind. Even if her stupid acts of affection stopped her words didn't. Confessions of love kept him hoping that maybe…just maybe.

And then it all stopped. Everything shattered. He wanted her to tell him she cared. He wanted her to say something that hinted at caring about his feelings, not his looks! But it all stopped. Everything. It seemed like Sasuke wasn't written in Sakura's book of affection. The name had been carefully erased and the page ripped out completely. Hope was only there to be shattered, Sasuke discovered.

Then why do I care.

Sasuke asked himself. Why, why, why. He wanted his heart to freeze over and drop, shattering just like his fragile hope. But that was another wish that wouldn't come true. All he wanted was for Sakura to drop down beside him again when he was hurt. He wanted her to cry on his chest when she thought he was dead. The moment he was conscious again, all the pain flooded in but butterflies flew madly. Finally something that told him she did care about him as a person. If he could go back he would ignore that pain and hug her back. All he needed was a simple hug, but he didn't want to ask for it. Sasuke just wanted a hug…

He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the tree ahead of him. Pushing on the ground with his palms he stood up and continued to glare at the tree. Sasuke sighed again and slipped his hands into his pockets. He shook his head gently, letting his bangs fall away from behind his ears.

The view was almost perfect, the only thing it needed was Sakura.