Summary: Like a tree on the wind and a wind on the tree, that is the way nature set it to be. She was the wind, and he, the tree.
She was the wind.
Adaptable, free-spirited, with the ability to keep moving, to break free of the bonds of the past. At times, swift and strong. At others, soft, soothing and gentle. Like the gentle breeze that unsettled the spring blossoms, causing them to float down from the tree in alluring, hypnotizing patterns. Or the mist that enveloped the tree after the snow had passed.
He was the tree.
Dark as the shadow it cast, with an unbending will, even in the darkest of storms and rains. Yet like any other, a weakness showed. The breeze lightly scented with the taste of cherry blossoms seemed to find cracks in his every individual piece of armour, worming its way into the depths of his being, filling him with a warmth he just could not describe.
They met under the cherry blossom tree; on a cold winter night after the storm had passed. At a place where the tree was tall and proud, and shrouded in mist. A place where the cherry blossoms rested on the leaves until the wind blew and it fluttered down.
The wind and the tree.
"It was destined to be," he remarked quietly, sheathing his sword as his red eyes bore holes into the pink haired woman in front of him.
She stared back, unfazed, at the man who had claimed her heart so many years ago.
"Indeed."
She paused. "You came back, after all these years."
"What else was I to do?" he replied quietly, eyes turning back to their normal obsidian colour.
Behind them, the cherry blossoms continued to fall, according to the rise and fall of the breeze, the sunlight filtering from the eaves of the gigantic tree giving each petal an unrivalled golden sheen.
Like a tree on the wind and a wind on the tree, that is the way nature set it to be.
A/N: Gift fic for Keira :D Hope you enjoyed that, kiddo. I know I'm not a SasuSaku writer, and I can't write Sasuke to save my life. Apologies if he seems OOC. Reviews appreciated.