This is going to be mildly pathetic, I haven't written in a very long time, so pardon the terrible-ness of the coming storm. This is going to be a new 'story' containing drabbles, sad attempts at scene making, and I'll hopefully be updating fairly regularly.

I don't own Naruto.

1. Soul Mates

He wasn't sure what he was doing there, not really anyways. He had this thought floating through his head for what seemed like hours. Just show up at her dormitory building, pebbles in hand, and toss them at her window. He didn't know what he was expecting, he didn't know how she would respond, but he felt it. In his guts, in his heart, in his bones all the way down to his marrow. This, he was supposed to be doing this.

His hand made a graceful arc through the air as he stared up with hopeful black eyes.

The stone bounced timidly off of her white window pane. After seconds of waiting, he quickly flung another. The night wind blew crisply across his cheeks, breath held fast in his lungs, and moments passed before he was rewarded with the creaking sound of her window.

"Sasuke?" Sakura leaned over her pane and stared down at him. Her pink hair was tied into a bun on the top of her head, black glasses rested on the brim of her nose, and if she weren't so high above him, he figured he'd be able to see the little silver nose ring hanging on her nostril.

"Sakura," his mouth broke into a smile and his eyebrows furrowed together. "Sakura," he repeated again, her name honey against his tongue. "Come see me?"

He watched as she rubbed her eyes. "Are you drunk? It's past midnight."

The words stung him, but he shook his head and his grin grew. "Not at all." He let the last of the stones fall from his hands into the grass at his feet. "Sakura, I miss you."

He thought she swallowed, but he wasn't quite sure. She was cast in shadows from the light in her dorm. "I miss you too Sasuke."

"Then come down here," He said easily. He missed her warmth, her breath, and her smiles. He wanted her close, tucked back against his side, where she belonged. With him. Always, only, with him.

"Sasuke I can't, I have a calculus final tomorrow and this stuff is horrendous, you know I've been studying for finals all week, that's why we haven't seen each other."

A short whine escaped his lips. "Please Sakura? Please come down to me."

"You know you should really be studying too." It was curt but her hand lifted to her mouth, she was chewing on the tips of her fingers; she was always doing that when she couldn't make a decision. He was about to open his mouth again, beg to see her closer than two stories away; when she finally nodded. "Okay, but I can't be out late. Sasuke you have to promise to have me back here before three."

There it was, the palpitations of his heart returned and his palms started to sweat. "I promise Sakura, just please come see me."