Pink
I have absolutely no idea where this came from. Let's just say I was bored, 'kay?
Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura (kinda onesided)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Aaaww. :(
Pink.
He hated that colour. Too happy. Too light. He hated it with all his heart.
Her hair was pink. He didn't know what to make of it the first time he saw her. It turned out that her personality matched her hair. She was too happy. Too light. Too damn preppy. He didn't hate her though. She was just annoying. He hated her hair. Stupid hair. Stupid pink.
At first, her hair was short. Then some idiot spread a rumor that Sasuke Uchiha liked long hair. So she grew her hair, all the way down to her waist. Great, even more pink. Then he got stuck on the same team as her. And there was pink everywhere. Stupid pink. Stupid team. Stupid bastard who spread that rumor.
And then she cut it (crazy, huh?). Right in the middle of the Chunin exams. To save him and Naruto. Then there was pink on the ground. Pink from the hair she cut. Maybe pink wasn't so bad…he still disliked it though. He would tell no one, but he always liked short hair better.
He left Konoha not long after. She was crying, begging him to stay. He knocked her out and left her on a bench, tearing out a piece of him at the same time. He ran all night without stopping, desperate to leave her behind. It didn't work. And so the image of her face…framed with pink hair…lingered in his mind for the next two years.
Until he saw her again.
She still had short hair. And it was still pink. Well, duh, what had he been expecting, blue? He almost killed her that day. Almost. But he didn't. He convinced himself it had nothing to do with her; he just didn't feel like killing that day. For the next week, he saw pink everywhere. Stupid memory.
Karin's hair was red. But it wasn't pink. It wasn't the same.
Her wedding kimono was pink. She wasn't marrying him. Not that he cared. Of course not. But he noted the pink of her dress was absolutely radiant on her. Her hair was still pink. She was beautiful. He didn't mind pink much anymore. But he hated the man she was marrying. He told himself it was because she deserved better than that. Stupid (but lucky) bastard.
Pink was the colour she named her daughter after. Her daughter grew up as a pretty and strong kunoichi. She had pink hair too. Pink was taking over the world. He hated pink again. It reminded him of how he screwed up his life every time he saw that accursed colour. Of course, it had nothing to do with her…it was just a psychological connection. Nothing to do with her at all…
She died when she was 32. It was during a mission. They found her body in the forest. He was part of the search party. He was the one who had found her. Her blood was a deep red. He liked that colour. But not on her. If only it had been pink blood, it would have made the whole thing a lot easier.
The sunset was pink. Maybe it was just him, but there appeared to be no other colours than pink. Maybe, just maybe…she was up there. Which would explain why everything in the sky was fucking pink.
Pink.
The colour of her hair. The colour that would best describe her bubbly and caring personality. It was a colour that reminded him of her. Stupid memories. Stupid pink.
He hated pink.
But he loved her.
This started off as fluff and ended up as angst/slight tragedy. Crap. I couldn't help it...angst is too tempting!! Maybe I'm just not meant to write happy fics. Argh! Sasusaku is always the hardest pairing to write fluff for, at least for me. :(
Please review!! Constructive criticism will be much appreciated!!
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