A/N: More SasuSaku, but this time...Sasuke has a stalker while he's training! This is set sometime after Shippuden, when (I presume) Sasuke returns to Konoha. Inspired by "Heaven", by Techno Envy.
I don't own Naruto!
He glides over the ground, seeming to float in slow motion as the fluid, practiced movements pirouette him across the span of dirt and grass he uses to train.
Bare feet tap gently at the earth, and he slows his movements more.
Calm.
Relaxed.
Peaceful.
Free.
He is free.
His arms become a tiger's paws as he speeds up his motions, clawing at the air with powerful strikes. A kick, a flip, and he's dodging invisible blows from equally not-there enemies, spinning over and over and over in an endless cycle.
He loses track of time.
The sun beats down at his back, the wind rustles through the trees, and a cool stream flows quietly somewhere to his left.
Like chakra through his veins.
The blued energy surrounds him now, spurring his actions to higher and higher speeds.
Block. Dodge. Punch. Punch. Kick. Spin. Flip. Slide. Crouch. Handspring.
He moves like the water itself, ever-changing, always relaxed, cool, calm, and collected.
He is the water.
But he is unaware of one thing; he has a watcher.
Her short pink hair appears slightly through the branches as she kneels in the trees, hidden amongst the leaves like the good kunoichi she is. And she observes.
As he dances about the clearing with abandon, slashing at the foes only he can see with lightning in his palm and fire in his onyx-and-cobalt-streaked eyes. Black, almost-navy hair floats around his beautifully sculpted face, bangs stroking his aristocratic cheekbones and the rest flaring out in the back. His skin gleams ivory, and she stares.
Because he is the image of perfection.