A Fan for a Cherry Blossom
By Nissan Hoshi
It was a windy day in Konoha and dark clouds filled the sky thanks to the rain that had come last night and that was supposed to come today. The fifteen- year- old Hokage's apprentice, Haruno Sakura, was sitting at her window. Her pink hair hung slightly above her shoulders and her green eyes sparkled as she watched more dark clouds arrive over the village.
Sakura had no idea why, but she wanted to go out for a walk before the storm came. So she grabbed her coat, put it on, and went the door. She didn't have a clue where she was going, only subconsciously did she know the path she was on. Some how she found herself inside the Uchiha grounds (I know, shocking right?).
She'd been here only a few times over the two years that the last Uchiha in Konoha decided to go to Orochimaru; once with Naruto and Kakashi to try and find a clue to where their beloved Sasuke was. When Sakura saw the picture of Team 7 face-down, she immediately set it upright. It made her somewhat happy to know that he did care for them at one point.
The other times Sakura had come she was being nosy and looking through his things. She had found a picture of his family with the glass broken in a drawer, and something unidentifiable that had 'Haruno' written on it.
Today Sakura walked through the empty Uchiha complex to Sasuke's old house. She slid the door open, stepped in and took off her shoes. She put them next to the pair that Sasuke had left there two years ago and calmly walked through the house's main hallway towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen the faucet always dripped. Every time Sakura had been in that house the faucet dripped even if you turned it all the way off. When she had heard that Uchiha Itachi had been assassinated she went to the house and the faucet's dripping had slowed some. Sakura thought of it as a sort of omen, and if the dripping stopped it meant that something had happened to Sasuke.
Sakura walked into the living room which was completely silent and still. She wondered how a living room could have the feeling that if you walked into it, you'd lose yourself. She continued on toward Sasuke's old room. She slowly peeked in to see the room the same as it always was; although she felt like something was a little different.
She looked over towards the dresser where the picture of Team 7 was. She saw that the photo was face down again. Sakura walked over to it, and with a raised eyebrow set it upright for the second time. She sighed deeply as she looked around the room.
She suddenly heard something hit the window and turned to see that the storm outside had started. She ran over to the sliding doors and went outside. The wind blew the sharp drops of water at her causing her to squint. Sakura quickly made her way back in and closed the door. "Man, I wanted to be home before the storm started," she said to herself.
A while later, Sakura was sitting in front of the door watching the rain fall outside and waiting for the storm to pass so she could go back home. Sakura really didn't know why she came here and desperately wanted to leave.
She was getting tired and wanted to sleep, so she laid down on the floor. She would have taken the bed if it was some one else's house, but knowing how much Sasuke disliked her, she felt it was better to stay on the floor.
After about twenty minutes, she had fallen into a deep sleep. The storm was still going and it was about 7:45. Someone who had been watching her from the closet cautiously walked out. He crept over so that he stood over Sakura's sleeping form. He crouched down next to her and picked her up bridle-style from the cold floor to carry her over to the bed and lay her down. He put the blanket over her as she moved to try to get comfortable while still asleep.
The man standing over Sakura smirked as she wrinkled her nose at the feel of the new surface underneath her. She cuddled under the covers. The raven-haired man sat down on the other side of the bed and started thinking to himself.
A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot, but now it's a two-shot. I hope you like it!