FR0M THE DiARY 0F NiKKi;; I had fourteen different plots for small/short fics, and this is the first. They were originally planned for my closest guy friend's birthday (which was Thursday) and uh, this is the first one because it's the one I felt most inclined to write. Actually, as far as our relationship is concerned, we've both spent time as Naruto, and both spent time as Sakura . . I think you'll understand if you read it. And if you don't, feel free to message/email me and I'll explain. (: I'll try to have the others up soon!
THiNGS Y0U SH0ULD KN0W;; The only thing I own is the plot . . I believe. Uh; everything you recognize, (c) Kishi. No warnings, and the pairing is Naruto x Sakura. Enjoy!

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"Sakura-chan…!"

Eager.

"What, Naruto?"

Annoyed.

"… Please …?"

Desperate.

"Naruto…"

Strained.

"Sakura-chan…"

Somber.

"Alright, Naruto."

Hesitant.

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"Sasuke… where are you, now? I've waited, Kami, have I waited… but you know Naruto…"

Her voice was feather-soft as she lightly touched the hem of her pink dress, a colour that matched her hair. She hadn't noticed when she picked it out, but now she did, and her eyes closed.

Naruto loved the colour of her hair. Many times Sakura had caught him lightly touching it, or telling her how pretty it was.

On the other hand, Sasuke had seemed annoyed with it, and Sakura had always hated that, because she'd love him. Love, though, she felt wasn't real.

(phonyfakeartificialahoaxanillusioin)

A tear slid down her cheek as she picked up her brush --

(black she thought, and remembered sasuke, but shook her head because naruto was downstairs: naruto, not sasuke)

-- and ran It through her hair, slow stroke after slow stroke, watching herself in her mirror.

"Sakura, honey…?"

Delicately, she placed the brush back on her vanity and turned to the door, where her mother appeared.

"Mom…"

The word left her lips and she stumbled forward into her mother's arms, tears streaming silently.

"Clean yourself up, Sakura. Naruto's waiting. Not the Uchiha."

As her mother's warmth left her, Sakura nodded, and picked up her purse as she crossed the hall to the bathroom, taking the time to make herself look pretty, because Naruto deserved it.

… She deserved it.

After a few minutes, she started down the stairs, and it slowly began to feel right. Sasuke hadn't appreciated her, only smited her. Naruto loved her.

"… 'tebayo,"

Naruto, She could hear him, talking to her mother.

Her eyes, green like sea foam, closed for a moment as she let herself think one last time of Sasuke, and then, he appeared in front of her, waiting, at the bottom of the stairs.

He wasn't in orange, either, how surprising, but a white tuxedo.

(how could naruto afford something like that?)

And my, did he look taller than usual.

(was he becoming more of a man?)

His hair looked softer, his eyes happier.

(he looked, altogether, attractive, she would admit)

The smile on his face was truly happy.

(and kami did it feel good to know she'd put it there)

She was in a pink that matched her hair.

(she remembered it was his favourite)

And wow, she did have womanly curves.

(she had finally grown up, and done so well)

Her eyes were gentle, but she looked nervous.

('sasuke', he thought, and then, 'i have to be careful')

The way she walked, though, said she was confident.

(does she know what she does to me…?)

She paused, two steps from the bottom, because he was there, in front of her.

And simultaneously.

"Oi, Sakura-san… you're beautiful, 'tebayo." … "Naruto… you look very handsome."

Smile harder, blush a bit.

His grin was totally genuine, just like his words.

She finally smiled as her face colored with the compliment, and meant every word she said.

Honestly.