Sasuke hated flowers.
In fact, he hated everything about them the moment he learnt that they eventually died. He vaguely remembered his mother tending to flowers in her garden, and her silky black hair blowing in the wind. It was a long distant memory, but for some reason, Sasuke had remembered her watching a night blooming cereus in the night, and then dying almost instantly.
"What's the point if it's just going to die?" Sasuke asked. He watched his mother laugh and she gave him a pat on the head.
"Because it's beautiful." She replied.
He hated that flower— taking from the sun, and showing its beauty to the night. Sasuke looked at his comrades Sakura and Naruto, and wondered what they were thinking as they watched the sun shine gloriously on the rooftops of their new village.
He pulled out a lighter and inhaled. "I give it ten years." Sasuke scoffed.
Sakura hated her name more than anything in the world. She was a fucking Sakura flower— and what the hell did Sakura flowers to help anyone anyway?
It shouted out into the world Hello! I'm a fucking flower! I am pink and I look prett. I'm just a flower. Oh well.
"I give it five." She added, taking Sasuke's cigarette and inhaling. She passed it along to Naruto, and he took it without hesitation.
Sakura shook her head and retreated down into the mountains, away from the new Konoha they had built. Sakura was weak—but at least she had her two boys to keep her company. She would be even stupider if she thinks she could go out on her own.
"Two." Naruto interjected. The three ninja walked down into the mountains and accepted their department. There was no use staying somewhere they didn't really belong.
"Let's get these flowers out of my sight already." He said. Naruto played with the soft petals of pink carnations and forget me not's.
Naruto, most of all, couldn't stand flowers.
Standing next to a grave, Naruto bent down and placed the bouquet next to a growing tree. He couldn't bear the sight of more of his friends die, and flowers—well, flowers just made everything worse.
His parents, Neji, Jiryia, —and he could go on and on.
"He was a good sensei." Naruto said.
"Too bad he was a pervert." Sakura added. Sasuke had no words to say to his old sensei. He touched the tree that protected the stone from the rain and sighed.
"Bastard wouldn't give on up me." He whispered. "He should have learned."
The three looked one last time at Kakashi's head stone and started to walk into the forest—not really sure which way they were going.
"Don't look back Naruto," Sakura said, "it's bad luck."
The blonde haired man laughed. "Hell, Sakura, I know a lot about bad luck."
As they walked into the sun light, and green forest, Naruto watched as his two best friends hold their heads high, not sure what lay ahead of them. They were a bouquet—the three of them; Sakura; a pretty sakura flower, Sasuke; a night blooming cereus, and him; forget me not's.
Naruto held his head high, and walked straight into the day.
"This," He told them, "Is not the end."