Hi! I was reading Alice in Wonderland just now, and somehow it made me remember Peter Pan. So, my creative juices suddenly pumped through my system, and i decided to write a new story for Sakura and Sasuke, based on my favorite childhood bedtime story Peter Pan. I hope you like it.
Oh, and one reason why i just have to write this story is because i need a break from my Of Redemption series. and i hated the Naruto chapter 481 that came out yesterday... Argh! i just needed something to make me believe Sasuke is still redeemable. Are you guys feeling the same depressing feeling as i do now? T_T
Disclaimers: Characters are based on Kishimoto Masashi's Naruto, and the plot is based on JM Barrie's Peter Pan and Wendy.
Read and review please!!!
Sakura was the eldest of the three siblings of the respected man in their village, Namikaze Minato, and the most beautiful woman who showed a sweet mocking smile which Sakura herself could never mimic, Uzumaki Kushina. Kiba was the second son, whose time and affection was spent to their nanny-dog Akamaru as if the dog herself bore him into the world. And last was Naruto, whose yellow hair spiked up resembling his great father, and who snickered so much like Minato when he was young, narrated their mother.
Kiba got his gentle eyes from their mother and his naughty grin from their father. But sometimes, Sakura would note that he might really have gotten those grins from Akamaru; and sometimes, Sakura believed that he might really be Akamaru's lost child.
At times when Sakura looked at the mirror and saw her bubblegum-colored hair and perfectly polished jade eyes, she often wonder if she was adopted or she was secretly an empress who was lost in the forest of the Hidden Village among the Stars, and then the gallant Minato saw her crying under the bushes and took her home to their little home among the Leaves under the care of the affectionate Kushina.
Her mother would only laugh at her and shake her head. "You read too many fantasy stories, my child. Of course you are our wonderful daughter. Your cherry-blossomed hair was the result of your father's yellow hair and my red. Your grassy green eyes were from his blues and my brown. It's Kami-sama's funny color combination. So you have a touch of me, and a pint from your father."
After that, Kushina would kiss her daughter on the cheek and hug her tight and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this forever?"
"Remain like what, kaa-chan?" would always be Sakura's reply.
"Remain forever seven and cute and cuddly and so small I could wrap my arms completely around you," Kushina would always answer. But Sakura knew that all children must grow up, and all children would grow tall and she wanted to grow as tall as their bedroom door so she could just tap at the beam of the door instead of always trying to jump at it and reach it whenever she pass through it. She also wanted to grow as tall as the Christmas tree so she didn't have to pull her father's arms forcibly just to carry her so she can hang the star on top.
But just as the knowledge and common sense of all children growing became as clear as day for Sakura, she knew that all but one child ever grew old. Uchiha Sasuke.
He's that flying boy who flew to every child's dream at night or during afternoon catnaps. And Sakura would get a visit from him each time she closed her eyes ever since she was three. Kiba was also aware of Uchiha Sasuke, and at daytime, he would pester Akamaru to teach him how to fly; reasoning out that studying and shuriken training were all nonsensical when you know how to fly. Being a man, he would say, was all about flying.
Naruto was also all giggly when the children would gather around and talk about Uchiha Sasuke. He would flap his arms like a bird and run around the room, not minding the rough contacts of his soles with the tatami mats. He would also always demand for a bowl of ramen with lots and lots of miso be served on the foot of his crib before they sleep. It would be for Uchiha Sasuke, he would say. But in the middle of the night, the ramen would end up on his large little goofy mouth, reasoning out that Uchiha Sasuke had asked him to eat it for him.
"But he could be cocky sometimes, and all he could say was a puny little 'hn'," Sakura complained, pouting and folding her arms across her chest.
"Who is, my love?" Kushina asked, startled at her daughter's sudden monologue.
"Why Uchiha Sasuke, who else? He never said a word to me. He only looks back at me and coolly speaks, 'You really are annoying.'"
"Well, little boys are like that sometimes. They say things opposite to what they mean. And sometimes, they act as if they hate the girl they really like."
"He doesn't like me, kaa-chan. And boys don't act that way. Kiba-kun doesn't. He always says what he means. And Naru-chan really loves me so he kisses me always on my cheek and hugs me each time he greets me with 'Ohayo' or 'Oyasumi, Saku-neechan!'"
Again, her mother would only laugh at her and shake her head. That sweet mocking smile just above the tip of her lips would always appear. Sakura would call that thing 'a kiss'. And whenever she saw the kiss on her mother's lip, she rushed to the mirror of their bedroom hanging beside their window, and practiced smiling until the kiss would appear above the tip of her lips. But it never did.
"Maybe I'm looking at myself the wrong way. It could be this mirror being old and dirty and no longer glassy as all mirrors should," she pouted again. "Maybe I'll ask Uchiha Sasuke if the kiss is already on my smile." She said as she closed her eyes that evening. And that said evening, she dreamt. Of Uchiha Sasuke and of fairies and of pirates that wanted Uchiha Sasuke dead, and of ticking crocodiles and lost boys.
Sakura was having such a joyous dream that felt all too real, when the windows suddenly burst open and leaves that did not grow in Konoha Gardens danced their way in to the bedroom Sakura shared with her brothers. Akamaru, being their nanny-dog, was quick on her knees and barked at a little boy with black hair spiking at the back of his head and a smirk so original that one could say it was his signature smile, so much like Kushina's kiss. The boy stood on the window staring at the dog like it was the stupidest thing he had ever seen.
But Akamaru's barks and growls grew louder that each one seemed to make the dog grow in size. Sakura woke up, rubbing her eyes of any sleep dusts. "What's the matter, Akamaru?" And when she opened her eyes, she saw a boy fell from their open windows down to the road below, and then the boy flew up to the roof, passing her window again. In the process of falling and flying up again, the windows shut closed, allowing only the moonlight to pass through.
"Uchiha Sasuke-kun! It can't be!" She exclaimed, her hands on her mouth. "I cannot believe he left yet another mess. Leaves all around! Did he really have no time to learn house cleaning?" Sakura jumped out of her bed and picked up each leaves that the boy had trashed in their bedroom.
"Seriously, that boy needs to learn his manners. He should always, always leave his shoes outside. Poor Akamaru and Kaa-chan would have to clean these dirty tatami floors. Kaa-chan would blame Kiba and Naruto for this again." Sakura stacked the leaves on her nightgown, opened the window, threw them out, and closed it. As she turned around to face her bed, a black something bumped into her and it went to the window, trying to get out.
She almost screamed, but she noticed that the black something had an outline of a young boy that was only inches taller that her, and the top where the hair was had spikes that reminded her of Uchiha Sasuke. Sakura gripped on the black something and held him away from the window. She inspected it and it felt like cotton cloth, traced out of Uchiha Sasuke's frame.
"Are you Uchiha Sasuke's shadow?" she asked. And the thing nodded, much to Sakura's surprise. She thought shadows speak a different language, that she didn't really think the shadow would understand her. "Well, if you are, then Sasuke-kun would return tomorrow night and get you back. He even left you here; he's really childish and irresponsible." Sakura folded the shadow in a neat square, straightened it out with her hands before storing it on her bedside drawer.
"If I see him again, I'll give him an hour long lecture, and make him do his bed, and clean his dishes and sweep his floor and show him my kiss," rambled Sakura, as she yawned and drifted back to sleep to dream of that naughty little boy with no manners and no other words but a 'hn' and who smirked like an idiot and called her annoying whenever she laughed.
Thanks for reading...
Share me your thoughts... or i'll ask Sasuke-kun to run a Chidori straight to your heart, with Karin in front of you... BWAHAHAHAHA
(I'm really hang-up on that latest Naruto Manga Chapter... Come back to me, Sasuke-kun and we will leave happily ever after...)