Disclaimer: I am in NO way part of the development, production, or distribution of Naruto because if I was the show would be called Sakura and it would be a lot more perverted than it already is.
What can I say? I am just inspired this month. C: Anyways, the rough outline for this oneshot came to me while I was in my grandpa's old 80s truck bumping along down a winding country road. He was trying to teach me about life lessons and lucky for you guys, I couldn't keep my concentration. I kept thinking about Kakashi and Sakura.
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For twelve years I have watched a love-sick girl blossom into the beautiful young women she is today. I must say that she isn't the same wide-eyed pre-teen girl I once knew. She has matured.
I have seen her long for a childhood crush.
I have seen her love.
I have seen her break and it almost killed me.
On her sixteenth birthday she began her transformation into the women I love today. To honor that momentus event, I have her a small white gold locket in the shape of a heart. The pink and yellow diamonds speckled across its front sparkled as it gingerly hung from her graceful neck. She wore it everyday until he returned.
After he returned we didn't talk much. Well, except for the occassional chance passing on the street. She was always preoccupied.
He died on a mission a year later.
At nineteen, the man who had been sent to replace her childhood crush on team seven proposed to her. Heartbroken over the loss of first love, she accepted.
Only weeks before the wedding she found him and her best friend in a compromising position. Needless to say, she ended it...with both of them.
At twenty-one she was announced to have reached sannin level. She had surpassed her shishou, Tsunade-sama.
Later that year she joined ANBU. She was put on my team, with me being the captain.
Now at the ripe age of twenty-four, I have never seen her happier.
Her jade orbs twinkle and no longer hold tears.
Her roseatte hair now falls just past her shoulders but one would never know it. She always twist her hair up into a messy bun.
She has a loving husband who would die for her. A husband that would withstand brutal torture to keep her safe.
I have never loved her more.
"Kakashi, you have been staring at that old photograph of team seven for hours now." She walked from the kitchen to the living room. She was standing right behind him with the couch functioning as the only means between them. She twirled her small fingers into the ends of his silver locks.
"Gomenasai dear, ... I was lost in thought." He remained sitting on the couch with his back propped against a fluffy pillow.
"Ahhh...anything important?" She ruffled his already messy hair as she withdrew her fingers and glanced at him with concern.
"No dear...I was just recollecting old memories."
He smirked. He reached behind him and tenderly grasped her wrists firmly. With a thump he had managed to flip her over the back of the couch so that she now rested atop his warm body.
"But don't you think it's about time we start making new ones?" He seductively whispered as he pulled her into an unforgettable passionate kiss.