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By- Kage Sakura
Summary- Basically this is my first fan fiction so there aren't many complications. It's just a simple story describing Naruto and Sasuke's feelings toward Sakura. I tried to limit the fluff, and to capture each characters personality, but tell me what you think anyway. Read and Review Please! Now… Chapter One: Cherry Blossom
Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto or any of its characters.
Love, geez, is something I will never get. I mean what is it about that weird feeling, that gets girls excited and mushy and sentimental, and inspired to write a million mushy poems, while us guys sit there and listen to their sentimental rambling, all in the name of love? I sit there under the Sakura tree, with my teammate of the same name, wondering what on earth she was thinking going on and on about such a corny thing as her feelings for someone else. And here I was listening, a good friend indeed. Geez, why is it that I had to suffer through such things? Girls are just weird I thought to myself, my thoughts drowning out Sakura's voice.
I've always wanted to be acknowledged by someone. Always craving attention, and getting scolded in return, I made up a goal for myself. This goal was to become the Hokage of the village of Konoha, after the current old man, HokageThird. Why such a unique dream you may ask? It is because I feel that in becoming one of the most important ninjas of the village, the greatest ever, I can gain that acknowledgement I desperately crave. That, and I wouldn't have to take any crap from any body. Ha! Yes acknowledgement, to be noticed for once and not stared at like some freak of nature, and be praised, yes, I wanted it so much. But love? Never crossed my mind. In fact back then I didn't know such a word existed. Always being avoided by the other villagers, having a demon inside me, I guess I really didn't expect to be loved.
To be honest, my love has always been pork ramen (eh, not mine). The way it would be nice and warm in only three minutes, and taste incredible with little effort after a day of training. I guess that that was what I looked forward to at the end of the day, filled with lectures from stupid teachers, reminding me for the umpteenth time, that my practical jokes weren't going to get me any closer to graduating from the Ninja Academy. Yeah, my only comfort (as sad as it is to say) was a 3-min cup of pork ramen at the end of the day. I loved Ramen. Back then, I didn't even think about love for another human however. I would take to practical jokes to get attention, but love? Never missed it. But then again how can you miss something you've never had a chance to have?
I guess I can say I've felt compassion; this was when my teacher Iruka sensei almost gave his life for me when that bastard Mizuki tricked me. I mean, not to be corny or anything, but when a person actually almost dies to protect you, you feel a little moved. I actually shed tears at that time, and returned the favor by beating the bastard Mizuki to a pulp. Iruka sensei was the first person to acknowledge me, something I had always craved. Now, love was something I still didn't understand
This is what I think as I stare into the sky, not really listening to what Sakura-chan was saying. She and I were under the sakura tree waiting for Kakashi sensei, and she was reading me one of the hundred poems she wrote. She had recently gotten into this weird habit of writing weird love poems and reading them to me. Mind you they weren't for me, so why the heck would she read them to me in the first place?What kind of girl expects a 14-year old guy full of testosterone to actually listen to her fluffy delusions of love? But then again, it's sometimes hard for me to say no to Sakura-chan. So here I was staring at the sky basically thinking what ramen I should eat that day, basically ignoring her. It's not that I was trying to be rude, but these poems of hers, they all went on and on about the one person I hated most. Uchiha Sasuke. I wonder why she even bothers with him, I thought, forgetting about my lunch menu. Nonetheless, I kept nodding my head like I was interested, to show her what a sensitive guy I was. She kept on talking, I don't really think she noticed, my spaced out nature. Why would you pick such a bastard Sakura? I thought, still pretending to listen. She claimed to love Sasuke. I felt like hitting both of them; Sasuke for not realizing the babe's feelings, and Sakura for being so…desperately idiotic.
I swear, ever since back in the Academy, Sasuke wouldn't even glance her way. I remember the time after I graduated from that hell-hole. I was finally moved to a class with people my age, with new classmates. I didn't really make eye contact, because they would just stare me down. It was when I glanced up and saw two blue green eyes staring right back at me. I shivered under her intense gaze.
Flashback
"What a babe", I said maybe a little too loudly. She had pink hair halfway down her back, blue-green eyes that shone playfully, and a cute smile played on her beautiful face.
I guess she caught me staring at her, because she glared at me, and turned away. But that doesn't mean I stopped staring.
" Her hair is as shiny as...as…" I struggled to find the word. "Tinfoil". (Naruto is not poetic)
The girl next to her turned to her at her desk. "Sakura-chan could you please help me figure this out…" I drowned out the rest.
Sakura-chan. Even her name is perfect!
I saw that she was smiling about something and giggling, looking in my direction. My heart skip a beat, but the glee disappeared a second later, when I realized she wasn't staring at me.
"Sasuke-kun" Sakura said sweetly putting emphasis on every stab to my heart. Four syllables, that did it.
Sasuke being the bastard he always is, walked on as if he heard nothing.
Damn that Sasuke! Always getting girls' attention and not caring. It made my blood boil. So I went over to his desk and sat on it staring at him intently. He stared back with equal intensity. This was a battle of wits, a war so intense that even the teacher didn't try to stop us. I wasn't backing down, he had to know who he was dealing with. I stared into his black eyes for about 2 minutes, it seemed he wasn't backing down either. Suddenly as quick as our battle started, a change of scene occurred his face was dangerously close and in a sudden flash I pitched forward and somehow…Smack! My lips landed on his. It is not what you think, some baka behind me accidentally knocked me over, and then THAT happened. The girls were infuriated; talking about how I stole the kiss they were supposed to have. They were all glaring at me, and poor Sakura-chan looked like she just got smacked in the face. Yamanaka Ino looked as if she was going to strangle me.
I tried to laugh it off. "Warui! Shike shike!" Needless to say I ran home that day.
End Flashback
That was the first impression I had on Sakura-chan. I could never make up for it, but it didn't matter now. Now she only had eyes for Sasuke. Over the passing time we've become closer since she's in my cell along with Sasuke. We've been on several missions and took the Chunin exam together. She was now nicer to me as well, as if she had changed the way she saw me. My view of her never changed though. Love? Maybe. I didn't know what else to call this feeling, but then again love wasn't something I understood. I suspected it was a crush gone a-ride.
I shook my head erasing the delusions from my mind. Ha! Sakura-chan's corny poems were finally getting to me.
Dakedo, I thought. I couldn't understand what was it that made me so uneasy, when I was near her.
"Naruto Daijobu desu ka?" (Are u ok?)
I looked up to meet Sakura's gaze. She looked worried, her poem book lying forgotten on the grass.
I smiled. "It's nothing. Just a little hungry", I laughed like an idiot "Baka!", my mind yelled at me.
" That is just like you Naruto-kun." She ran her fingers through her hair. Pink as the blossoms she was named after. "The poem, she said. "Was it good?"
Then her face darkened. "You weren't even listening, were you? she sighed,I know that boys don't like this sort of thing…"
Of course I hadn't been listening. But I was happy that I could spend time with her. Even if all she did talk about was: Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. I scratched the back of my head, the way I always do when I get nervous.
"No, No Sakura-chan. I do like your poems. Even though I'm a guy and fluffy stuff makes me puke. I think your poems are amazing. Segoi. Segoi, Sakura-chan!"
Sakura-chan just looked at me. "You should really consider being a pro. In fact—"
"Shut up baka."
My eyes lit on fire. That dumb Sasuke had cut me off. Where did he come from anyway? "Grrrr……..SASU—"
" I said 'shut up'. You're giving me a headache." He put his hand to his head.
"NANI!…grrr" I was about to pounce on him, break his pretty little face, but Sakura-chan had already turned to him.
"Ne, Sasuke-kun. Are you okay? You don't look well…"
Sasuke shook her off, avoiding my death glare. "I'm fine. I'm fine. But I'm tired of wasting my time here. I'll see you around."
He turned to leave and I saw my chance.
"Yeah, yeah Sasuke, go home. Let me and Sakura-chan to have a little time toget—"
Before I knew it I was on the floor. Sakura leaning over me, looking like she was a murderer, waving another threatening fist.
"NARUTO?…Why on earth would you suggest something like that?"
Before I can answer Kakashi-sensei finally turns up.
"Hello my friends today I lost my way in life."
"LIAR!" We all shouted.
"Kakashi-sensei you're an hour late, and you give us the same excuse as always. Can't you come up with something a little more original?"
Kakashi-sensei smiled. Or at least his eyes closed, and he looked happy under his mask-thing. "No not really on such short notice."
"Ja, he continued. Today is not so important anyway. No missions came up, so I thought we good do some Sakura-tree viewing instead."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'no missions' sensei? I WANTED TO SHINE TODAY!"
Kakashi-sensei didn't even blink. "I meant what I said. Today is Sakura-viewing day."
He took out a picnic basket full of food, and spread a blanket on the floor. I suddenly forgot what I had been angry about. "Sit", he ordered.
Sakura still looked shocked. Sasuke looked disinterested. I was already on the blanket helping myself to some bento.
"Ja, the bastard Sasuke spoke up. "If this is what we're expected to do I'm definitely leaving. I have no intention of wasting my time. "
As he turned to leave, Sakura-chan, to my dismay, grabbed his arm. He shook her off.
"Will you please stop clingling to me? You're really getting on my nerves, worse than Naruto. Are you too stupid to see that I want to be left alone?"
Sakura stood frozen as he walked off. "SASUKE!" I yelled after him. I was going to make him regret ever being born. How dare he say those things to Sakura-chan?
"Don't."
I froze. Sakura's light touch on my arm felt warmer then my favorite ramen. She tugged at my sleeve, and shook her head. She had tears in her eyes, but she blinked them away and smiled.
"He's in a bad mood. It would be troublesome to push his anger."
"Besides", she said knowingly "your food will get cold. So just eat, and forget it."
She helped herself to a riceball.
"Sakura-chan" I said. She was truly amazing.
She smiled her eyes closed, tongue slightly sticking out, in the cute way I love. Yes, love. What else can I call the weird feeling whenI get near her, the one when your palms get sweaty and your stomach is queasy, and your heart starts beating a mile a minute? Maybe, as her poems suggest "A desire kept for myself"? Okay, I admit it. I listened to one, but it was the sound of her voice not the poem that kept me interested.
Under the Sakura tree, she turned back to her writing. Kakashi sensei had fallen asleep and the only sound was her soft voice as she voiced her writing out loud.
"…petals dancing, away in the wind. If you tried to catch them they would surely slip out of your hand. It is a beauty you long to touch but cannot grasp…"
I stared at her. He bright eyes, her white skin. Hair shiny like tinfoil. She was so beautiful, I thought, feeling the hormones take over me. If only I could…kiss her.
I leaned forward, and got a face-full of Onigiri. "Ouch", I said rubbing my sore cheek. She had managed to throw it as hard as a kunai. I guess anything in her hands is a deadly weapon.
"Gomen nasai" she muttered, blushing. "but you shouldn't have scared me like that Naruto-kun."
I laughed. "Shike,shike. Just trying to get a good look at your cool poem."
She just stared at me, making me feeling uneasy.
"Ano sa, Ano sa, this poem with cherry blossoms and trees and stuff. Is it for Sasuke?
She looked at me and smiled. "I don't know." She looked a bit sad, but nonetheless went back to her writing.
I couldn't possibly comprehend the situation. So I didn't try to. I looked up at the falling pink petals.
"Some day I will catch you Sakura-chan, and you won't just slip through my fingers…" I said it without thinking.
Sakura just stared at me blankly. "What did you say?"
Damn. Damn.
I had listened so much to her stupid poems, that I was using metaphors. I had to stop before I became a mushy glob of nothing. Baka, I scolded myself.
"Eh.." I felt my face burn up. "I said 'doesn't this taste good'?"
"Mm" she responded.
I laughed to myself, feeling kind of sheepish. I went back to eating my bento box rice. Nothing tasted better.
Yay! Chapter 1 Done. Suggestions? Comments? Please feel free to tell me in the review, but no flames please. There's like 6 more chapters to go I hope to get them up soon.
