Incongruous
Life twists and turns, dancing and looping in an eternal circle, or at least that's what I've found in my travels. I may be wrong, so many others before me have been, but I think that life is far too unpredictable to be a straight line. People change, the good become evil, the weak become strong, and sometime the people you love turn into the people you hate. All and all life is one twisting, dancing loop and like a tornado it sucks you up, tosses you around, and just when you're about to give up it spits you out where there are lots of rainbows and dancing munchkins with giant lollipops.
Steam curled around me, licking my alabaster skin and caressing my petite form. I sighed retreating into the warm embrace of the water in the sanctuary of the hot springs and let the tension fade from my well toned muscles. Slowly, whether from the rare moment of peace or the delirium caused by staying in the hot water for too long I began to let memories of the past latch on to me and drag me under. I could barley fathom how much I had changed, no how much everything had changed.
I was once naïve, thinking that my prince charming would fall for me and sweep me off my feet, but I grew out of that once I realized what my prince really craved; power. I tore myself away from my silly empty headed ways and began to train seriously because I needed to become what he craved. However, my teacher had given up on me probably at first sight when he saw I had bubble gum pink hair. After all what serious ninja had pink hair? I was overshadowed by my teammates and protected because like a flower I was fragile and might just break if the wind blew too hard. I was meant to be looked at but never touched; always there to support my team but never fighting.
Then memories over came me flooding my head in a violent torrent , memories of rain and onyx eyes staring straight through me, never at me. After all, I wasn't worth staying for.
"Thank you" Two mysterious words for a lifetime of devotion
Then blackness. The bastard knocked me out and left me in the cold and rain on a freaking park bench. Well I suppose that's more than I expected from him. I would have thought he would have left me on the ground. I guess he thought his one small kindness would soften the blow. He was wrong.
Naruto. His soft cerulean eyes, his eternal love, his devotion, his dreams; gone. He left to train, for me, to become stronger, for me, and to bring back Sasuke, for me. I guess at some point, although I don't know when, I began to love him, in what way I'm not sure, but I know I love him enough to die for him and would go to hell and back to save him. He inspired me to become a stronger ninja, so that I could protect him from Akatsuki. That's how I became the Hokage's apprentice and one of the most if not the best medical ninjas in the world. I became strong. I finally bloomed.