-1Disclaimer: The only thing I get out of this story is the joy of creating something. I do not own Naruto.
For
Sasuke, the Sakura tree in the park held many memories. The tree
sheltered the bench where he had laid his Sakura as he went to
Orochimaru. It was also where he had first seen her when he
returned.
When he came back! Kami, those days where hard. Naruto
was the first to thaw from the icy silence, then Kakashi. Sakura
though, she was tough. For months, she refused to speak to him. It
hurt really, really bad.
So, he would go to the Sakura tree. The green of the grass was the color of her eyes, the blossoms the color of her hair. It was almost painful to be there. Sasuke would close his eyes, and breathe in the scent, and imagine it was Sakura he was holding.
After three or four months, she finally became friendly again. The first time they really talked about him leaving was under those branches. The first time he asked her out was under the Sakura tree.
Sasuke still blushed when he thinks about the first time they kissed. Yes, it was under the Sakura tree.
So many memories under the tree, and now he's going to make another.
"Sakura," He said, bending down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
With tears in her eyes, she bent down and hugged him tightly. "Of course I will!"
For Sasuke, the Sakura tree in the park held many memories. It was where he became happy.
Did you like it? This is actually the only Naruto related fluff I have in my entire notebook. Every thing else is angst. Thanks for reading, and please, please, please, review!