Every song has a story:

Rating: K

Paring: Sasuke and Sakura

Sweet Child O' Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

-Axel Rose

Lazy days were really only good for a few things, sleeping, catching up on work, and thinking. No missions, training cancelled, clean house and an anal retentive nature that dictated his sleep schedule, forced Sasuke to do one of these things: thinking.

Running many thoughts through his head, they passed almost like a photo album on fast forward, images, feelings laid out in black and white.

The past was always something he avoided thinking about like the plague, there were too many things in his past that he regretted too much to repress the self hatred if he dwelled upon them; instead he turned his thoughts into an analysis of the people in his images.

In the years of their acquaintance, Naruto really hadn't changed that much, loud, obnoxious, ramen loving, blonde, short –Sasuke thought with a smug smile on his face when he recalled the slight differences in their height, him being the taller by a scant few centimeters- and loyal to a fault.

Kakashi… Hell sometimes Sasuke wondered if Kakashi even changed his clothes the way the man seemed to be forever constant… he really couldn't name one thing about Kakashi that had changed in the time he had known the lazy elite.

Now to focus on the teammate that had changed the most: Sakura. Unlike all the male members of Team Kakashi, she seemed to change her looks just as often as he bought tomatoes. In the years since he had returned to Konoha, she had grown her hair out and cut it a total of four times, he'd counted each one. It'd be up one day, down another, and in pig-tails the next. Her outfits varied too, running the gamut of short skirts to strict jounin uniform to casual jeans and a tee.

She was an enigma; emotions ran rampant through her, and she let them. Not caring if he sneered and scorned her for it, and for some reason… he admired that.

Staring at her as she lay casually flung across his couch he took her in like a cool draught of water, she was an unchanging-forever changing figure. She would always let emotions show, she would always care for him, and she would always change her mind on something given half a chance. She was his channel for the rest of the world; he couldn't interact with society so he let her do it for him.

Letting a small smile grace his face for a brief moment as she snorted in her sleep, she was his, she was precious and she always would be. She may not be gorgeous, she may not be perfect, but to him she was everything… maybe one day he'd let her know that. Whispering silently, he told her sleeping form: "Sweet child of mine." As he let his head fall back resuming his lazy thoughts.

A/n: Hi all, feel free to make song requests, I'll try my hardest to come up with something if you do.

-Love Jenn.