I wrote this such a long time ago, it really makes me wonder about the state of mind I was in... :/ Anyway, this is the second story I published, and like the first one, it's an "outlook" on a character's life (viewed by my crazy caffeine, nicotine and sugar high Muse and me -_-), I still can't write a real story with a plot and characters because I always end up abandonning the idea, so I guess I'm just practicing for now... but who cares, I'm just rambling :p
Disclamer : If you ever hear that Masashi Kishimoto has long blond hair and strawberry earrings, that means I own Naruto^^! Otherwise, well, dreaming is still legal, right...?
Alone in her appartment, Haruno Sakura was just finishing her third bottle of wine. But she wasn't as depressed as she seemed to be, for she still had two others waiting to be downed, thanks to her shishou. Why would the Godaime Hokage offer such a large quantity of alcohol to her apprentice is a good question...simply because it was a regular gift in her opinion, and because she wished she could have had such a cool present for her sixteenth birthday too ! So, as you would have guessed, the kunoichi was celebrating her birthday getting drunk by herself, and she was beginning to understand why her mentor drank so often even though her hangovers were worse than hell every morning. This numbing feeling was nice !
With Naruto gone once more with Jiraiya for some obscure reason, Sai nowhere to be found, and Kakashi sensei ignoring her as usual, she felt as lonely as could be. Of course Tsunade would have stayed with her, but she had to deal with a two months worth pile of paperworks and Shizune wouldn't let her escape her duty. Though they weren't ennemies anymore, she still wasn't close enough with Ino to ask her to spend time with her for the occasion, and they were still rivals in a way, so letting her see this saddened and weakened state didn't sat well with the pinkette either...She wasn't really friends with anyone else in the rookie nine, so she realised that she really was going to spend her birthday alone. Just like the two previous ones.
Opening her fourth bottle, she stared at the candle in front her, which smelled of cinnamon. The beautiful dancing flame was enough to distract her a few minutes from her growing despair, hypnotizing her just like the eyes she was thinking about would if she looked into them. Then she snapped out of it, angry at herself. How could she think about him on such an occasion, this whole evening had been depressing enough ! She didn't need to remember the pain she felt for being weak and useless, when she was all by herself, sitting on the floor and drinking her sixteenth birthday into oblivion...She decided she had enough, blew the candle and stood to stumble to her room. She collapsed on her bed and whispered just before losing consciousness :
"Well....happy birthday to me !"
But nobody was there to notice her sarcastic tone.