Earning, yet Avoiding…
My arms throbbed and my legs were weary from the training with Orochimaru, but I hardly cared.
All I wanted was to sleep peacefully and forget about the world around me.
But she wouldn't let me.
I sighed and turned to my right. I closed my eyes and instead of darkness which was what I wanted, I saw her face again.
Green eyes that seemed to glow from the inside. Their color reminded me of a bottom-less lake on a hot summer day. Beautiful and bewitching.
Pink hair that lay in soft tresses and framed her delicate face. Her small nose and her creamy, almost unnaturally-perfect white skin.
If were a different person, I could have written poems about her beauty.
If were a different person, I wouldn't have left her.
But I am who I am and I cannot risk thinking about her.
"Huff"
I turned to my left and tried to think about something else.
Thankfully I didn't see her face this time.
But, I heard her laugh.
Like the sound of wind-chimes in a soft breeze. Like the laugh of a fairy from a dream. Ringing and resonation like bells.
"That's it!" I gave up trying to sleep and got up.
I walked through the dark under-ground hallway, wincing softly as my feet throbbed.
I climbed the steps that led outside quietly and checked to see if anyone was there. No chakra – I was alone.
It was spring and the air was warm with a slight nostalgic breeze.
A stream trickled by in it's never- wavering rhythm. I went towards it and dipped my feet in the soothing cold water, which elicited a satisfied sigh from me.
I loved her. That fact was undeniable.
If not, why would I try so hard to protect her and why would I have put up with- even long for her company?
She was intoxicating- breath taking, with her resonating laugh, her exotic hair, the light graceful steps she took when she walked that made her seem like she was dancing and those unfathomable eyes that displayed her emotions like a mirror and turned me sense-less.
I loved the way she cared about those little things, like the homeless kittens on the street and they way she could'ny help herself from rushing to help anyone she saw who needed it.
I liked the way she worried about the littlest things, like when Naruto being the dobe he was had gone and cut his knee and she even forgot to chatise him(though that came later) in her hurry to make sure he was in top condition- even though it was a small cut and he was a grown man who could take care of himself.
More importantly, I craved for the way she made me feel. She accepted and adored me blindly, like my scars and my faults didn't matter. They way she understood and stood-by me like she needed me there.
As a breeze flew by, I felt a slight weight on my head. As i reached for it, I discovered was a small cherry-blossom, delicate and beautiful…so like her…
"Sakura…", I heard my own rough voice unwillingly say as the held the delicate blossom in calloused and blood-stained hands.
I did not deserve her and something so pure-kind-genuine like her should-must not be stained by a creature so consumed with hatred as me.
I cannot change my fate and she shall not make me...how very ironic...