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A/N: This is my first drabble series, so to speak. I just always get mini-ideas that can't quite be developed into stories, hence this series.

Updates will be sporadic. Stories longer than 1k will be uploaded to my account as separate one-shots/stories.

You may have noticed that this is titled Blossoms. Stories will be one of five types:

Cherry Blossoms, which means it is a SasuSaku-centric story. (majority)

Lavender Blossoms, a NaruHina-centric story.

Fated Blossoms, a NejiTen-centric story.

Sandy Blossoms, a ShikaTema-centric story.

Painted Blossoms, a SaiIno-centric story. (probably will be a rarity)

IF YOU HAPPEN TO DISLIKE ONE OF THE PAIRINGS, JUST SKIP THE STORY IN QUESTION AND CONTINUE ONTO THE NEXT ONE.

I will specify the 'Blossom' type in the CHAPTER title with initials (i.e: a SasuSaku story will say CB next to it.)

Enjoy!

Title: Blossoms

Summary: Let your love blossom. DrabbleSeries. SasuSaku. NaruHina. NejiTen. ShikaTema. SaiIno.

Rating: T for now. If later chapters contain smut, I'll warn you!

Pairings: SasuSaku NaruHina NejiTen ShikaTema SaiIno. May contain mentions of other couples.

Warnings/Notes: Short drabbles. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to its rightful owners, not me.

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Chapter 1: Pink Sunsets, CB

Training had gotten a bit weird for us.

That was an understatement.

Ever since Sasuke had returned to Konoha after helping us defeat Madara—saving my life from a fatal blow by a resurrected Kazekage of the past in the progress—he'd been…strange.

Maybe it was just me. As far as I knew, he was perfectly normal around Naruto and Kakashi. Normal as in condescending and sarcastic, but that was his normal.

But I couldn't help but feel shivers run down my spine when he'd asked me to train with him, alone.

Alone, as in…alone.

"Earth to Sakura."

I jerked my head up, blinking and stammering into the face of the man of my dreams himself, Mr. Sasuke Uchiha. "Oh, sorry, Sasuke. I…just blanked out there for a second."

"Hn."

"Sorry," I apologized again, biting my lip. I looked at him just as he turned away from me. Shit, my inner-self slapped me. He was definitely pissed.

"Hn. It's dangerous."

I cringed, expecting a tirade about how irresponsible and weak I was being and a few disappointed, 'is this all you got' looks, but got nothing except an extended hand.

"Sasuke?"

He raised an eyebrow, his 'are you retarded' gaze reinstated. "Do you want to get up, or…?"

I flushed crimson and took his proffered hand, stuttering out another apology. I managed to ignore the thoughts of how warm his calloused hand was by focusing on my training strategies. Sasuke was no easy-to-beat genin; if I started daydreaming again, I'd probably get myself killed.

"So," I said, brushing off the back of my shorts and praying to Kami they weren't stained by the grass or dirt. I'd made the mistake of wearing white gym shorts to training.

"So." He echoed.

"Um…Wanna spar?" I offered. Sparring wasn't my specialty; I preferred using my agility and smarts to fight, not my brute strength—not that I was lacking in that department.

Sasuke nodded, much to my relief.

For the next three hours, we sparred mercilessly, taking only the occasional five-minute break. By the end of the long regime, we were both panting for breath, shallow cuts and bruises lining our exposed skin.

I looked up, surprised to see that the sun was already beginning it descent and the sky was starting to stain pinkish-red. "Wow, it's already sunset, huh?"

I wasn't expecting an answer, so I was rather surprised when I got one. "It's…pretty."

"You like sunsets?" My voice expressed my surprise.

He seemed to redden a little. "No, it's just…the color's pretty. It reminds me of…" He trailed off.

"What does it remind you off, Sasuke?"

"It reminds me of…" He bit his lip unsurely, but I prodded him on with an encouraging look. "It reminds me of you."

"Me? Really?" I sounded breathless even to my own ears, but Sasuke either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "It's pink and pretty…not that I'm saying you're—You are, but…I'm not…wait, I am…I don't know." He gave up with a sigh.

I erupted into giggles. He'd called me pretty. My inner-self swooned. "I get it, Sasuke-kun. I get it. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He hesitated. "…Are you hungry…?"

"Oh, I don't know." His unexpected compliment had given me a sudden boost of confidence. "Are you?"

My boldness apparently took him off guard, because he took a few moments to respond. "…I guess so."

"So…"

"You, uh, wanna catch dinner?" Sasuke awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Maybe catch a movie afterwards…we don't have to if you don't want to…"

"Are you asking me out, Sasuke?"

The corner of his lip curls up into a wry smile. "I guess I am. Are you going out with me?"

"I guess I am," I echo, looping my arm through his.

A/N: I hope you read the A/N at the beginning. If you didn't, shame on you, go back and read it, It contains info about this series, as will future A/Ns, so you're advised to read them all!

The continuation of this 'series' will be based solely on your—the reader's—reactions. If I get positive feedback, it will be updated more often. It's that simple.

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~HauntedMoonlight~