It's two days before Valentine's Day. A light snow covers some of the grass. The village is absorbed in its daily activities. I'm inside my house staring at a cookbook.
I am Haruno Sakura. I'm a kunoichi from the Village Hidden in the Leaves. I'm lucky I happen to not have any missions right now. If I did have a mission, I wouldn't be in the kitchen making chocolates. When I finish these chocolates, I will give them to Sasuke-kun.
Uchiha Sasuke is the heir to the massacred Uchiha clan and one of my teammates. He's so cool. He has black hair and gray eyes. His hair is slicked straight back except the front portions. The front part frames his face. Not only is he handsome, Sasuke-kun is also a genius ninja. He knows several advanced jutsu and has inherited the legendary Sharingan. No one holds a candle to my Sasuke-kun.
There's only one problem with my plans to give my crush these homemade chocolates. Probably every girl in the village will be giving Sasuke-kun chocolates. So I have to think of a way to catch his eye with my chocolates. Especially since I know Ino will be giving him chocolates.
Ino used to be my best friend. But then I saw Sasuke-kun and well, Ino and I drifted apart. We stopped being friends and became rivals over a boy. I knew Ino had liked him first and so at first I tried to stop liking him but…I just couldn't do it. I knew Ino had dibs and she was prettier and more outgoing. I knew she had a better chance than I did with Sasuke-kun. I knew all this and yet I couldn't stop loving him. I still can't. So now my best friend is my rival and I have to best her.
So I'm making chocolates for Sasuke-kun in hopes he will confess his love for me. I stir my melting chocolate and sigh. I doubt he will though. After all, when we were assigned to the same team, he called me annoying. I try to tell myself that since we've worked together he doesn't believe that anymore but…I can still hear him saying it. I pass a rough hand across my eyes, dashing away the tears pooling in them. I can't cry now or I'll ruin my chocolates. I carefully pour the molten chocolate into some molds and wash the dishes.
I go to bed that night telling myself he doesn't think I'm annoying anymore but I can't help but worry. But this time I let myself cry.
