A/N: I don't really have anything to say except I have REALLY BAD writer's block right now…I would be updating But Home Is Nowhere if I could write, but I can't, so I'm doing this instead to get the juices flowing. I guess there could be an angst warning if you're REALLY sensitive, and there's a really itsy bit of implied SasuNaru. It will be more concrete in the next section…this will only have two parts, both drabble length. Let's hope it gets the juices flowing again…haha…Enough of me rambling, then, on with the fic.
Loving Imperfections
Sakura
When asked why, she barely has to think before the words, "Because he is perfect" fly from her mouth, an adoring squeal emerging directly after them. She sighs as thoughts of him float through her head, his beautiful stone features, icy eyes, and stoic expression etching permanent lines of affection within the chambers of her warm, girlish heart. She loves the way he looks at her when she says hello, imagining that those black voids he calls eyes are warming, just slightly, or that his unbreakable mask cracks a little as he lets a small noise escape his throat.
She spends months, even years of her life feeding these feelings, stoking them like a fire, hoping that some day her love will finally be returned. She hopes every morning as she wakes, and every day as she watches him ignore her, preferring the attentions of another, and every night as she brushes the tangles out of her now short hair. Her green eyes still sparkle with delight when he acknowledges her presence, even though his gaze soon turns to another. She will always love him, and she will always hope.
He is too perfect to break her heart. He is too perfect to reject her after so many years of dedication. And he is too perfect to fall for someone else. Especially not some loud, obnoxious, exceedingly annoying blonde who can't possibly know what it's like to fall in love with someone, having never been exposed to the love of a family. Not the brain dead, childish, self absorbed idiot who couldn't stop being bothersome long enough to have real feelings. Certainly not Naruto.
So why then? Why was she standing in the middle of the road, tears streaming down her face and no one there to tell her she would be alright? Maybe she wasn't as mature as she'd thought. And maybe the blonde wasn't so annoying. And maybe she had been wrong to love someone because they were perfect. After all, perfect people didn't break other people's hearts, did they?