A/N: so. Things have not been great for Anbu-chan. Not at all. But that's life and we have to get through it regardless. I recently posted an update on my profile, and everything I said there still stands. The Barista will be updated once I can load files onto my computer and when I can get access to a computer (I'm typing using my phone right now) and I intend to work on more more serious focus after my overhaul. This stuff, this is for me, thus the name, For the Heart. All very simple stuff here, one shots at the moment. If I like something enough I might make something of it, but we'll see. Please, give a little love and review, tell me what you think. It would be great to hear from all of you.

Prompt: prompt #892 from thependragonwritersguild on tumblr

"Whenever I kissed that boy, his wings were always spread."

I do not own Naruto. Enjoy.

The first time Sakura laid eyes on him, he was lying in his own pool of blood in the grass of her backyard. Her heart jumped —is that a wing? Oh my god, it is— before she went to him, attempting to wake the strange man who had just fallen into her backyard, smushing her prized rose bushes with his fifteen-foot wingspan that she couldn't seem to wrap her head around, nope not yet.

He was beautiful, she noticed when she got close to him. Covered in white and gleaming metal, he seemed as if he was surrounded by an otherworldly glow, and she was almost afraid to touch him.

"Sir, you need to get up and get to a hospital," she said, touching his shoulder lightly. "You're bleeding all over my hydrangeas."

And it was true, he was. Hysterically, she decided that if he wasn't well enough to go to the hospital, he could stay in her house, but her garden was not the place to be passed out.

Sakura shook his shoulder again, hoping that it would wake him up. It did, and as soon as he opened his eyes, she was lost in them. Strange rings formed around his irises, which were a soft lavender in color, and seemed to be the new center point of gravity regarding her. The longer she stared into his eyes, the farther she seemed to sink into them, like some sort of black hole.

"Who are you?" She croaked, wincing at how throaty her voice sounded.

The man, with his strange eyes and deep ginger hair, blinked at her. He broke eye contact, allowing her to gasp for air again, before trailing his gaze all over her body.

"I am Pein," he said. She looked at him, very lost, and realized that his name should've meant something to her, according to the scandalized way he looked at her.

"Ok…" she trailed off. "I'm Sakura and you landed in my garden and you're bleeding all over the place. Maybe we should go to the hospital?" She asked him, hoping she could get some sort of control of the situation at hand.

He blinked once more, looking down languidly at his injured wing. The white and grey speckled feathers were soaked with blood. "This is a mere wound, I have suffered far worse. There is no need to worry, mortal."

And before Sakura could compute the sentence, —mere wound, mortal?— he was standing up, towering over her and wings stretching out. The tips of them brushed against the wooden fence she had built around the house.

She stood up, and grabbed the sweater from around her waist. It was an old, ratty thing she got from her friend Karin yeas ago, and she still wore it and loved it, but she handed it to the bleeding man anyway. Bundling it up, she pressed it into the sluggishly bleeding cut on his magnificent wings, steadily avoiding his trance-inducing eyes. "For the bleeding," she said, as if her actions needed clarifiying.

She could feel his gaze on her neck, the prickling feeling of being watched making her hairs stand up. She was a head shorter than him, and petite compared to his wide shoulders. She felt small, and backed away as soon as he put his hand on the bundled up clothing. He seemed to have some sort of aura around him, that pressed down on her like gravity was heavier, and she wasn't accustomed to it.

He watched her intently as she retreated. "Thank you," he said, his voice a rich sound in her ears. "You're welcome," she murmured back at him.

"You have helped one of God's angels. You will be rewarded," he said, and her head snapped up.

What?

The whole situation had her brain short circuiting, and it stopped altogether when he stretched his wings out completely. Despite being drenched in sanguine, they were gorgeous and looked incredibly soft, a mixture of small down feathers and longer, hardier feathers. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and despite herself, she felt her whole face heat up at the feeling of warm lips on her skin.

A very embarrassed, "Eep!" escaped her, but before she could think too much about it, he was launching himself into the sky and propelling himself ever upward into threatening-looking thunder clouds. When Sakura could no longer see him, rain burst down from the heavens; perhaps as if the earth could not bare to see him go, or the heavens cried to have him home.

What?

Dizzy, she turned back to her house, not minding the blood that was still on her flowers. With the upcoming thunderstorm, it would all wash away.

A couple of weeks later, when Sakura had thought it was all a dream, a rainstorm hit her neighborhood again, despite the fact that the wet season had ended quite a while ago. Through it all, her sweater and a sprig of daisies sat on her open windowsill, the one overlooking her garden.

It wasn't a dream.

Every time after, when a storm hit out of season, she knew to expect him. He was a Devine Being, and she had no idea what his interest was with a mortal like her, but when he wasn't defending the heavens, he was at home in her backyard, overlooking her as she cooed to her chrysanthemums and her lilies.

And every time he kissed her, his wings were ready to take him where she could not follow. Although, each kiss lasted a little bit longer than the previous, and in that she found her comfort.

A/N: let me know what you think. Ciao, Anbu-chan