A/N: Hey guys! It's me again, with yet another story. Honestly, I can't seem to keep all of these ideas out of my head! Ugh, I know I'm technically not supposed to publish this, at least, it shouldn't be published until it's all finished. Goes to show how that works out huh? lol

Well, this is my first AU story in the sense that there is no ninja activity or jutsu whatsoever. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now. So, like so many other stories (and ideas) of mine, I had to start writing it. I really don't have the time to keep this one up along with Lost in the Rain, but you know how that works… Eh, well, it doesn't. And this story has not been edited (well, it has by me, but I'm not the best editor of my own work) so just bear with me! Let me know if you see anything that I need to fix, though!

This story has a playlist going along with it, too! I have picked a number of songs for the entire story, but each chapter has their own one or two songs pertaining to it. I'll put a bit of the songs or just mention them right before the chapter starts. And thanks to my Lost in the Rain readers for answering my question on whether or not to post this story. Also, I really do not know how often I'll be able to post the chapters, but I'll try to post them as soon as possible. Thanks everyone!

Title: Forbidden Love

Genre: Romance/Angst/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Summary: They had been together once. Their love had been the talk of the town. But he had cheated, so she left. Now she's back in town, and there's a secret behind their lost and forbidden love…

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I'm here alone… I didn't want to leave… My heart won't move cause it's incomplete… Wish there was a way that I can make you understand… But somehow I'm still alive inside… You took my breath, but I survived… I don't know how, but I don't even care…

How do you expect me to live alone with just me? Without you? 'Cause my world revolves around you… It's so hard for me to breathe… You take the breath right out of me… You left a hole where my heart should be… Is it over yet?

I can't win.

Songs: No Air (duet by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown) and Breath by Breaking Benjamin

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1. Day One

Sakura stood at the welcome sign, her eyes taking in the small town of Konoha. A reminiscent smile curved her lips. This town had been her home. She had grown up here with all her friends; Konoha had changed little. The townspeople seemed to use cars a bit more (most of the roads were paved now), but that still didn't change the fact that many people walked. It wasn't full of too many people, but the people that did occupy Konoha liked to have their space. Many lived on the outskirts of the general stores and restaurants, while a few lived in the apartments above the businesses they owned.

A light breeze sifted through the air, and Sakura closed her eyes. She missed the weather of Konoha; Suna's desert climate was harsh and dry, but Konoha seemed to have the perfect balance of the seasons. She opened her eyes, and so many memories flitted through Sakura's mind—visiting this shop with friends, or pranking one of the storeowners, but one memory decided to plague her. It was the most recent memory of Konoha she had, and she wished that she could forget it.

She sighed heavily, pulling out her phone and dialing a number. She didn't need a reference; it was a number she knew by heart even after such a long time. However, her friend probably wouldn't recognize Sakura's number since she had changed it when she moved to Suna. She lightly touched the phone to her ear, hoping that her friend would pick up. After all, Sakura had made a promise to stop by her old town to visit should she be passing through the area.

Yamanaka Ino—Sakura's best friend. The blonde had a fiery personality with ice-blue eyes to match, a killer-shaped body, and a tendency to be known as the town's biggest flirt. Unfortunately, Ino's personality had worn off on Sakura. Her eyes were sparkling mix of mint and jade green, but she had been ridiculed when she was younger because of the color of her hair. It had been a rare genetic trait that her mother had passed on to her. Though her mother didn't have pink hair, Sakura did.

A soft smile sifted across the girl's face, her mind flipping through all the trouble she and Ino had gotten into. They had met at a park when they were six, and had been best friends ever since. Because of her friendship with Ino, the constant jeering of the other kids stopped. As time flew by, Sakura grew a personality of her own, though Ino had been an influence in the pink-haired girl's life. Sakura developed a powerful punch (she had decided to try kick boxing and ended up sticking with it), and many of the boys her age were afraid of provoking her anger. She didn't have too much control over her temper, especially when people dared to insult her.

Their friendship caused distress in Konoha. They were constantly pranking the boys and the older generation, and had become experts at escaping capture. Once, they had accidentally run a chainsaw through someone's window and part of the wall, not to mention their prized bouncing ball had slipped from their fingers to break a few precious items in the house. There were so many others, but Sakura remembered that one the most. It was her favorite memory. After all, not many people expected two twelve-year-old girls to ransack a house with a bouncing ball and a chainsaw.

Her thoughts were cut off when the phone ringing stopped. "Hello?" a groggy voice answered.

Sakura laughed, using the friend's nickname that they were sure to recognize. "Hey, Pig. When are you gonna pick up your friend?"

Silence reigned on the other side of the phone until, "Forehead?" Ino screeched into the phone. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was on my way to Kiri in the Water Country to see about a teaching position, but they cancelled my interview until next week. So, I decided to drop by for a week; after all, I did make a promise to my best friend, didn't I?" Sakura smiled.

"I just… I can't believe you're actually visiting. It's been a long time…"

"Yeah…"

"Six years. Can you believe it?"

Sakura laughed. "Nope."

Ino laughed, too. "Stay there, Forehead. I'm coming to get you in just a bit."

"Take your time, Ino-pig. I'm actually just enjoying the view."

"Hmph. Well, which side are you on?"

"I'm on the south side near the founders' monument. I'll be standing near the Welcome to Konoha sign. And you know I shouldn't be hard to spot. I think the pink hair will definitely give me away," Sakura joked. Ino was known to be completely blind sometimes, even if the person were standing right in front of her.

"Yeah, yeah, Forehead. Say all you want, but you know that I'm still better than you—in looks and in career."

"We'll see about that."

"Whatever. See ya, Forehead."

"Bye, Pig."

Sakura smiled. Though she and Ino bickered constantly and rarely agreed about anything, Sakura dearly missed her friend. Ino had been the best friend for which anyone could have asked. Ino had always been there to watch her back, and had never let the pink haired girl down, even when she had decided to leave Konoha to pursue a better career than the one she had been about to study.

But I left because of him…

A frown turned down the corners of her lips. It was true that he had been the cause of her untimely departure from Konoha. She liked what she had accomplished, but she could never fully shove him out of her mind. He stayed back there like a plague, slowly eating away any sorrow she had left, leaving only bitterness and anger. Even so, she could not deny that she still loved him.

Hurry, Ino, Sakura pleaded. She needed something to occupy her thoughts. She didn't need to think about him or anything else that had happened between them. She grunted in frustration, her eyes coming to rest on the founders' monument to her left.

There were five faces on the wall. Two were carved for the actual founders, but the other three had been cut to remember the leaders of the town that had helped to better Konoha. She had the privilege of knowing the current leader, and she had influenced Sakura to pursue the medical career.

Sakura sighed, frustrated. She shouldn't have come here. As much as she wanted to visit Ino, it was impossible to avoid everyone else. It wasn't that she didn't like all of her old friends; it was just that everyone else knew him. Everyone was a good friend with him, and it would be difficult—so difficult—should she see him again.

A two-door car sidled up to the sidewalk where Sakura stood. A smile lit the medic's face as a bouncing head of light blond hair burst from the vehicle. Ino rushed around the front of the car, blue eyes bright with anticipation. "Forehead!"

"Hey, pig," Sakura laughed as Ino enclosed her in an enthusiastic hug. Still, Sakura hugged back with equal intensity. She had missed Ino terribly, and it showed in the way that she held on to her friend. Sakura felt tears tug at the back of her eyes; she hadn't realized just how much Ino meant to her. "I missed you, Ino."

"I missed you, too, Sakura."

Ino pushed back, and Sakura let her go. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Ino perked up. "Well, come on! Get your stuff in my car!"

"Well, actually, Ino, I don't want to be a burden, so I just going to stay—"

"Oh, shut it, Forehead. You're coming to stay with me. I have an extra bedroom in the house, and I want you to take it."

"But—"

"No 'buts', Sakura! You're staying with me, and that's final. There's no point in arguing, so don't even try." Ino shouldered past Sakura, grabbing the medic's suitcase and placing it in the back seat of her car.

The pink haired woman smiled, knowing there really wasn't anything to argue. She knew Ino would insist that Sakura stayed with her, but it was still nice to hear it from the blonde anyway. Sakura climbed into the front seat as Ino buckled up and drove toward the north side of town. The south side was covered in shops and the newest apartment buildings, but the north side was where most people lived. Despite being open and spread out, the people still liked to meet with each other.

Ino drove past the edge of town, reaching the small road that led to all the other houses. She glanced to her right, noticing Sakura's far away look as she gazed at the passing houses. "So," Ino started, her curiosity getting the best of her. "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you."

"Hmm. Not much. I went to a medical college in Suna, but I graduated a year early. After that, I interned as a nurse for a hospital." She paused, thinking. Though nursing was a relatively fulfilling job, Sakura had found a place that better suited her wild streak. She became a paramedic for the district fire station in the south part of Suna. Fires were not that uncommon in a place as hot as Suna, but Sakura loved the quick flashes of adrenaline from saving someone.

She smiled at the memory. "Then, I decided to be a fire paramedic."

"What?" Ino's eyes were wide in surprise. "A fire paramedic? But that's… Can't you get burned?" Ino's voice was climbing higher in worry, and Sakura laughed at her friend's fear and concern.

"It's okay, Ino. I love doing it. I really do love it."

Her team would arrive near the fire, and while the paramedics were not encouraged to approach the fire, Sakura was always ready with the oxygen masks. Her willingness to be near such hot temperatures had saved countless lives. She felt fulfilled performing that job. She was an excellent medic at treating burns, but her years being a nurse allowed her to become proficient in healing numerous lacerations and other injuries.

It was almost too much to think about. She had enrolled in college when she was nineteen. She was now twenty-five, a certified medical nurse and paramedic; her name was even on a plaque in the fire station in Suna. Though it wasn't anything too special, it meant much more to Sakura. She had finally accomplished something—something good—and made something of her life.

"But, Sakura… that's dangerous, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sakura shrugged. "But I'm saving countless lives by making sure their lungs aren't damaged by the toxins in the smoke. I really do like helping people, Ino, even if you say my personality says otherwise."

Ino laughed. "Cheh, just never thought of you as the caring type, Sakura. You're always just so mean, especially with that short fuse of yours."

Sakura growled. "Says the biggest flirt and master-mind behind most of our pranks. I wouldn't be surprised if you still aren't married."

The blonde smiled wickedly, reaching across her body to show Sakura her left hand. The pink haired woman gasped, grabbing the pale hand to gaze at the single diamond surrounded by two smaller ones set on a band of white gold. Sakura's green eyes were wide as she looked at Ino. She was completely shocked.

"Who?" she asked urgently.

"Nope," Ino shook her head. "You don't get to find out until we get to my house."

"But how—? I just don't— How could this have happened? When?"

"About two years after you left," Ino chuckled. "He and I got together. A year later, we got married. But," Ino hurried on, holding up a finger when Sakura opened her mouth to speak. "No kids."

"Why?" The only thing that had kept Sakura as a nurse for so long was working with the children. It was one of her favorite things to do, and though her temper could flare and she could be dangerous within a second, she had a strange patience for children. They were so innocent, and her pink hair always fascinated them.

Ino shrugged. "We never really talked about it. I'm not averse to having kids, but I don't know if he'd want any. I suppose I should talk to him about it… I've seen a few kids wandering around the town, and I suddenly imagined what I would be doing should I have a kid in that situation. It's never happened to me before."

Sakura smiled. "It's perfectly natural, Ino."

"Whatever," Ino rolled her eyes.

"So," Sakura started, knowing that Ino wanted to talk about a different subject. "Any one else get married?"

A pale finger rested on soft pink lips, signifying Ino's thinking mode. "Um… Chouji just got married to a girl that came here two years ago. Kiba remains unmarried… Neji met this girl—Tenten is her name, I think—and they've been going out for a little while. Lee left town for a 'world journey' a few months back…"

"That's all you can remember?" Sakura scoffed. She was glad, though, that Ino hadn't mentioned him.

"Hey! We haven't had our annual get-together yet. Sometimes we meet up more during the year, but about a year after you left we all decided to have a designated night where we all come together and have a few drinks—when we were of age, of course—and catch up on the information we might have missed."

"But… this isn't that big of a town…"

"True, Sakura. We do see each other a lot. But only a few of us live in the city, and most of us live scattered around the outskirts of Konoha. Kiba lives near me… Hmm… Chouji lives in town in the apartments near his restaurant—"

"Chouji has a restaurant?" Sakura eyes were wide as she turned her shocked gaze on Ino. The Yamanaka laughed.

"I guess I forgot to mention that. He worked hard these past six years, and his father made him the new co-owner of his restaurant. So, should anything happen to his father—which I doubt—Chouji will get it. But I don't think his father will hold the main title for long. Chouji even makes some of the food himself, and let me tell you—it is simply amazing."

Sakura chuckled. "No matter how many diets you tried to keep, you never could. You loved food too much. And you probably still do." Ino glared, but Sakura's smile widened. "So, anything else?"

"Kiba's still crazy about dogs. He actually started a home for stray dogs, and occasionally leaves town to save others and try to find homes for the ones he's already saved. He actually makes a surprisingly good amount of money doing it."

"Does he still have Akamaru?" Sakura asked excitedly. Kiba had gotten the dog a year before she left. She had loved watching him and playing with him when Kiba had to find someone to occasionally care for him.

"Yeah. Akamaru is about seven years old now, but he still acts like he's three."

"So then, what are you doing?"

Ino smiled. "I'm a receptionist at the hospital and a valuable worker at my mother's flower shop. Both are only part-time jobs, but they have light hours, so sometimes I'm working shifts for both jobs the same day, and sometimes I have a full day free."

"Shikamaru? You didn't mention anything about him."

"He's a tactician that meets with Suna and Konoha to make sure everything in their economic contracts is sound. On the side, he's an engineer for remodeling car and bike engines as well as one of the town's best computer-and-anything-electronic technician."

"Wow. I would have thought he'd be too lazy for all that."

"Same here. But, he seems to like things that challenge that genius brain of his. The job as an emissary pays well, even though he only goes once every two months. He took up engine remodeling when he found out that Naruto was fixing up his old car and bike and was taking up a job/internship for being a mechanic." Suddenly, Ino flinched. Dammit, she thought.

Sakura's face hardened, and she turned away from Ino, gazing out of the window. It didn't help that Ino drove right past Naruto's house in that instant. Sakura would have recognized his house anywhere. It had a certain look to it that she couldn't miss. It was old and slightly run-down, but it was well taken care of, and had a very homey look about it. She had considered it her home once.

"What has Naruto been up to?" Her voice echoed the anger and bitterness she felt toward him. Again, Ino flinched.

"Well, as I told you, he managed to fix up his car and his bike…"

"I don't care about that, Ino. What has he been up to?"

The tension in the car was thick, and Ino regretted ever letting her big mouth get the better of her. She had been trying to keep her secret, but had ruined it for her best friend. She knew Naruto was a subject better left unspoken.

"A year after you left, we didn't see much of him. He was around… listlessly working on his bike, but I saw that he missed you." Ino continued, even when Sakura snorted in disbelief. "Tenten and her father moved to Konoha to settle down, and her father gave Naruto a bike if he would collect business. So, that next year, Naruto was gone finding a sponsor to buy and sell the bikes that Tenten's father made. Then, he came back."

Ino hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should spill this information, but she knew that Sakura had to know. The medic might not believe Ino when she said that Naruto still wasn't the same, but she had to tell Sakura. "Um…" The blonde decided to simply tell the truth. "Sakura, Naruto is going out with Hinata. He has been for three years."

"What?" Sakura's voice had lowered dangerously, and her head whipped around to face Ino. The blonde was happy that she was staring at the road. Sakura growled. "Her? Hinata? Why Hinata of all people?"

In all honesty, Sakura didn't have anything against the dark-haired beauty. She was a kind, honest girl, and a good friend. But the thought of Naruto with her, being what Sakura had been to Naruto, made her sick. She wasn't angry with Hinata; she was angry with Naruto—more so than she already had been.

"She did like him," Ino said quietly.

Sakura was sick. She was sick of talking about Naruto, sick of thinking about his relationship with Hinata—even though they hadn't even been talking about him for more than a few minutes. He was supposed to still love her! Even after all the years he had begged for dates, even after he had told her he loved her—Sakura—he had moved on and was dating someone else.

Then why couldn't she forget about him? He had been in love with her since he had met her. She didn't think she would fall in love with him, but she had given him a chance, and had fallen hard. He was always in the back of her thoughts, invading her mind, possessing her dreams… He was etched into the very core of her body, where his love had managed to take root in her heart and grow. She never thought she could love someone as much as she had loved Naruto. And then…

"What's Shino been up to? You haven't said anything about him."

The medic was trying to keep her voice steady, and Ino knew it. She sighed, turning the car down a dirt lane that lead to a relatively small two-story house. Sakura reached down, pulling a small water bottle from her purse. She opened the cap, closing her eyes and taking a sip.

"Shino's a lawyer now. He came back about a month ago to spend time with his mom and make sure he could make it to our annual 'shout-out.'"

Sakura barely listened as she hurriedly pulled out her water bottle, and the alcohol burned her throat when she swallowed it. She felt the sting numb her anger, helping her to control the bitterness and anguish that accompanied it. Thankfully, Ino couldn't smell the alcohol from where she sat. Sakura took another sip, letting it hit the bottom of her stomach. She quickly closed the bottle. Sakura wasn't an alcoholic, but sake did come in handy when she was deployed for a long trip. Still, she would have a shot every now and then when she needed to calm down after a taxing day.

However, just because Ino couldn't smell it didn't mean she was stupid. "Sakura, you weren't listening to me," she frowned.

"Yes, I was," Sakura argued as Ino stopped her car in roundabout driveway. "You said that Shino was a lawyer, and that he's living with his mom."

Ino reached over and grabbed the bottle, hurriedly unscrewing the lid and taking a small whiff. "Sakura! Why the hell are you carting around sake of all drinks?"

"You try to handle screaming people and bossy superiors every single day without something to relax you," Sakura growled as she snatched her sake back.

"Hmm. Have to agree with you on that," Ino shrugged. "Just never thought you'd be one to have a shot or two almost every day."

"Everyone has a weakness waiting to be exploited, Ino. We all need something to help us get through it." Her voice was suddenly tired, defeated, and melancholy. Suddenly, Sakura looked up through the windshield at a sudden movement. Her anger was forgotten as she gazed at the man walking toward the car.

"What the hell, Ino?"

"Cheh, what can I say? He is pretty hot…"

Sakura stepped out of the car, her mouth still agape as the figure stopped a few feet from the car. "Hey, Sakura. Long time no see."

"Hey… Shikamaru."

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Naruto tiredly walked out of the store, hands bereft of the part he wanted. It was all just the same; he didn't think he would find it in the store, hence the reason why he had ridden his bike into town. It was the bike that had been his father's; he had given Tenten's father the newer bike back. He didn't like the extremely expensive look of the bike, and he liked the street bike he had renovated better.

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. His eyes were downcast as his sun-blond locks sifted over his forehead, a few stray strands falling into his eyes. He stopped at his motorcycle, right hand resting on the polished steel of the handlebars. Cornflower blue eyes grazed over the paintjob on the left side of the bike.

A sound of disgust slipped from his throat. It was about her. It was always about her. She had been the one to inspire the design on the back of his bike. The blood-red fox, crouching as if ready to pounce on its prey, had sharp fangs bared, its sanguine color standing out from the orange and black paint that covered the rest of the bike's visible metal. He knew without looking what the other side said. It was something only she would know, anyway.

Still his eyes drifted to the right side of the bike; even though he couldn't see it, the word echoed through the walls of his mind. Vixen. He used to call her that whenever she'd kiss him a certain way, or do something that made her look like a crafty, little know-it-all fox. Only she knew of the nickname.

Not even Hinata knew of it.

A tiny smile turned the corners of his lips, and he gave a small huff of laughter. Hinata. He was glad she was gone this week. After being with her for three years, things he had started to notice about her a while ago were seriously grating on his nerves, and wishes he had a hard time quelling popped into his mind all the time. It wasn't that he didn't like her; she was a very sweet and caring girl, but she lacked all the things that defined his sporadic nature.

He liked action, adventure, a challenge. Hinata, though nice, wasn't any of that. She lacked a certain degree of confidence, and was nervous to step out of her comfort zone to do something daring. One time, he had asked Hinata to go hiking with him. The mountains on the east side of Konoha were perfect for hiking, and one of his favorite places to explore.

The small smile on his face grew. He didn't need to wonder what she would have done. Her eyes would have sparkled with anticipation, and her cheeks would have been flushed from working in the heat. If he had tried to steady her as they stepped down a steep descent, she would have laughed at him. Hinata, however, being the shy and somewhat worried girl she was, had held onto his sleeve the entire time. After that, she had kindly pleaded with him to not take her to a place like that again, and he had agreed. Now, he went by himself.

His heart clenched. He knew he shouldn't do this to Hinata. She really was a nice girl, and she had wonderful other qualities, but she just didn't quite fit with him. He knew that he would never love her like she deserved, but Naruto knew that she kept him distracted—distracted enough to where he didn't think about her so much. She had been his life, his reason for living. And she was gone.

A tan hand gripped the handlebar beneath it. She shouldn't have left. He didn't have to be extremely intelligent to know that she belonged with him.

She belonged with him.

The way she felt against him… It was so right. Her petite form fit next to his like a completed piece of a puzzle, and the way she moved and teased him from time to time—she knew exactly what buttons to press to drive him wild. She knew his weak spots, and exactly what he liked. She knew everything about him.

Hinata… That was one reason why he had started dating her. There was almost nothing similar between her and Hinata. Hinata distracted him, her bashful nature keeping his thoughts away from a beautiful, pink-haired girl that had captured his heart the first time he saw her. Hinata distracted him, turning his thoughts away from a slightly bossy woman that was as independent as the wind, but as grounded as roots stuck in the earth.

He shouldn't be doing this to her. Hinata was very sensitive, but she was kind and considerate; she didn't deserve to be with him. She deserved better—better than someone whose heart belonged to the most entrancing woman he knew. But she was gone. She hated him now. And yet it didn't change a thing. He would never love anyone else.

A sound of disgust sifted through Naruto's throat. Hadn't he promised himself he wouldn't think of her? He shouldn't be. Every time he did, he always dreamed of what could have been. No, what should have been. She should be with him. Sakura Haruno… She belonged with him.

Naruto roughly sat on his bike, hurriedly gunning the engine and looking to his left to make sure the lanes were clear.

His heart stopped.

Pink. All he saw was pink. He would have sworn he saw a head of pink hair in the front seat of Ino's car. But it couldn't be… She'd been gone for six years, and no one—not even Ino—had been able to stay in contact with her for long.

No… It wasn't her.

The blonde growled, rushing out onto the street. When Hinata came back, he'd tell her that he couldn't do this anymore. He wouldn't call her and tell her over the phone he couldn't be with her anymore. That was a coward's way, and Naruto knew she deserved better than that. He just needed to be truthful and break off the relationship. He shouldn't have even gone out with her in the first place, but he had needed the distraction so badly.

But for now, to everyone else, he and Hinata were still together, even if he had already broken up with her in his mind.

With a grunt of frustration, Naruto threw the bike into a higher gear before speeding home.

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Everything around the house was neat, not to mention Ino's home was fairly new. Still, Sakura liked Ino's house. The lawns were a bright Kelly green, and a small path wound its way from the wrap-around driveway to the front door. The house was white with mint green shutters. Green was one of Shikamaru's favorite colors, and strangely enough, it suited the house. The inside was mostly wood flooring; the kitchen was an expensive, misty-grey tile while the upstairs was covered in a brown and white speckled carpet.

Sakura set her suitcase on the bed, glancing around the spare bedroom. It was nicely furnished, and homey. The medic took a small sip of sake, looking dolefully at the bottle. She really wasn't an alcoholic—that was her mentor and current town mayor. Her teacher had left Suna two years earlier.

Still, having to deal with dumb or bossy patients all day warranted at least a little of a respite. Yet she couldn't help but blame the owner of a head of wild blond hair and ocean blue eyes for her light intake of sake.

The medic sighed, hurriedly taking another sip and letting the clear liquid sift into her bloodstream. Ino's voice drifted into the room.

"Hey, Forehead! Come down for dinner!"

Sakura chuckled, taking another quick drink before setting it down on the nightstand. Before eiting the room, Sakura looked back at her suitcase. Her eyes found the closed pocket on the left side of the suitcase, the section drawing her eyes as if it were a heavy, invisible magnet. She knew the picture sat there, and she could see it in her mind, and her heart clenched.

Naruto.

Steeling her resolve, Sakura inhaled deeply, turning her back on the picture as she hurried toward Ino's voice.

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A/N: So I know the first chapter isn't anything really special, but I think it's a good start, and it sets things up for the next chapter. It will get better, I promise, and I really hope this story turns out well. And I hope you readers like it too!

I want to thank my Lost in the Rain readers again. A few didn't realize that this story will be short, but many also wanted me to end up publishing this. Thanks so much guys! I love all your support!

Until next time:

- wolf's paradise