Unexpected Love- an ItaSaku Fanfic
(Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, the following plot is mine alone.)
"...I knew you'd be here..." Water dripped precariously from his soaked hair and clothes, onyx eyes burning fiercely with unfathomable emotion. His chest heaved with each breath and his hands trembled slightly as the previous adrenaline rush began to slow. The young woman before him simply stared, locked in his overwhelming gaze that she was so achingly familiar with. She had never been much of a romantic, fancy bouquets and sweet words were wasted on her, and he himself had always been somewhat pragmatic.
She felt she had been fair. She had never demanded anything of him and vice versa. Their relationship was simply a mutual respect-no unnecessary emotions attached. But, after all they had been through together, something between them had changed. As their original plan crumbled, and raw, fragile emotions were exposed, the young couple were left disconcerted as this new development became apparent.
The pink-haired woman fought against the sudden dryness in her throat as she mentally struggled to calculate a logical reason for his spontaneous appearance. She was desperately trying to avoid hope; the spiteful emotion that had betrayed her once before. But, much to her dismay, it swelled inside of her, forcing her to spill a question whose answer terrified her: "..Why are you here?" Her voice came out curious and hesitant, her eyes never leaving his as she studied his reaction intently, waiting for something to be revealed within that inscrutable expression.
As a man who was always five steps ahead in any situation, acting purely on his emotions was a new and awkward feeling. He just couldn't take it anymore, for the past few months he had tried to convince himself that he felt nothing for her beyond their agreement, but the novel sensation only grew, and began to eat away at him. So, he knew, earlier that day when she had said goodbye, that he couldn't let her go. She was the last piece of the puzzle he had suffered so long in searching for, the person who had filled those deafening silences, who had come to understand him-and accept him for who he was. The woman in front of him was the reason he had found himself sprinting through a thunderstorm to the smoky, poorly lit café on the corner of the street, in order to convey the words on the tip of his tongue, in the depths of his heart: "...Because I felt that if I didn't come, it really would have been over.."
Unable to hold himself back any longer, he lowered his head to capture her lips with his in a tender kiss. His right hand became lost in her hair as his left hand supported his weight as he leaned over the shabby wooden table to reach her.
And the last coherent thought that ran through her mind made her smile against his lips: "...He came for me..."
Fin