Summary: Robb Stark stumbled upon a girl with bright pink-haired and jaded green-eyes. SH/RS ONE-SHOT

Fandom: Game of Thrones & Naruto

Main Pairings: RS/SH

Rated: T

Genres: Romance/Drama

A/N: Here's another one shot of Robb and Sakura :) I do not own GOT or Naruto. I just own this plot and my own original characters.

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The Color Green

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The Color Green

Sakura

It all happened every so suddenly. She being lunched into a place so unlike her own with only the clothes on her back, a few kunai knives and a few scrolls. Haruno Sakura didn't know where she was at. It was like she was falling, not from cloud nine, but something ever so dangerous. She went through cloud by cloud. Her body rushing down below to meet the hard cold surface of the ground, which would be the end of her.

Then her body automatically stopped once she was about two inches from the ground jerking her up about an inch.

She felt all the air left her lungs, and she struggled to breathe. Then the ground met her and all she saw was concern blue eyes staring down her own, before she passed into the abysses.

'N-Naruto-kun, Sasuke-kun."

She felt warmth.

Robb

It was nothing he had ever seen before in his life. A girl...no a woman falling in mid-air racing down to the ground. He saw a flash of pink, but strangely the woman haven't scream at all or shown any sign of what's going on. Robb had never ran so fast in his life before. When he finally reached the clearing, he spotted the body of the fallen angel.

Her hair was pink and very pale, paler than the snow all around them. Her body was thin and she dressed in a very strange manner, that he felt the blood rush down to his pants. Her eyes was opened, and he moved toward her with haste.

"My lady?" He voiced, and while he sounded very stupid, of course she wouldn't reply to him. She fell so high up, she most likely be dead. Then that was when he saw her daze looking jaded eyes. She was so beautiful. This stranger from some other country than Westeros. Her hair was bushed back with some kind of hair piece he never saw before.

He knelled down before her.

The falling girl that he so now admiring.

Her eyes closed and that was when he felt her heart beat over her clothes. He felt a very weak pulse, and without much thought he picked up the pink-haired girl, wrapping her in his cloak before making his way back to Winterfell.