So, years ago, I started my first and only Naruto fic. I made one chapter, forgot what I had planned, and jumped ship. Now, I come back to you with as a much improved writer, reading to grab the SasuSaku reins and take them as far as this story and my imagination will lead me.
Before reading this story, you should know a little about WHY this story is written the way it is and the reason the story line goes as it does.
1) I really loathe that it seems like 95% of the stories involving Sakura(even AU) she is weak, a victim, and doesn't seem to be able to make her own choices. That bugs me. So in my story, she is weak, but by her choices that she made on her own accord.
2) I'm also tired of stories being CRAMMED with all the characters and they don't make a difference in the story line. If you see one in mine, either it's a completely non-important character that will show up very briefly for a reason, or they will have a bigger part in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters associated with it.
That all being said, let us get the ball rolling. Happy reading my friends.
The evening was beautiful, the first of the season, the cool air blowing and the sweet smell of flowers coming to life. The moon was high and bright tonight, the shadows it casted giving his overview of the streets he saw from his balcony depth and mystery. On one street you could see the light of the moon bounce off a flower bed, the next, nothing but darkness.
He enjoyed sitting outside at night during spring the most. It helped to calm his never ending thoughts that bounced around in his mind. He closed his eyes as he leaned back in the chair, taking deep breaths to calm his most recent thought.
As he stood to go inside and head to bed, he heard shuffling from one of the streets below him. He leaned over the balcony, craning his head to the left, only to see a girl suspiciously looking over her shoulder, then turning around and lighting a cigarette. He stood there like that a little longer, wondering who in the world she was. He had lived here his entire life, and never had he seen her in around his neighborhood. You would remember someone with pink hair, right?
"Hn," as the word left his mouth, he realized he was louder than he thought he was. The girl stopped, turning and raising her eyes, only to see an empty balcony. "That was close," he thought to himself, shutting the door that lead to his bedroom from the balcony. He removed his shirt, and laid down in his bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
His eyes looked left, looked right, and then stopped center. They were down a goal and he knew his team was looking to him to put the game in overtime to help them get the win. Great, just what he needed.
As his teammate threw the ball in from the sideline towards him, he turned when his cleat stopped the ball and started dribbling the ball down the field. He was passing the half-way line, through the center circle.
The other team moved to try to stop him, but at every try he faked them out and escaped, ball still just right in front of his feet. As he lined himself for the goal, winding his foot back, the goalies body turned towards him, as his foot made a rough impact with the ball he caught sight of the girl, glaring as the ball made contact with her face.
When he awoke, his body was covered in a light sheen and he was in an upright position. "What the hell was that?" He said to himself, shaking the weird dream from his thoughts, he laid himself back down. It must be all the pressure of the unwanted commitments getting to him… right?