Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
I'm an idiot. I know. But I had to. The objective is to clear it out.
NEW STORY.
Title: Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?
Genre: Angst/Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Summary: [AU. SasuSaku.] Oh, waves of time seem to wash away the scenes of our crimes. For you, this never ends.
Chapter One.
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there's a moment in time
and it's stuck in my mind
way back, when we were just kids...
耐久性
It all started in late spring, when the sky was just clearing up from the season's rain and flowers -- her flowers -- were beginning to bloom all across the school grounds. It was warm, almost sickeningly so: Shorts and no sleeves were abundant in the morning.
She was the only one in dark blue jeans and a yellow sweatshirt, sitting wistfully in the shade of a tree -- her kind of tree -- alone as she watched her friends tan themselves on a nearby bench, not too far from my own. She was biting her lip, and I didn't like the look in her eyes.
I tore my eyes away from her as the blonde idiot -- best friend -- called my name, thoughtlessly chucking a football at my head.
I caught it with ease, glancing at her -- green eyes, pink hair -- again. "What do you want, urusatonkachi?"
"Well a good morning to you too, bastard," he huffed, impatient, boyish, crossing his arms. "Football, anyone? Lee's already said he's in, and you know Neji, he joined almost as soon as Lee. Suigestu's coming, and he said he's game. So get off your sorry ass and come play with us!"
Without giving it a moment's thought, I shook my head. "Tsk. I don't think so."
He glared at me. "What the hell are you gonna do just sitting here? Get a nice brown tan like your sorority sisters, asshole?"
"Shut up," I shot back, not eager for an argument this early in the day.
Naruto shrugged. "Suit yourself," he muttered, turning away and finally -- finally -- leaving me in peace. With the idiot off my case, I slid my gaze back onto her. Over the years, I'd learned that she'd always be one of the first to change into shorts when the weather turned nice.
(Her kind of weather.)
But no.
I could tell that she was uncomfortable staying still in the shade. My eyes narrowed as she tugged on her collar, beads of sweat on her neck. She raised her arms above her head, stretching, and I wanted to dismiss, reject this feeling that something was wrong.
But then she did something that confirmed, rationalized, it.
She flinched even before her slender arms were all the way above her head, and hastily brought them back down, too quickly, far, far too quickly. I wasn't surprised when she used her -- uncanny, unnatural -- sixth sense to feel my gaze on her; she turned her head to look at me and waved -- fake, fake, fake! -- cheerfully. I saw her face fall, wince, as she assessed my comfortable attire - some old baggy shorts and a white t-shirt.
I smirked at her to cover my curiosity, seeing her -- fake, fake, FAKE -- smile back, and looked away.
Right then, I decided to keep an eye on her.
(Only for her.
Because I know her.)
I let myself be swept into the school as the bell rang.
耐久性
can you stay strong?
can you go on?
kristy, are you doing okay?
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