Oh my! Three reviews, that still makes me happy! Heh, lets me know I'm not the only fan out there. Thank you, I wish I could give you the cookies I just made. (Not really)

I don't own Naruto series/manga.Trust me, if I did, Sasuke would've given a flower to Naruto when he was little and they would be the greatest of all pairings. -sheds a tear-

Anywho, review. It's the least you can to for us authors!


Kimimaro had waited patiently, locked up in his cell. Drawing with his finger, a somewhat good picture in the dirt of Sakura. He did this every day, awaiting her return...

For two years.

-x-x-x-

Sakura gazed out her window, elbows upon the window sill, her hand cupping her chin. She would do this every night, thinking. Or to give more hints, thinking of him. Sakura was forbidden to ever go back there though. Her parents wouldn't let that mishap happen again. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Why don't they trust me? I'm old enough now." Sakura stood from her position and walked over to her mirror. Sakura placed her hands on her hips in thought. Had she really matured or not? A voice interrupted.

"Sakura! Isn't about time for you to be going to sleep?!" Her mother's voice was toned down, from the distance of the upstairs and the downstairs.

"Why do they always force me to go to sleep? It's not like I'm gonna sneak out or-..." Sakura smacked her forehead. She was an idiot for not thinking of that sooner. Hurrying to her window, she slipped on some shoes, and tried to slide open the window, but arousing little squeaks instead.

"Sakura? Are you going to bed?"

"Yeah, just closing the window." Sakura yelled back. Of course, that was a lie, but it didn't feel right to lie to her parents. Sakura quietly climbed out of her window, feet first, and dropped to the ground. Luckily, her father taught her that...just in case.

"I hope he's sill there..." Sakura whispered to herself, sprinting towards the area, ignoring the punishment she'd have to go through. She didn't care right now about anything. But, she wondered why she was so drawn to him.

-x-x-x-

"Why can't I ever get the eyes right?" Kimimaro lectured himself and blew the dirt once again, and attempted to draw another portrait of her. If only he saw her emerald eyes again, he could finally get it right.

Kimimaro had had dreams about her, walking into his "home" and talking to him. He kept picturing her smile, and it relaxed the tension his cell gave him. Sadly, she hadn't come back yet. Kimimaro sighed as his thoughts messed up the picture in the dirt. He blew it away, but it got revenge and blew into his right eye.

"Ow!" Kimimaro shouted, rubbing at his eye with his sleeve, currently wet from being dripped on from the cracked ceiling, letting in droplets of water. Failing to comfort his eye, he returned his gaze to the ground.

"Are you trying to tell me something? It has been two years, she wouldn't come back..." Kimimaro's face grew sad, but only temporary when his ears let him hear something he wouldn't think he would hear.

"Hello? Kimimaro?" Kimimaro instantly filled up with glee when he saw Sakura appear, as the candles lit up, automatically when someone entered.

"Sa...Sakura!" Kimimaro shouted, arousing Sakura's attention. Sakura lit up too, and approached Kimimaro's cell, like she did that one day.

"You..you came back." Kimimaro whispered, as Sakura sat down upon her legs and smiled, the smile he had longed to marvel at again.

"I wanted to see you again. After all, you were the first person I ever really talked to." Kimimaro was happy, yet concerned at why Sakura mentioned that.

"Me? What is so special about me Sakura?" Kimimaro cocked his head, an innocent question perhaps.

"Well, you know what? I really do not know Kimimaro." Sakura was as confused as he. Maybe it was just a feeling of some kind?

"Oh! That reminds me.." Kimimaro eyes watched as Sakura dug into her pocket. A few seconds later, she pulled out a little bag of food.

"You must not get a variety of food here...they do feed you right?"

"Hai. But, the familiar taste is starting to annoy me." Kimimaro replied, his eyes still fixed on the little goodie bag.

"Well then...here." Sakura reached over in between the bars of his cell, holding out the bag to him. Kimimaro stared back and fourth between her and the food, wondering what to do.

"Take it. It's okay, really! I have plenty back at home." Sakura's warm smile was encouraging him. After a long moment of silence, Kimimaro gently received the goodies from her and opened it cautiously. It contained round tan circles, with brown hard things among it.

"Sakura...what are these?" Sakura's face instantly became confused.

"You don't know? Well, those are cookies."

"Coo...kies?

"Hai. They're really good Kimimaro!" Sakura gestured him to eat one. Kimimaro once again stalled, afraid of this new thing. Carefully, he pulled one out, studied it, and took one teeny tiny bite. Immediately, he finished the cookie in two bites and started on another one while Sakura laughed.

"Are they good?"

"Mhmm. I'fve nefver...tried these...before.." He replied, taking a chunk out of the helpless cookies between each word. Sakura waited in peaceful silence as she watched him devour the whole bag, down to the last crumb. Wiping off the leftovers on his face, he handed the completely empty bag to Sakura.

"Thank you Sakura. Those were good!" Kimimaro nodded happily, now tasting the aftertaste in his mouth. Sakura laughed again, blushing because of it. After she was done laughing, she realized that she couldn't stay here too long.

"Kimimaro?"

"What is it?"

"I kinda...gotta go." Sakura stared at the ground, now qualifying as the most interesting thing to look at.

"So soon?" Kimimaro saddened at those words.

"Hai. My parents mgiht get suspicious. I'm not supposed to be here actually." Sakura rose from the ground, continuing to stare towards the ground.

Oh, I understand." With that, Sakura slowly walked back to the door, but halted to a stop.

"Will...will you come back tomorrow?" Kimimaro blushed just a hint at the question. It seemed greedy. Sakura turned her head to look at him.

"Of course Kimmi-kun..." Sakura exited, once again leaving the door wide open.

"Okay! I'll be-...wait...Kimmi-kun?"

Ja, I love writing this! Review so Sakura will come back again!