disclaimer- why would i write fanfiction if i owned naruto? talk about a waste of your time & mine.

swing

Sakura loved swings. She was the best at swinging in her pre-academy class. That's why, when her kaa-san took her to the neighborhood park, she was just-a-little-kind-of-sort-of upset someone took her swing.

Hunched over on the lone swing set, back towards her, was a boy, in what Sakura decided, was colorful clothing. Even as a 4-year old, she could tell that those colors clashed.

Leaving her mother, who was conveniently conversing with another parent, she slid off the park bench to go tell the boy he needed new clothes AND a different swing.

As she marched towards the single swing, her foot stepped on a particularly crunchy leaf.

The boy whipped his head around, eyes narrowing with distrust and suspicion, tears silently streaming down his tanned, whiskered face.

Sakura's four year old heart nearly broke.

Her mother chose that moment to whisk her away, holding Sakura on her hip and reprimanding her for talking to strangers.

Sakura apologized to her mother, and took a final look back at the swing as the pair left the park.

The boy was gone; the only trace left of his prescence was the slight rocking motion of the seat.

Sakura never used that swing again.

a/n: kaa-san = mother

i saw that picture of naruto on the swing by himself, and decided it was inspiring enough to write a one-shot about.

reviews appreciated.-xx3