Prompt: Watching
Summary: He was always there observing her, waiting for the right opportunity.
Of Fan and Flower
Watching.
What he had been doing for the past three years.
Wait for nightfall, disguise chakra, scale the wall, take to the rooftops, and find his target.
He completed these steps every single time he came back. He couldn't help it. It had become an obsession, no, an addiction. Whatever it was he had no problem with sating it.
He lays down so that his chest is touching the rooftop, but remains poised on the balls of his feet and the palms of his hands in case a quick get away is necessary. The fog of his breath fans out in front of him for a second, but then disperses into the night. The cool night air brushes by his exposed chest, as the sound of crickets fill his ears.
His ever-vigilant eyes peer into the window of the building across the street from the one he's perched on.
If not for the bloodline trait, which stains his eyes red, he would not be able to pick up the movements within. He catches the motion of the silhouette behind the closed curtains, the movements of the shadow hinting that the owner was cleaning the room.
The observer smirks to himself at the mundane action. Cleaning in the middle of the night, typical.
He raises his head slightly when he notices the figure moving to open the curtains. A sense of excitement rushes through him when the cloth pulls back, revealing the object of his fixation.
The feeling was like an alcoholic taking a drink for the first time after being sober for years. Exhilaration rushes through his veins as emerald eyes look out into the night. They are practically luminous, adding to the beauty of the possessor.
Sasuke watches as she scans the night, perhaps admiring the light that the full moon is casting on the scene, or maybe looking for anything out of place among the quiet buildings.
She always does this, as if she senses me.
This had become his little game. Ever since he saw her again at Orochimaru's hideout three years ago he had been coming back to watch her. She had surprised him with how much she had grown both physically and mentally.
He must admit, she fascinated him, so whenever he was nearby Konoha, Sasuke would watch his former teammate. He didn't know why he did it exactly; he blamed it on the need to gather intel for what he might have to face in the future, rather than burning curiosity for a bond that was not completely broken.
He watches as she turns away from the window, her pink hair flipping around with the action. A small chuckle escapes his lips; she still wasn't quite able to pick him out yet.
She would get there eventually though, and the day that she pursues her inkling will be the day that Sasuke looks forward to.
That will be a day to remember.
When her petite figure is no longer in view of the window, Sasuke assumes that he has spent enough time within Konoha's gate. Though he would want nothing more than spend the rest of the night observing her, he rises from his perch and turns to leave. He would be back, because he was always watching her.
Watching and waiting.
A/N: Well, Sasuke's a little stalkerish in this one… whoops. Today's prompt was "watching" and I automatically thought of what would it be like if Sasuke was secretly spying on Sakura while he was a missing nin and thus, this story was born. :) Please review and tell me what you thought!