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A/N: Moegi's POV
What did she see in him?
That was a question Moegi could answer easily enough. Konohamaru was handsome, and brave, and funny, and kind.
And he was completely, and totally in love with the new Sarutobi Sakura.
Moegi was very happy for them.
Really.
In no way did her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces as she watched the man she did not love marry another woman at the kind of wedding that she hadn't dreamed of for as long as she could remember.
She certainly hadn't gone home afterwards, locked herself in the bathroom, and cried her heart out over a bottle of cheap sake.
She had not stared into the slightly dusty mirror and wondered what was so horrific about her that Konohamaru had fallen for a woman at least four or five years older than him.
Because Moegi was a strong, confident, and independent kunoichi, who did not do things like that.
A strong, confident, and independent kunoichi who was by no means stalking her old teammate and his new wife through the market.
At all.
Or feeling like burning knives were being plunged into her chest each time he smiled at the pink-haired woman at his side, or touched her hair, or whispered things to her that Moegi would never hear.
Or.. kissed her. Kissed Sakura.
Moegi ran.
Running, flying, back to her apartment, anywhere. Maybe if she ran fast enough she wouldn't be able to see them, together, so happy...
Strong arms wrapped around her, yanking her back into the branches of the tree she had just vacated. Moegi spun around, fist clenched, ready to hit, tear...
Udon.
The bespectacled shinobi blinked down at her, a worried expression on his face.
"Moegi..."
It was all too much. Moegi collapsed, hands clenching in Udon's shirt, pulling him down on the branch with her as she cried.
Time passed.
Slowly Moegi began to calm, smiling through her tears as she realized that Udon had awkwardly put his arms around her, rubbing her back as he muttered reassurances, that Moegi was okay, he was there...
Hiccuping wetly into her teammate's shirt, Moegi gave in to her tiredness, drifting off to the soothing sound of Udon's voice.
Maybe, just maybe, things would turn out all right.