100 Snowflakes
Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto
7. Heaven
When thinking of the word 'heaven', images of naked cherubs with wings and puffy clouds appear. A hopelessly disgusting feeling of love starts to take over and suddenly you find yourself singing hymns with the heavenly choir. Then you look down and you're wearing a white robe complete with a set of wings. There's so much love and affection floating in the air that there might as well be hearts flying around.
Sasuke Uchiha did not like Heaven
And for good reason, he thought as he crushed a cigarette under his feet. The bleak streets of Paradise, Pennsylvania; USA did not scream 'heaven' at all. In fact, it was the sorriest place he'd ever set eyes on. It was also a coincidence that he was standing on Heaven Ave., where he had to meet an old acquaintance. Hmm, Heaven Ave. in the town of Paradise. Made sense.
Sort of.
This acquaintance he was meeting was someone that he's known for most of his life. But ever since his debut as an actor struck gold in Japan, he had less and less time to contact her. It was even worse that she was a world-famous fashion designer living in New York. They met in university, and one could say that they clicked immediately.
That was just an assumption.
He had been an arrogant, stuck up brat and she was a shy girl with no self-confidence. A perfect fit in the puzzle of life.
"I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting long?" He jerked his head and saw her running down the waterlogged streets. Her short layered indigo hair was stuffed under a thick hat and her pale cheeks were flushed.
"No, not at all." He grabbed her hand and unconsciously smelled her scent. Sweet and fruity, with something akin to hot chocolate floating around. She smiled shyly.
"I haven't seen you in so long, Sasuke…I—I missed you—" She was interrupted by a searing, open-mouthed kiss from the man beside her. He grasped her thin waist, pulling her near to him.
"Yeah, I know." He pulled away and smiled wryly, "I missed you too, Hinata."
She smiled and shrieked when a car came, splattering mud over the both of them. A tinkling laugh came out of her when she started to wipe off the dirt on her designer jacket and his expensive suit. He chuckled silently.
This was his heaven. Mud, dirt, laughter and lots of open-mouthed kisses.
