Howl (Howls moving castle)X Sakura
Sakura Haruno had first met Howl Pendragon while on a mission, instantly recognizing his womanizing ways and deciding it best to avoid him.
He wasn't too fond of the idea.
The pinkette was a rarity to him, something different, odd, something that he needed to break away from the dull happenings around him.
So the wizard had pestered the poor pinkette, questioning and pondering her role out loud for all to hear, shadowing her every move, and just as she'd thought she'd lost him, he'd appear again.
He was ruining her mission.
She NEEDED to get rid of him so she could concentrate.
So yes, she'd kissed him, and yes, it HAD contained a little something extra.
But it'd gotten him off her back and out of sight while she went back to shadowing her target.
That particular mission had taken an extra week to finish due to his near constant interferences.
The idiotic blond wizard was a menace to her and all those around him, Sakura was sure of it. Especially after his little incident with the spirits of darkness.
That's right.
The idiot had sulked about her leaving for so long, he'd summoned up the spirits of darkness and forced the lord of that particular land to send for her again.
They thought they could hide their true intentions behind trivial little mission after mission, but after she'd arrived and seen the concealed fear in their eyes, she'd known the truth.
And the idiot, well, he was over the moon to see her again, returning to his shadowing and constant chatter.
After a while though, she could admit to not minding hit company too much.
He was…nice, she supposed, friendly and helpful, after you got past the playboy exterior.
The pinkette always wondered though, if he truly grasped the concept of her line of work.
He'd seen her do trivial things, applauded when she used her chakra for little tricks or stunts…
…but did he truly realize the purpose of a ninja?
To be a tool to kill and destroy, to heal or save, your every move simply a whim of those above you?
She …was too tainted for someone like him.
She had too much blood on her hands.
She wasn't as innocent as he made her seem.
So when she had to leave again, when Tsunade sent that particular order, she'd swallowed her pride and looked him dead in the eye.
And she'd told him.
Everything.
Her job what exactly she did and why.
And he'd been horrified.
She hadn't seen him for months after that, having returned to Konoha and tried to put his pale, distraught face behind her.
And she'd succeeded…to a point anyway.
Because when that oh so familiar door suddenly appeared in Konoha and that tall blond man stepped out, everything just came rushing back.
And the first thing he'd done was pull her into his arms, ignoring the raging Naruto and the curious Kakashi, ignoring the world around them.
He just held her.
For an hour, for a minute, she didn't know.
And when he finally whispered those words to her softly, she knew it'd be hell trying to get rid of him again.
"I understand. I'm sorry Sakura, I didn't know."
Maybe he wouldn't cause too much trouble in Konoha?
Yeah right.
