When it Rains
'How's that saying go? "When it rains, it pours." I think that's it.' It was certainly raining, outside, as well as inside the blond, hair as golden as the sun that was hidden behind grey clouds. The bright fire that usually abound in his pure sapphire pools was replaced with a seething anger. He was mad. Mad at the Hokage for sending that pervert on that mission. Mad at that bastard Pein for killing him. Mad at himself for not being able to save him. He was mad at everything, and he wasn't exactly sure why.
'Sakura, thank you.' The scene flashed before her emerald eyes again as she watched her orange and black clad teammate standing at the window, lost in thought. A single tear breached the corner of her eye as an image superimposed itself over the boy in front of her. It was an image that she knew all too well. It haunted her nightmares. The image was of 'him.' The reason Naruto had made her that promise. The reason Naruto had nearly lost himself to Kyuubi. The reason that Naruto seemed more distant. That reason was Sasuke Uchiha.
She could remember that night clearly, even now, three years later. And what scared her more then she had been on that night, all those nights ago, was the thought that it might be happening again. Slowly, her right foot moved, of it's own volition, driving her forward, towards the boy at the window.
"Hey, Naruto," the pink haired girl said softly, almost as if the boy would disappear if she made too loud a noise.
"Hmmm? Oh, Sakura-chan. What's up?" the boy responded, smiling that same blasted smile. The smile that she knew was a fake, a mask to hide his true feelings. He turned from the window to face his teammate, tilting his head in slight confusion at her momentary silence.
Suddenly, before he knew it, before she knew it, she had closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his midsection, burying her face into his chest. "I've already lost him to revenge," she started, she couldn't bring herself to say the name that meant so much to both of them. "I don't want to loose you too," she finished, her shoulders heaving gently with her sobs.
His face riddled with shock at this revelation from the pink-haired girl that had always held a place in his heart, his arms wrapped themselves, as if by instinct, around the girls slender shoulders. Gently, he placed a kiss on the top of her head, rubbing her back in soft, lazy circles. "I will never leave you, Sakura-chan," he whispered into her soft pink hair.