TsuOro: Past, Present, ?
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Tsunade looks out the window and wonders why the girl does this to herself.
Sure enough, here comes the sullen shake of the head and the forced smile of his admirer. Another day, another rejection for the pink-haired girl and Tsunade wonders how long her foolishness would last. Silly girl- she wasn't so naïve when she was young, she thinks, and smiles faintly in sudden nostalgia. No; gambler she might be, but she never risked getting so humiliatingly rejected by the opposite sex and especially not by him- someone whose opinion of her she had really, painfully, cared about. Then.
But look where they were now. A sucker for anything and a traitor to everything. Surely that was more rejection than anything else? Surely it wouldn't have hurt more than it did now? Maybe Jiraiya really did come out best among the three of them...
Maybe she should have risked it, let go of her pride, and told him how she really felt instead of hoping that somehow, he understood through her actions. More likely he did understand, but those little half-defiant hints she dropped wasn't enough to convince both of them. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have to hate him now. Or maybe... maybe... maybe...
Maybe this time, it could be different.
Below her window, the boy watches as the girl leave and Tsunade prays the girl could be foolish enough for the all of them this time.
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Come little ones, we are tomorrow's past.
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A/N: Crap they all might be, but hell did I have fun writing them. Of course, this might also come from it being the MIDDLE, yes, MIDDLE of exam week and I'm procrastinating as much as I can by writing. Again. Comments and constructive critcism very welcome.
(on-going) Who knew writing drabbles could be so much fun? And wonderfully time-wasting...