A/N: Whee! Part Two…so soon, right? Not. Haha. I'm feeling really cheerful right now! Whooo! Sorry. I guess I'll just get on with the story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Here is the second, and final part! Oh wait…just to tell you, this part doesn't flow as well as the first, but I like it anywayss…so, yeah! Enjoy!
Loving Imperfections
He loves Sakura. That's all there is to it. If anyone were to ask him why (not that anyone would), he wouldn't even need to think before the words, "Because she is perfect" would fly from his lips, followed by a huge grin and surge of laughter. He giggles when he thinks of her and her sparkling green eyes, so full of life, and that beautiful hair, which looked like some sort of silken stream, even short. He loves the way she speaks to him, even when her tone is dripping with hatred or annoyance, and he imagines that those cruel things she is saying are merely meant to mask feelings for him. He loves her. But he loves lying to himself even more.
He spends months, even years of his life feeding himself lies, telling himself she loves him, and that even if she doesn't, he loves her. He tells himself he'll always love her, even though lately, he's been finding more fault than perfection. He tells himself he's been dreaming of her when he wakes up panting and hot, despite the fact that the features he remembers so distinctly are not her soft, warm curves, but the sharp, hard angles of someone else. He tells himself he'll never love anyone else, but for some reason, when he thinks which of his two team mates he would save if he were forced to decide, it's not her who comes to mind. And he realizes then, that it was never her.
She is too perfect for him to reject. She is too kind, and warm, and pretty for him to be falling for someone else. Especially not some cold, selfish, prick of a bastard who has icy eyes and a heart of stone. Certainly she is far too perfect for him to be forgetting her to go after one Uchiha Sasuke. Surely, he can't be falling out of love with Sakura, the absolute portrait of perfection.
So why then? Why is it that all he can think about is the boy who couldn't climb trees on his first try, who is arrogant, and cold, and more flawed than anyone else he's ever met? Why is it that when he sees Sakura and all her beauty and grace he wishes he could find something wrong with her? Perhaps he didn't love her after all? Perhaps, he had been wrong to believe his own lies? To think he could really love someone because they were perfect? After all, he didn't think he'd feel the way he was feeling just then if it had been Sakura who had spared his life because she loved him. Only Sasuke could do that.
Fin