RedMoon
Naruto Fanfiction
By Perfect Psionic Soldier
Through Many Forms
In Rhythmic Beats
It Sings Its Eternal Song
From The Endless Skies
To The Untouchable Stars
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Through The Depth Of Heart
Stronger Then Will Of Soul
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Greater Then Hate
Stronger Then Death
It Sings Its Eternal Song
More Passionate Then Life
More Encompassing Then Forgiveness
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Throughout The Void
Its Song Everlasting
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Spoken From The Lips Of None
Heard Through the Silence
It Sings Its Eternal Song
So Quick To Hear
So Hard To Say
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Four Letters
A Single Word
It Sings Its Eternal Song
With More Power Then All
It Shines Brightly
It Sings Its Eternal Song
A Song With Only Four Words
A Single Syllable
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Containing With It
The Power To
Change History
To Alter Life
Turn Darkness Into Light
It Sings Its Eternal Song
Four Letters
A Single Word
A Strange Word
It Sings Its Eternal Song
A Song
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I do own the original creations in this fic.
-Chapter Two-
Season of Sakura
Tucking in the soft white blanket around her shoulders, Naruto stood and studied the person before him as he straightened. The late afternoon sun filtering through the half opened window presented a golden glow that basked the room with its presence. Looking that the angel before him, he found himself thinking that he was looking at a painting. It was as if the essence of all that was beautiful was condensed into one sleeping figure.
She was a pure vision of loveliness. Her long pink hair was currently all cascading over her left shoulder as she rested on her comforting pillow. Her expression was one of peace, her serene features resting within a moment of sleep. Neither loving nor hating, she simply was there, her eyes rested closed as her soft breathes filled the air.
Raising his right hand, Naruto felt a sudden urge to caress her soft face. A moment. It would only take a moment. And with that, it would ease the lingering pain in his heart. Her pale milk cream skin beckoned him closer to touch, to caress.
Clenching his fist. Naruto frowned to himself as he took a single step backwards.
Instead, he looked out the simple window and stared at the afternoon sky, watching the obscured clouds drift lazily with the winds. There was only one obstruction that obscured the clouds and made them slightly hard to see, but they would be there nonetheless. It wouldn't matter to them if he noticed or not.
What took up most of the window view however was that obstruction. It was a large and ancient beautifully blooming sakura tree. It was so great that it had a sea of petals lazily ruffling with the gentle winds, allowing some of them to be picked off and carried away with the whims of the flowing wind.
It was the season after all. Even after all this time, Naruto still remembered this time of the month. He liked this season best when the cherry blossom trees bloomed. They filled his mind with their visions of loveliness and acceptance.
Looking at the steadfast pink tree, his mind wondered back to times when he was happier, which in turn, brought his attention back to the young woman resting in the bed.
Moving forward, Naruto once again felt the urge to caress her face. Even as he never forgot the love for this season, neither did his heart's affection diminish. It seemed to have grown more then just slightly between the days of old and the moments of now.
Taking in a gentle breath, Naruto released a saddened sigh.
Even after all this time and the single incident of that single night… even what happened between them. He… he had naturally forgiven her, of course. She had done what her emotions had demanded. It was a feeling that he knew all to well… but his body; his body and eye still remembered all to well, of that night…
Closing his right eye as it began to throb painfully against his skull in remembrance. Flashes of pain and memories stabbed at him without care or remorse. He felt the urge to kill… Instead, Naruto simply walked up to the nightstand to his right.
On it was a handful of bouquets of flowers and roses. Cards of well wishes were neatly opened towards her, so that when she awoke she could read them. There was much care here. Even someone like him could almost feel the warmth contained within each word, through each letter, and from each name.
Scanning the cards, Naruto found that he recognized a few of the names. All of the people that he had passed with during the first test to become genin were split into their respected cards. Picking out a simple yet elegant card, Naruto read the names of Kakashi and Sasuke, with well wishes and hopes of a quick recovery.
Smiling, Naruto allowed himself a brief moment to remember those days of old. When he was still leaf and actively bouncing around missions and there were so many meetings between people new and old. Those days were what he considered golden. They were both pleasant memories of joy and happiness yet was completely untouchable... Gently shaking his head, Naruto frowned.
Those days were gone and he could never return to them. No matter as much as he may have wished otherwise, it almost impossible to go back to those days.
Looking down, the tabletop was neatly organized. Flowers were to the rear with the cards facing her. The front end was mainly empty, allowing other visitors to place their gifts. By now, his right eye's suffering had quickly diminishing to a pulsating pain.
Reaching into his cloak, Naruto gently drew out what many would have considered a flawless masterpiece. It was exactly three hundred and thirty three of the softest, brightest and most vibrant hand picked sakura petals that his eyes could find.
The petals were skillfully molded and worked into one another until it was in the perfect shape of a single rose. They were seemingly intertwined with each other, artfully crafted so that there were no impurities within the rose, as it was made up of nothing but pink petals and the feelings of his heart. With each woven and folded piece supporting another, only enhancing the rose to an even higher plane of purity.
It could be handled with some roughness as it was masterfully crafted to last petal. It had no thorns but it was exotically beautiful. He had only made two other before this. This third one was for one person alone as it was meant to be. These roses were to fulfill but a single purpose that both comforted and agitated his soul.
Within this rose, as all the others, he worked and tempered it with the force and purity of his feelings. It contained within each individual petal, an essence of one of his heart and thoughts to the person, making each rose dramatically different.
But like the first two roses, there were more then a single reason for their creation. With this rose that contained his heartfelt emotion, it also marked an existence and an end. A beginning and end to a segment of his life.
As such with the first two, he would leave this segment of his being behind with the person who deserved it. The memories would always exist the rose would always have been there. But it would also mark the end of that path of his self.
With each of these rose, he left a piece of his past to rest in each rose, each petal. These final feelings would do nothing but bring misery, so why keep them? Instead he allowed them to be sealed within a gentle world of dreams and eternal sleep. The emotions themselves would have been happiest that way. Dreaming in eternal remembrance.
Placing the single rose in the center of the small clearing, Naruto then took one last gaze upon the person of the third rose. She seemed lovelier then when he had before he turned his head away as he was able to open his right eye, if only to get a final glance.
Releasing a slight breath, Naruto almost gave into his urge to touch. To feel. His hand extended to do his heart's bidding, before he sealed off another piece of it. It was so temping that his entire body almost trembled.
Retracting the hand, Naruto then simply straightened and turned towards the door. The Fifth was expecting him in her office within the hour and he wanted to see her again.
"Goodbye. Haruno Sakura… chan." Naruto said in a bare whisper. "May my feelings for you never fade and, may we… never meet again."
The words hung in the still air as he simply walked out on silent steps. The door closing in a whisper and the silence was ended with a gentle click of the shutting door.
Though the man had left in silence, his words did not fall onto deaf ears. They had fallen onto the ears of a young woman who, though drowsy with intoxicating sleep and relaxant drugs, had heard the final words and her mind struggled to awake the body.
Unsure of what had transpired, the young woman then gently fell back into deep slumber, as though nothing had happened. Yet deep down, she knew there was a reason why she had woken up, if only for a moment… at the heed of a single voice…
The night air was crisp and clean.
A gentle breeze fluttered through, caressing all that was in its path.
It was in this very moment that she awoke with an almost audible snap.
Looking around the room, she quickly realized that she was in a hospital. The calming milk white color scheme eased her eyes as she peered around herself and her bed. Her body was currently nestled under a warm blanket and she was surprised to find that she was tucked in. Though she didn't know why, she felt as though some one else had done it instead of either her friends or the kind and cheery hospital staff.
Looking up, she felt as though she had heard something. A rustle. It was faint but as she searched around the moonlit room, she found that she couldn't detect anything. Judging by the amount of light pouring into her room from the large windows, she guessed that there was a full moon out tonight. The single sakura tree outside of her room shook elegantly, catching her attention for a moment with its mesmerizing movements.
She recognized that tree, as any Konoha citizen would. It was ancient and colossal. Legend said that this single tree was the oldest in all of fire country, which all other trees sprung from the life and love of its sturdy branches and drifting petals. As such, many people came to this tree during special occasions throughout the seasons.
It was special. The size was only a tiny indication of something grander. It was their tree, unique to the world and thus they regarded it as such. It was old but was still seemingly youthful and elegant and it stood in the winds, its petals cuddled by a passing wind.
She heard it then, the soft voice of the breeze that called to her and she could only obey in answer. Getting up slowly, she felt her body moan slightly as minor wounds cried out at being agitated but were as quickly soothed by the night air. She didn't really want to move. Instead she just wanted to be warm and content, which she was already.
But the crisp air hung in her room while the wind beckoned with a soft voice that filled her mind and ears. It beckoned to her softly, seductively. An inner voice revolted against her body's ache and laziness, ruthlessly crying out in demand and thus, won.
Gently getting out of bed, her bare feet touching cool tiles, she steadied herself as she gingerly got onto her two feet. Her body wobbled slightly under her own weight, but her instincts quickly kicked in, balancing itself as she straightened up.
Taking a deep breath, she instantly found the source of the song within her mind. It demurely sang to her as she walked up to it. Her final memories of a curious stranger that was familiar yet unknown flashed through her mind. A person draped in a cloak.
Her eyes quickly caught the slightly opened window, a small crack that allowed the cool air to seep into her room. She briefly thought about closing it, but quickly decided against it. A kind nurse probably left it open for fresh air. Besides, the night air was addictively calming. She found that she rather liked the feeling of the intense coolness that currently surrounded her body in a almost gentle hug.
Looking down at her attire, she raised an eyebrow as she studied her simple smock. It was little more then a long, white generic hospital nightgown that effortlessly stretched down to her ankles. The style was archaic but she doubted that it really mattered as she since stopped caring about how her toned body looked within the hospital walls.
The next thing to catch her attention was the nightstand, were a small pile of flowers gave off an interesting mix of scents. She bent slightly to inhale and found the smell rather pleasing. Seeing the set of cards next, she quickly browsed through them. There were many cards signed by friends, a set from her family and a few from her admirers! It was such a surprise, her, the once ridiculed child now had admirers!
Grinning, she set the cards down as she reached back to pick up the last card. Her lazy teacher and renowned teammate had singed this card. Rereading the single name that brought a smirk to her face, Sakura couldn't help but smile fondly at the memories of this single person.
During the years that they were teammates, she only had a few dates with him and him alone. They weren't in any way spectacular or such, but to her they meant a lot. This was a person that so many still lusted after. He was cool, strong and handsome. Yet he had singled her out and allowed her the grace to date with him. The arrogant jackass.
However, as time passed, her flaring passion for him began to dwindle down as she saw him more and more as a trusted brother then a reliable boyfriend. The many close calls that their small team had and survived gave her awe at how far she had come since her youth. Having crushes were nice and all, but being able to kick ass was better.
That and since they were almost siblings she teased him a lot since he was still as stoic and self-important when they were younger. Girls nowadays seem to latch onto that kind of personality, though she no longer saw any real reason as to why. It usually wasn't worth the effort that she had to put into get simple attention from the guy…
Setting the card down, she suddenly had a small fit of depression creep up on her.
Her small team... a group that she had disliked during those days. Only to have it vanish in order for her to realized how much it had meant to her. They were once a team of four. A teacher, her perfect man, a loud boy and herself…
They were four until that night, under the full moon when they were forced to part. It was a night of fire, pain and piercing screams. It was a night that still haunted her.
Her hand shook slightly as she gripped the edge of the nightstand, remorse racking her body. She was responsible for the team's break up. No matter what others said since he had trusted her. Had always trusted her.
However, during that night, that she fell victim to her emotions and…
And…
A single tear formed, beading on the edges of her eyes as she tried in vain to blink them away as they stung and clawed at her eyes. She wouldn't cry! She wouldn't!
The tear then grew and under its own weight began to fall down her face, creating a streak that flew downwards like a falling star. A moist trail left in its wake.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she then tried to hold them within, but they were not so simply stopped. It would have been simpler to fight all the hokages, at once.
First one. Then two. Thrice… more and more they began to form as she began to cry. The nigh crystal tears that seemed to fall from heaven flowed down her face in a torrent as a barricade of repressed anguish shattered.
'Why! Why did it have to happen!' she silently cried aloud, the words garbed by sobs and gasps of air. Her taut arms shook in remorse while her hands held the nightstand in a death grip, the pain a comforting companion.
Yet there were no answers. Only the gentle voice of the wind responded. As tears continued slide down her face, they then began to fall, a few tears smashing into the table, creating almost silent sounds as other tears followed. Then, a few fell softly and soundlessly without the sound of it splattering against the aged and polished wood.
Her trained ears picked up the sounds of her tears hitting the nightstand, but when more then a few softly disappeared, her quick mind instantly picked it up. Blinking as her mind reacted to something, anything but the memories, she opened her eyes and looked down below her.
Between splatters of salty tears stood a radiant pink rose. Her tears on the delicate petals vanished and in their place were centered dewdrops on a perfect pink rose.
Gingerly picking up the flower, she was startled by its softness. It wasn't a regular rose as it gave way beneath her fingers yet resisted the gentle force she pushed against it.
Why hadn't she noticed this sooner? Was she that injured from her last mission?
Bringing it up to her nose, she inhaled. The soft and sweet scent bloomed within her nose and coursed into her lungs, making her eyes widen as she brought it before the moonlight to study. The scent was working on her, making her feel warm inside. It was warmth she rarely felt except when she was around the people she cared for.
Looking at the intricate flower, she slowly released that it wasn't a true rose, but a rose made up of sakura petals! In awe, she couldn't but help study the piece of art.
Running her left thumb over the petals and stem, she stood in amazement at this thing of perfection. It was like a dream that slumbered within the gentle clasp of her hands, firm but soft, imaginary yet real.
Just looking at it under the moonlight told her of the great difficulty in creating such an item. She knew that things like this must have taken time and lots of raw effort. Then thinking through her list of potential crafters, she drew a blank. There was no one she knew who could create such an item. Meaning that this wasn't from Konoha.
But who could have gotten such a thing? Before her mind could wander, the wind once again sang to her, forcing the curtains around the open window flutter briefly, sending in cool air that made her skin tingle.
Looking away from the rose, she took a deep breath as she suddenly realized that she was tired. She wasn't anywhere near fully recovered yet and the crying didn't help at all. Although she did feel a bit better about the fact that she let it all out.
Holding the rose to her chest she began to walk to the window to see what kind of breeze was outside. After all, it had been singing to her for a small while now. The least she could do was pay it respect and see what it was doing during the night.
Standing before the window, she gazed out onto the ancient sakura tree that dominated the center of the courtyard. If she remembered correctly, this tree towered over the hospital from behind, placing her in the rear quarters and looking down, she realized that she was a good three stories up, yet this was only halfway up the tree.
As another wind breezed pass, she frowned slightly. It was unusual for the village to get this much wind during the night, but then something caught her eye and her heart fluttered a bit. Cursing herself over a small bout of something… something that got her stomach in a knot as he centered her gaze above the tree.
A figure was standing at the tip of the tree. A cloak fluttering in the wind and under the moonlit night, it all looked so striking. It was a dramatic moment and she couldn't help but think of a story she mom had read to her so long ago.
The story was simple. About a young girl who saw her a boy atop a tree, they were once childhood friends yet she had forced him away and when he returned, he was no longer the boy she once knew. He was now a man who had a cold heart.
Yet the she had realized her feelings towards him too late. Instead, she chipped at his cold heart and bound herself to his destiny. With a mighty vow, she stated that she would follow him to the ends of the earth and back.
He then went on a long and trying journey and she followed, keeping at his side no matter the weather or the terrain. Collapsing from a fever, she simply got up and continued to follow. Then on the fifth day of her fever, she fell and fainted before she had even landed.
Catching her in his strong arms, she awoke briefly to apologize and once again declare her love for him. Weeping as the walls he had built shattered, he nursed her back to health and it was said that to this day, they wander the earth, searching the world, hand in hand, bound through a unified heart and soul.
Smiling at the memories of childhood stories, she wondered how she would have fit into that scene. The only person she had ever drove away was… Naruto… and they did know each other when they were younger after all they were in the same class in the academy for a year.
'Some Prince He Was! Sasuke Was Much Cooler!' her inner voice proclaimed with a dramatic punch into the air. Grinning slightly at the thought, she was amused at her own imagination and her inner voice's proclamation.
Then the figure moved. Stretching out a right arm, the person then opened the hand and as a breezed pass by and in an untold amount, sakura petals glided off the plam and onto the passing wind in an ever changing patterns.
Moving towards her, the person turned their head left tracking the flying pink petals, revealing the serene face of a young man she knew. He was regal and under the illumination of the moon, his right eye seemed to faintly glow.
It was under this moonlit night that her eyes widened as she stifled a gasp. She knew him. Before her was a person that she hadn't seen since that night… but as she studied the face, a foggy memory passed through her.
It was dark as she desperately moved towards the orange fire. Shinobis were tailing her, and she was got injured. She remembered! And after a short scuffle she remembered being carried away and seeing her stalkers dead.
Did he bring her back? Did he answer her plea… did he do it for the village… or for her…
"Did you do it for me… Naruto?" she asked silently under her breath, a small part of her daring to hope for something she didn't know that she so desperately wanted. Yet, as though in answer, the young man turned his gaze downwards and she found herself paralyzed by the intense gaze of his faint glowing eye. But she felt no fear.
She instantly found her gaze locked onto his for the scantest of moments before he simply turned away. She saw his back for all of two heartbeats before another wind glided by, making his cloak flutter and then he vanished.
The wind then died down, the flying petals then began to gracefully fall onto the earth below, no longer touched by the wind. She suddenly noticed it then, after a moment of silence, that the song that had been whispering to her had also disappeared…
Holding the rose before her nose, she once again took in a sweet breath. She didn't know why, or how. But she knew. She knew that it was someone who had known her in order as they made this rose…
It was the person who once chased after her and proclaimed his feelings for her almost every time they met. Yet she had driven him away and still he cared. It was he, Uzumaki Naruto who made this rose for her, despite all that had happened before. Despise that night which she loathed with passion, if she could only apologize to him.
She knew it deep down in her heart and her inner voice agreed with a blush. That It was this man who saved her, who still hopefully cared for her. He still seemed to care enough to forgive her and give her something.
It was this man… this man who had within a glance gave her a seed of hope as it began nurturing within her heart. It would bloom, she knew, into a flower that would never wilt and withstand everything that fate had offer. She would force her way into his life, she thought with a grin. Nothing was going to stop her!
Holding the rose to her chest, she felt a blush creep onto her face. It was this man, who she never really noticed until it was too late. He was someone who with one look, one moment stole the attention of more then both her minds.
The blush deepened as her inner voice screamed out the obvious. "He stole our Heart! Time for a comeback! Two hit combo! Lets go get him!"
She smiled then, her face red from embarrassment.
For the second time in her life, she found herself feeling something for another person man. This was a stronger flame then what she had with her former crush. This was something far more then she could have ever hoped or dreamed about.
Closing her eyes, she then succumbed to the feeling. She allowed herself to embrace the feeling that she had only once felt before. For a man she neither completely trusted nor even acknowledged.
With a shy intake of breath, she discovered with absolute shock that she, for the second time in her life… that she, Haruno Sakura, was in love…
(" ) ( " ) ( ") Author's Corner!
OMG! An Upadate! What is this?
Itsa Miracle!
Well this story was a trying effort into the "Romance" style writing and I hope I did ok. I never tried it but I am actually a sucker for these styles of stories. So here it is!
Perfect Psionic Soldier's first feeble attempt at something sappy and hopefully well written.
I had to redo some parts of this but I am actually rather pleased with myself on how this was completed cause if I stuck with my original plan this would have A) been longer and B) not as good as it should be.
Usual stuff in this paragraph. If u like my stuff and want to email me or so, I live at. donate candy! Lots and lots of candy! Love works too! I can't get enough of that! Well. I don't get any of that. so Any Love will do!
Until next time, fare well! Vanishes under a rain of cherry blossoms
Chapter 02 Version 1.01 (Still needs another good edit)
Update: Well I added more mushiness and love love things to this chap in my still bungling attempt at romance… I sooo need more practice… I was able to keep a lot of the paragraphs the same, Anyways, enjoy what I have added!