A Naruto Fan fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any bands mentioned.
(A/N: Sakura and Sasuke won with three votes! Trailing behind was Naruto and Hinata with one vote (I had one person vote three times-sorry, you can only vote once!), Neji and Tenten with one vote, and then Shikamaru and Ino with one vote. My advice: get more people to read and vote for your favorite couple! Although, since I don't want this to become a totally Sakura and Sasuke story, I must remind you that I will not do two Sasuke and Sakura's in a row! So vote for someone else; other wise, I'll count your vote towards the next chapter! Enjoy!)
Chapter 5: Watching Snow
"I met her
but I never thought
she'd belong to me."
The piano played softly from the speakers, and the saxophone pulled into a solo, with its high, jazzy notes. The music was soothing, and yet somehow in the winter season. Sakura danced around the room, pretending she was in a jazz club, listening to Harry Connick Jr. play live on his piano, singing in a nearby microphone, with the trumpets and the bass behind him, strumming away. Snoke would float around in the air from long, thin cigarettes; beautiful women would sit near by on the bars or be swept off their feet by handsome men, and in the midst of it all, would be her with Sasuke. Her pink hair would be in flowing curls, like all the girls from the fifties, and her dress would sparkle and make her look like a stunning model. Her lashes would curl up like Marilyn Monroe's, and her make-up would be fantastic! Sasuke would have on a shiny black shoes, his jacket would be thrown on to a bar stool, exposing his suspenders and white button-up shirt, with black pants-just like all the handsome men from the fifties! He would sweep her around the room, smiling at her and flying around the room with her when the songs were fast, and his hair lying around his face, and his nose touching hers when a slow song came on. She could just imagine it!
As the song continued, she went on dancing around the room, her imagination truly taking her amazing places. She finally stopped a moment, and smiled as the song continued and Harry sang her favorite verse.
"Oh, and how many times
does you heart meet,
the most beautiful girl in the world?"
Her smile filled her face, and she laughed as she remembered what had happened so many, many years ago during this same song.
Her mother had just finished doing dishes, and was exhausted. She collapsed on her den chair, sighed heavily, and wiped her forehead. For three days out of three week, she not only cooked and took care of Sakura; she also worked all day at the day care. Today, terribly, was one of those days, and she was utterly exhausted. Mr. Haruno walked into the den, and saw how tired and discouraged he was, and, since he had always been quiet the ladies' man, decided he should do something amazingly sweet and romantic.
His wife was had her eyes closed, so using some of his ninja skills to not make sound, he poofed over to the stereo, turned it on, and pressed the buttons to track ten. Then he appeared in a cloud of smoke behind the chair, waiting for the song to click on.
Taka Haruno had long been a very handsome man, and very good with women, since he grew up with a house of four women; two older sisters, a mother, and as for his father-well, he was never really around. He had a perfectly carved face that was sweet and manly, pretty green eyes, and since he was a ninja, he had a beautiful body to go with the face. It was almost kind of strangely ironic that Taka, who had been the pretty boy of his class, he married the pretty girl of his class.
Hyobu Haruno was a sweet, gentle woman, who had a round, soft face, pink hair, and blue eyes. All of the women in town said that Sakura was her mother's spitting image, with her father's pretty green eyes, and as Sakura matured, that never changed.
"Taka, what are you doing?" Hyobu-san asked tiredly, her voice weary and obviously saying, 'Do not bother me.'
Taka just smiled, and turned around in front of the couch.
"Just cheering up my wife."
He took her hand, and she rolled her eyes, and stood with him. Immediately, Taka's arm wrapped around her waist, and he began to lip the words of the song to his wife as he danced around the living room, making dramatic faces and making her laugh and smile, despite her weariness. The two had jazz-danced around the den, and eventually both had lost track of time and the world-as well as their daughter, who sat peeking through a crack in the door, smiling and holding her blankie. It wasn't every day you saw you're parents romancing around the den after all, and it make little Sakura giggle and laugh.
That night, after Sakura had ran back to bed and had snuggled up into her covers, she thought, 'Some day, I'm gonna be just like Momma, and have a guy just like my Daddy, who'll dance with me around my den and be nice to me, even if he is tired.'
Smiling, Sakura sat down on her bed, and looked up at the white ceiling.
"I bet you a million dollars that Sasuke's my guy."
Her smile widened, and lit up her whole face. She stood up and spun around and around, her arms out and her head back.
"You wait, Sasuke will be my guy!" she said aloud, and then she fell back on the bed, dizzy as ever, her hair coming loose from her bun and laying around her face like a pink halo on the green comforter.
"Yep; Sasuke's my guy."
"Sasuke-kun!"
Sakura ran up to Sasuke, and latched her arm though his. His hand was shoved in his coat pocket, his face emotionless, and his hair swept back as usual. Walking on the other side of him was Kakashi, who still harbored all of his black gear and a lazy eye; only now, he had on a black blazer too. Sakura rolled her eyes, wondering if Kakashi would ever change his style, or if he would die in black.
Sasuke smirked warmly at her, and then looked back at Kakashi.
"Sensei, what were you telling me?"
Sakura looked over and continued to walk with the two, their boots crunching in the snow, and included herself into the conversation.
She had only left the house to see if the next volume of her favorite book series was out, and to her dismay, it wasn't; but she also knew that if there was one thing she loved, it was being ogled at by boys. So, she had carefully dressed that morning, picking out a neutral, yet very cute outfit. She wore an orange shirt with a white blazer on top, jeans, a black knit hat, black gloves, a black scarf, white boots, and her headband hung around her neck over top of the blazer. Yet, since she was a ninja and had to carry around her necessary items, she still had to wear her holsters that held all of her kunai, scrolls and medicines and such cress-crossed over her jeans.
"Oh, yea." Kakashi shook his head, clearing his thoughts. It still made him have to do a double take when he saw those two together like they were after such a long time of Sasuke wanting nothing to do with Sakura. It was like watching a mutated pig walking down the market on it's hind legs, greeting people and people smiling and waving in return. It just didn't seem quiet...well...natural; not yet, anyway.
"As I was saying, I tired out that technique with the Sharingan that you invented, and I think it has some kinks. For instance, every time you use it, you destroy all ability to hear and smell. We would never know if one of our enemy's teammates was approaching, so I recommend that for only team missions, which you, by the way, usually don't get." He explained. No matter how many years Kakashi goes without teaching, he still maintains his old wise tone, and always manages to make things seem like the two now-jounins had never graduated from his jurisdiction.
Sakura rolled her eyes and smiled. "You know what amazes me?"
The two men looked at her, and she continued, "No matter how many things happen, no matter how much you change, no matter how much older you get, you always manage to keep your conversations to jutsus and techniques."
"What else are we supposed to talk about?" Sasuke asked, a little annoyed by this statement.
"Well, don't you talk about other things? I mean, me and Ino and all the other girls talk about other things, and so do you and I, Sasuke-kun." Sakura replied, hearing Sasuke's annoyance and deciding to try and entice him into a debate.
He frowned at her, realizing her intentions, and was about to stop her, but Kakashi suddenly decided it was his obligation to wave the flag.
"Sakura-chan, let me explain this flat out: we're ninjas, and we're male. We aren't not like females, who like to make friends and chat and squeal. We talk business, we move on, thus making us the polar opposite of females as always.
The only time we don't talk business is when we're talking about women or sports, and that's only if you consider 'business' our ninja work. We don't have deep thoughts, we don't gossip, and we do not talk endlessly."
"You've talked to Sasuke-kun about women?"
Sasuke gave Sakura a horrified look.
"Sakura! Me, talk to that pervert, about girls?"
"Yea, sorry! He'd probably brake out his book and start telling you how to do it before you could get a word in."
"Hey!" Kakashi punched Sasuke. "I am NOT a pervert!"
"Then why do you read Make-out Paradise?"
".... You're too young to know."
"Ha!"
"Yea, sure, sensei."
"I'm serious! It would destroy your innocent ears."
"Yea, yea, sure."
"I'm serious!"
The three stopped at the Ramen bar, and ordered. Kakashi sat hunched over next to Sasuke, while Sakura sat snuggled up to Sasuke, her teeth chattering. It always started to get especially cold around five o'clock, and it was getting dangerously close to that hour.
"Two oriental and one miso, please." Sasuke ordered, and the cook nodded and walked off.
The meals arrived, and the three ate, laughing and talking until their stomachs were full, and they said their goodbyes.
"Sakura-chan, what time is it?"
"Um, I don't know."
"Why don't you check?"
"Because it's cold and you're warm." She replied, giggling.
She cuddled up to him, and sighed, enjoying his warm body next to hers in the winter cold. His eyes were cold, and his head turned to the side and leaning against hers; his arm was around her waist. The two were huddled up on a park bench, watching the snowfall, and just enjoying the beauty of the scene and each other.
Sasuke smirked at her comment, and kissed her on the top of her head. The two sat in silence a moment, and Sakura bit her lip.
"Sasuke?"
"What?" he looked down at her.
She smiled. "Nothing."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. She always said something like that when it got silent, like the quiet gave her an instant itch to say something that had no meaning; but, he had to admit, it was pretty cute, and cute was what Sakura always was, and still is today.
Sasuke paused a moment, and a new idea came into his mind. After playing around with it for a moment, he smirked.
"Ah! Sasuke-kun!"
Sasuke scooped Sakura off of the park bench like a superhero with his damsel, and smirked at her shocked face.
"It's too cold here to 'cuddle'." He mocked her, and gave her his trade mark smirk again. She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Then off we go, my brave kni-"
Sasuke suddenly rushed off in an attempt to surprise her out of her sarcastic comment. The two raced through the snow, and Sakura watched Sasuke. His neck was bent forward, and his face facing straight ahead, sort of like a bird. With every step, he barely made a crunch in the thick snow-mainly because he wasn't touching the ground; it was an old ninjutsu, and very simple.
As he leaped through the snow, he looked so serious, so bent on destination, and really focused. Sasuke always had a serious face, and a very serious way of thinking, and nothing could change that. He was Sasuke-kun; her Sasuke-kun, and she liked it that way.
She loved her Sasuke-kun more than any other fan girl could.
And that, my friends, is because she loved Sasuke-kun not for status or looks.
She loved him because he was Sasuke-kun.
She loved how he constantly burned pancakes and eggs, how he would smirk at everything, how he looked so peaceful when he slept, how he would only smile when special things happened, and only when on one could see him. She loved how he was so determined to achieve his goals, how he would throw little temper tantrums when he was underestimated, even how he never cleaned his bedroom. Sure, there were little things that bothered her about him-like how he never put the toilet seat down (she fell in once because of that) and he hadn't changed his hairstyle in forever, but those things could never measure up to how much she loved him.
Her Sasuke-kun.
Hey ya'll!
I know, you must've been suffering dearly from the lack of updates. I really think this chapter sucks, but that's mostly because I've had this idea for Ino and Shikamaru brewing in my head and its driving me nuts. So, sorry guys, the next chapter HAS to be Shikamaru and Ino! Although, if you vote, I'll count your votes toward the next chapter, including the ones from this chapter.
Thank you so much for reading this, and please review!
-IHearVoices