Title: Worried
Theme: #19, Red
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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The moon was full and glowing that night, but the evening goddess was nothing compared to you. I whispered how gorgeous I thought you were in red; it suited you. You laughed gaily, the joyous sound danced on the warm summer air before you moved on towards the center of the red bridge. You leaned against the railing and said something inaudible but it made me smile all the same.

I watched you a moment, the moonlight washed over you and it was all I could do to not reach out, grab you by the waist and kiss you senseless with moans and whispers of 'I love you.'

It makes sense that he couldn't resist either. Probably gentler than I could have, he took you by the shoulders, pulled you close to him and kissed you softly. I don't know what happened after that because I left my leafy watchtower and went home. All I know is that the next day neither one of you was quite focused on our training, and once we were dismissed the both of you disappeared faster than I would have thought possible.

It wasn't that I thought that he would hurt you that made me follow the both of you on your first date. Or your second. Or your third or fourth. I probably would have followed you even up until your wedding and probably after, but there was no fifth or sixth date. There was no wedding announcement or wedding. There wasn't even a good-bye note from him to either one of us. I can understand why he might have forgotten me, his best friend, but to forget you…I'll never be able to understand that.

The sunrise that morning was blood-red, and the god of the day decided he would shine forth happy and bright on that sad day. You came pounding on my door, disheveled and distraught with two ANBU rounding the corner toward my doorway and towards you. You gasped for air and your wide, tear-filled eyes sought comfort and safety. I gently took you by the shoulders and led you inside. You collapsed on my sofa and began sobbing inaudible, senseless things about how he had left you and me and the entire village.

It was all I could do to not reach out, grab you by the waist and kiss you senseless with moans and whispers of 'I love you.' But if I'd learned anything from watching the two of you it was to ignore those instincts. So instead I wrapped you as tight as I could in my arms and held you until you sobbed yourself to sleep.

I supposed that I should have worried he would hurt you after all.