A/N: I really should update Blood on the Snow, but I've been spending all my time on these. I think After I write this one, I'll go and write on it. I've been working on several of these.

I'm also doing ones for Temari and Itachi. (Might make them a couple might not. It would be interesting. Don't think it's been done before) I'm also doing drabbles on Shino and TenTen since they don't get much fandom. I may do some over people like Zaku and Dosu as well. Also working on a Kyuubi/Iruka (Hope that's what you had in mind, Kaki-kun. I haven't been able to check my mail lately to PM you back.) Also going to work on that GaiKaka for you too.

This is NaruSaku for April Miller and narutogirl14.

Title: The Forgotten Prince

Author: Ohtori Akio

Rating: G-Maybe PG

Summary: I'll always save her.

I'll admit that it's pitiful when your whole life revolves around one person, but that's never stopped the love struck.

Even if they aren't loved back.

I'll admit that it's ironic, and even be the first one to do so. Uzumaki Naruto, the next Hokage! Really pointless, but it's true. So here I am, sitting in a church without benches and too empty for ghosts, thinking of the first day.

She didn't want to be on a team with me. Anyone else would've told her to put up and shut up, but I saw that pink-haired princess and understood: it'd take a miracle to make her be completely fine with it. I saw her fragility the more I was around her and knew that if anyone tied to make her go too fast, it would completely break her.

Why do we keep on living if we're just going to die someday? I didn't know the answer then, and it sealed me into my own coffin to hear the question. The feeling of that hair as soft as innocence stayed with me despite it all, and no matter how many years passed, I still remembered as the coffin closed tighter, leaving me alone in darkness with only a memory to hold on.

How ironic, it's happened again.

Sasuke saved Sakura from her coffin like I couldn't. Then he gained her love like it was a trinket. He loved torturing me with both. I never had a chance at being her prince. When it mattered most, I did nothing.

Nothing.

In the end, I'm just a washed up knight who likes to play at chivalry. Who will do anything to get what they want. At least I'm persistent and loyal.

That's what separates me from Sasuke. I knew that Sasuke was going to betray us someday, but I couldn't tell her. There was still hope that she'd realize it for herself. Realize that he wasn't her prince…That word which describes something I'll never be.

I feel like she forgets about me more and more. One day there will be nothing left of the prince who used the last of his energy to save her.

Do we really exist if no one knows we do? The theory "think, therefore I am" is usually flawless, but many things still imagine that have ceased to be. Do I still exist? Is it really me who is here? Every day, those questions still become more and more desperate in my mind, as who I once was and now pretend to be slips further and further away.

Sakura…Please don't turn away from me. Please realize that I'd rather be with you then anywhere else. Please just know that I am here.

You may be the only one who still does.

I will remember you, no matter who tries to take it away. You'll always be in my heart. I will save you, from nothing and maybe finally become your prince.

As I let you know this, you take my hand, and we both walk away – together.

You've saved me from being forgotten and fading away.

END