This takes place right after the Fourth War. I'm writing this 'cause I was bored and just felt like writing a NaruSaku which I should have done so already. I'm not following the manga (obviously) and this is just my own take. This one is gonna be a little angst but no worries, it's still gonna be what it is - NaruSaku.
I'm a little rusty after returning from hiatus for a year or so. I apologize for any grammatical or cringey errors.
The dark sky was calm and almost bare enough for everyone camping out under it to see the scattered stars and weak crescent moon. For once, this view seemed to reflect everything they managed to achieve.
Clarity.
A standstill.
And possibly...hopefully peace after years and years of always being on the edge.
Cheerful chatters and laughter over the campfires in the close distance behind reminded her.
Her hands continued to roll the strand of grass between her index and thumb — an absentminded action she had been doing ever since she reached for the soil beneath her feet. Behind this absentmindedness, however, was full of thoughts. Heaps of anticipation for what would come next.
Quiet green eyes made their way to the feeble moon. A dry chuckle left her lips.
It was bizarre how it was blood red like the Sharingan a night ago. The world then, the situation then was a complete contradiction to now. Hopelessness, despair and chaos — all these turmoil felt like it all happened a hundred years ago.
A familiar roar of laughter drew her eyes over her shoulder.
And it was all because of him.
Her lips stretched into a smile.
Uzumaki Naruto was like the sun; a mere glimpse at him always ignited this comfortable sense of warmth in her. No matter how down she got, a beaming smile, his talk no jutsu or even his idiotic actions never failed to lift her up.
She watched his energetic figure gesturing excitedly as he chattered loudly with the others around the heat of the campfire. Even after an intense battle with Sasuke and missing an arm from it, he was up and about despite her insisting that he rested more like what Sasuke was doing now.
Her smile grew bigger as she beamed at the sight of his audience whose eyes never left him. The whole atmosphere around Naruto was cordial and relaxed; ninjas from different villages which were once hostile and distrustful to each other were laughing with him.
She couldn't be any more prouder.
He had come a long way - from a lonely orphan ostracized by everyone to a loved hero. It was hard to quell the flutters of happiness for him. Her best friend deserved this, no, he deserved much more than this.
His Hokage dream to come true.
All the ramen he could eat.
Her eyes fell on a certain dark-haired Hyuuga seated close enough for accidental touches.
She felt her heart sank a little at a harsh whisper of reminder.
—and a deserving girl…who could give him all her love.
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