Authoress' notes: Guys, I'm sick. I have this allergy that just wouldn't go away that's a pretty good reason why I don't update much right?
Black and Blue and Green
He loves her that's for sure. He had accepted that fact a long time ago. He loves her like a child loves the woman who told him something nice, like a teenage boy crushing on his hot teacher, like a man deprived, like a moth against a flame.
She simply draws him in, enchants him, enraptures him with her quirky gestures, witty comebacks and explosive, artistic power.
But she doesn't love him, not in the way he wants her to.
She smiles and laughs around him, acting like he isn't one of the guys that kinda, sorta after her bestfriend. But as a kunoichi of the hidden village of leaves, Sakura is entitled to at least keep secrets from her kidnappers.
The blonde is a ninja, a goddamn good one so he sees every detail, every change, essentially everything because everything is vital but maybe he didn't want to notice the change that had somehow occurred between his comrade and their captive.
Perhaps he just didn't want to take notice of how the Uchiha lingers in the room longer than he usually does when she isnt around or when their shoulders brush in the hallway when the hallways aren't that narrow.
He loves her so he isn't suprised to know that she is happy with the Uchiha, but it doesn't mean that it didn't hurt.
He lets them be -it will not last anyway- happy, capture as many stolen moments that she wants but deserves more than.
The raven lands on the cherryblossom tree while the clay bird flies away.
The end.