Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
He walked down the street of Konoha. He knew he should move on, he knew she wasn't coming back. But, then there was always that slight chance. His blonde friend told him it was time to move on, yet, there was still that slight chance. What if, what if, what if. What if, she came back? What if he moved on? What if he had a child with another? What if he did, would he abandon the child and the mother?
What if? That's a question that ran through his head frequently. What if she never came back? What if he grew old, and never married? What if he never carried out his bloodline, like he had always planned? He knew that not many women could be have the positin of being his wife, because let's face it, the only woman he'd been around was her. His pink haired sakura blossom.
He knew that it was wrong for him to always have his mind focused on her; his fighting had improved a lot over the years, his raven locks reaching his shoulders. He never did, however, accomplish his goal. He never killed him. But, that wasn't important right now. The thing that was important, nonetheless, was him retrieving her.
Everyone had someone except him. The blonde one had the black haired one. The other blonde, the female, had fallen in love with the red head. He never really understood how that had happened, however. The red head had nothing in mind, but to kill everything, and everyone, that got in his path, but she stood strong, and saw right through him.
Love blooms in the strangest of places, but his love wasn't a childhood crush, and everyone with eyes could see it. He wanted her. He needed her. But, thus the luxury of having her around was not present, and he would have to become stronger, and not weaker. He would one day find her.
That one dreadful night, that happened a few years ago, was his entire fault. And, thus she was gone, gone like the wind that goes as quickly as it comes.
He loved her, he could see it now, her sitting on a bench with no back, and he having his arms wrapped around her. But, the imagination was never enough. The last time he saw her was many years ago, at least three. She was at least eighteen by now. What if she wasn't alive anymore? There it goes with the 'what ifs' again.
He heard a loud gasp, as someone hit the ground, not to far away. He ran, he could have sworn that he saw cherry hair, although it was bloodied. Hold on! Bloodied?
I hope you like this chapter! I hope to have at least one more chapter posted before the memorial day weekend! Haha, I enjoy describing characters, more than actually giving their names. But if you'd like to know the name it wouldbe naruto and hinata, and ino and gaara. I hope you can tellwho the other two main ones are.-Lana