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Title: More Than Family
Prompt: Photograph (Rinne Matsuri Edition)
Note: TEAM SEVEN AND GENIN!SASUSAKU FLUFF IS BEST FLUFF. I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS CUTENESS SO HELP ME GOD. #chidoritotheheart
Ten days done only 21 to go, my dudes.
There's no missing that flow of her step as she's running to the meeting spot for team seven on the bridge. Rinne Matsuri is happening and there's nothing she wants than to celebrate it with her team. She's excited and she's glowing. The snow is perfect with it's light fluff and rain upon the earth. It's not harsh and it's not sent to cause them panic.
She's slowing down within her steps and there's no missing the deep blue scarf around her crushes neck—it didn't seem to matter what he put on he was always perfect, and always in place. He's always got that lackadaisical expression in place, and the long sleeved deep purple underneath his normal high collared blue is just an added touch. She hopes the kimono she's dragged from her closet will impress him—ah, it only seeks to make her giggle.
"Good evening, Sasuke-kun!" she's all bright smiles slowing down to a walk as she seeks to set her hair in place.
The drag of his hand comes from it's place across his chest giving into his usual gestures, and it only seeks to make her heart flutter. There's no getting lost within this though at the call of the blonde coming from behind, and a compliment follows right after.
"It looks cute on you Sakura-chan!" he's all grins with his hands behind his head.
"Ah, thank you!" she's twirling around as she looks at the handy work of her, and her mother—it's her favorite one, in fact, deep in red, and floral patterns throughout it.
She can only continue within her playful banter with the blonde, and it's surprisingly not to late before their squad leaders made his appearance. He's late as always but it's not as long as normal and so she's willing to let it be. The lanterns that light their way as she runs her fingers within the white fur that hangs from her shoulders seeking to keep her warm. The food from the stalls makes them push through the crowds, and the games hold the best amusement—especially with their blonde always losing.
There's the cheer for their obsidian teammate as he tries his hand at it when provoked and baited by the blonde. There's no stopping her fits from pumping in the air and then the grin across her face. This was what it meant to be a team she's sure. She's sliding the camera from her bag and snapping away.
To be a team meant to be more than family.
She's holding these males close to heart, and it's hard to keep the giggles from her face as she sets about snapping everything they do. Running into others is expected, and she's the first to push them all together. It's with the push of her blonde that she's given the chance to sit in one as well—she's just in the middle of this blonde, and obsidian. It's a grasp of their hands and she's pulling them along. It won't be long until the fireworks light up the sky, and she's filled to the brim with all the new memories they're creating.
Another turn within the busy lit up streets and they're acquiring more of their rookie nine. There's compliments, and some rivalry but it's okay because they're having fun and that's what meant most during Rinne Matsuri. She's completely oblivious with her fingers still upon that purple sleeve of his—he's yet to object. She's turning to him and it's with a dip of her head as she comes closer not respecting his space that he's taking a step back and turning his head towards her.
"It's almost time, Sasuke-kun!" she's all soft laughs as his scowl deepens, and the only response he provides a clearing of his throat.
"Look at you! You look like a turtle with you head so deep within your shirt!" the blonde's teasing.
Wide eyes, and a pinch of brows follows, "Shut up, dobe!" he's got the prettiest of blushes across his face within his embarrassment.
"No fighting!" she's scolding holding her hand up to both, "It's Rinne Matsuri!"
"Aw, Sakura-chan!" he's puffing his cheek out, "He looked like a turtle, come on."
She's shifting viridian and she's looking at the obsidian haired male which his fingers pulling his collar higher as if it would hide his embarrassment. It's a blink, and then another, and then she's falling into laughter making him go wide eyed again, "Naruto!" he's hissing at being so teased.
She can't stop herself as she grabs a hold of his arm to snap a photo, "What are you doing?" he's annoyed, and he's frustrated, but it's not stopping the click of that button, and giving it a look upon the back she's fallen into another round of giggles, "Delete it!"
"Alright, alright. That's enough. We'll miss the fireworks." as expected from their squad leader he's the one to break up the horse play.
She's distracted once again by the call of fireworks letting the camera hand from upon her wrist. It's another grip of their arms, "Sakura, let go I'm coming." Sasuke's mumbling.
There's no care though, and there's no stopping for the smell of food that continues to linger as they continue to the hills of grass that lead to the water that flows through out their village. Giddy and finding a spot among the others they stand and they wait. There's that idle chatter as they act as they should—they are twelve after all.
It happens all at once silencing them all and then the drawl of their voices in wonder as explosions lights, and multiple colors fill the darkened sky. Hands press together, and then she's remembering her camera it's another click of buttons as she seeks to get more photos. She wants to line them up, and have them around her room—another display to remind her of times with this team so much more than family.
None hold greater importance than that of the day they became team seven, but it's the click of a button capturing her crush's gaze upon the sky light with color that has her bringing the camera down and appreciate him further. She's not sure what makes her other hand find its way within his purple sleeves and that's what brings him staring at her.
He's got an eyebrow raised, and she's giving another blossom of a smile. These were the things she looked forward too. Her fingers tighten their hold, and then it's the loud mouthed blonde once best friend cutting in between. This has her scowling and calling her a pig, and there's no miss of her famous nickname falling just the same.
It's fine, and it's all welcomed though because this is Rinne Matsuri, and they have so much more to go.
There's the shift of her eyes and she thinks she's caught another prettiest of blushes across those cheeks adorned on him. Biting upon her lip she wonders if this helps him deal with the loss of his family—they could never replace them and they would never be them, but they could be what fills that time he spends alone at home.
The fireworks are spectacular in all of their flashes and colors that dare to linger before disappearing. There's the cheer and the call of all who look, and she dares to catch a glimpse of the shinobi quite behind them. He drags his eyes from his text and there's no missing the smile tucked behind that high collared mask. It's enough for her that they've all found enjoyment in this holiday so special. They'll be back to the grind soon enough, and every memory she makes is one she knows she'll look back upon as she gets older.
The finale comes and it's bright and more explosive than the rest it flashes. It's the longest of the fireworks, and it's a fitting end far more than she could have ever asked. She feels her heart's beat lose it's way from her hears completely overcome with the display.
The clap of their hands come and the whistles, and cheers from all around her have her giggling, and celebrating along. Their feet have them walking back down with which they came it's almost the end of the night, and it has her flipping through photos wishing to grasp this memory before it's gone. There's the flick and the head of the blonde coming over her shoulder. He's laughing and remarking as they go, and it's the stop on that photo of her crush deep within his collar refusing to look at her that's got her letting out a squeal.
This is the one she'll hold the closet. Never had she captured such a look until this moment, and then there he is pressing against her side to see what has her so excited.
"I said delete that!"
"No! It's my favorite, Sasuke-kun!" she's pouting so childish with puffed cheeks as she dares to void his personal space.
He's opening his mouth, and then he's closing it again. It's stuffing those hands in his pockets and desperate to get away from her, "Whatever."
She's following after with that flow in her step—they're a team—and definitely more than that.