AN: Hey guys! Welcome to my new fanfic! This is probably the hardest SasuSaku I've ever written. It's a cross between fluff and angst. Sorry all you fluff lovers out there! It's not dark, but it is rather angsty. But I promise you, there be a lot of fluff to compensate for the angst!

Every time it's Sakura's birthday, there's a mystery guy who gives her really really nice gifts. This story's going to be a sort of collective of these happenings… Sorry, if I explain more, I'll give away everything!

Read on and tell me what you think, peeps!

Warning: Implied NaruHina, NejiTen, and ShikaIno. If you're going to flame me because of my choice of secondary pairings (which are my secondary favorites) then think twice before you read.

Marshmallow 4:

Birthday: I'll Wait Year After Year

Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned anything aside from my brains.

Thirteen.

In less than twenty-four hours, Sakura would be waking up as a thirteen year old. The thought alone made her giddy with excitement. Tomorrow, she would officially be a teen.

The pink-haired kunoichi knew her friends and family were preparing for a celebration. She knew her mother was slaving over a hot stove, her father was wrapping her gift, and her friends had individual plans for her.

She knew Naruto was saving up to take her for ramen during lunch. Ino had told her both of them would go to a parlor to be pampered like stars, while Hinata had stammered shyly that she would prepare something she made herself for Sakura.

Vaguely, she thought of what Sasuke would give her.

Something tugged at her heart as a familiar stinging feeling reached her eyes. Of course. Sasuke had deserted Konoha. And even if he didn't, it was possible he'd even forget her birthday, let alone give her a gift.

Sakura gave a hearty sniff, but shook her head. No. She was supposed to get over him. She was entering her teenhood, so she believed she must abandon her childishness. And she was positive her crush on Sasuke was childish.

She let out a deep shuddering breath and settled herself into her covers. She slipped into uneasy dreams about the subject of her infatuation and his departure.

I'll do anything for you... I love you ... I would kill for you... I love you so much... I'll scream... Revenge will bring no happiness...

I love you...

Thank you...

"Sasuke-kun..." she moaned in her sleep, tears on her lashes. She reached out, but her hands only met thin air.

But wait.

Sakura thought vaguely she had brushed something warm... like flesh. Sasuke-kun? Is it really...

She opened her eyes slowly. Realizing her thoughts, she sat up quickly, her eyes trying to adjust. She looked around her room, but saw no one. "No," she said aloud. "I only thought I was still dreaming."

I only dreamt that Sasuke-kun was in my room.

Then why did she feel as though someone had brushed her cheek lightly with calloused fingers?

Shaking her head, she went to shut the window.

She blinked. Her window was closed when she went to bed. Why was it open? Realizing it could be a robber, she flicked on her light and scanned her room for any missing valuables.

Her chartreuse eyes rested on a small pink box which certainly wasn't in her room when she went to bed. Tentatively, she went to her table and ran a finger on the box's soft pink wrapping. The box was quite small; it was hardly the side of a shoe box. Attached to it was a tag labeled "For Sakura." In delight and with utmost care, she unwrapped the gift, careful not to tear the wrapping. She lifted the box's lid.

What met her eyes made her eyebrows go way into her hairline, which was a big deal considering the breadth of her forehead.

Resting on the bottom of the box was a card that said "For Sakura," and a small gold-chained bracelet with a single charm.

Cheerfully, she took the card first, and opened it delicately. Inside was a simple note:

"Happy 13th birthday, Sakura."

On the side facing the note was a small pressed wildflower. It was charming in its simplicity. Oddly enough, there was no note that could have told her from who it was from. She turned and turned the card, but no such luck.

With growing disconcertment, she took the bracelet from the box. Whoever gave this to me didn't know these things should contain more than one charm. She looked at it fondly, letting the red cherry charm catch light. It is rather pretty, though.

She didn't know who would give her something like this. She knew it couldn't be Naruto, nor Ino, nor Hinata. It couldn't have been Lee; Sakura knew he would have it with more pish-posh and extravagance, and the presentation just the same. Kakashi-sensei also wasn't a possible choice; he had told her that afternoon he would be giving her a scroll of special medical jutsus. She furrowed her brow. Who would give me something like this?

She gasped.

No way. It can't be. It just can't be.

She put on the bracelet, turned off the light, and went to bed, but not actually seeing what she was doing.

It couldn't have been.

But in her heart, she knew who gave her the bracelet with the single charm.

Looking out the window and caressing her new trinket, she whispered, "Thank you, wherever you are."

Fourteen.

Everyone seemed to think that fourteen was the age of teen maturity. Anyone who was fourteen was expected to act like a grown up. Adults seemed to think they could handle a little more responsibility than usual. Some chuunins of that age were allowed to tutor Academy students and a few genins as well.

Sakura thought of all these things as she lay in bed, excited with the new opportunities her age as of the next day would bring her. Kakashi-sensei had promised that he would find her a job as a gift.

She had spent a busy day preparing for her party. Food, decorations, invitations, more food... there had been much to do, and her parents offered to finish up for her.

Sakura held up her wrist and admired, for the umpteenth time, the bracelet with only one charm. Memories flooded her mind. He still hadn't come back, and Sakura was positive that the bracelet was both a birthday and a parting gift.

She was content with it. Ino kept badgering her to buy a few more charms, even offering some of her own, but being a sentimental one, Sakura wouldn't hear of it. He gave it to her with one charm, and it was to stay as such.

Or so she thought.

Her dreams were once again of calloused hands tracing patterns on her skin. The dream occurred so often, Sakura was not bothered by it.

But this time, it seemed real.

She started, and the hands disappeared. Before she could open her eyes, she heard the curtains rustle. She blinked to get the spots from her eyes. She sat up quickly and turned on the light.

Scanning her room, she found a small box wrapped in pink, and beside that sat a card that said, "For Sakura."

She felt like laughing out loud. Excitedly, she unwrapped the box, which was the size of a box that could contain an engagement ring. Inside, on a white cushion, sat another charm, this time, in the shape of a high heeled shoe.

She was beaming as she carefully attached the charm to her bracelet. It was sweet of him to give her a follow-up gift like this. She then turned to the card inside the box. Again, the message was the same, with only one alteration:

"Happy 14th birthday, Sakura."

She brightened even more when she found another wildflower pressed on the paper. But yet again, no name of any sender could be found. But she knew. She felt. She often listened to her heart, and even if her heart was wrong at times, this was one thing her heart and mind agreed on. It was he.

Fifteen.

The Godaime often told her that fifteen was believed to be a warrior's coming of age. Sakura was proud that even after so many death defying situations she managed to reach her coming of age as a warrior.

As a warrior, she had accomplished much. She was a commendable tutor of Academy students. She had bested Shizune in apprenticeship with the Godaime, and the older one did not begrudge it. She, Naruto, and a few others had already begun training for the Jounin Exams, which Kakashi even told them was an achievement; most people would start training at seventeen.

As she closed her eyes, she thought distractedly about a certain missing nin. Is he training for the Jounin Exams too? If he is, will we be meeting him?

I miss you… Sa… su…

It was a beautiful summer's day. The sky was blue, the breeze was cool, and the birds were singing beautiful songs. Sakura lifted her face to look at him as he talked to her quietly about intelligible things. He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his hand. It felt so warm, so caring, so loving… She closed her eyes. It felt wonderful.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes met the dark, and the warm hand had vanished. She raised a hand to her cheek. It still felt warm.

She knew then what was going on. She flicked on her light, and surely, on her tabkle was a familiar pink box, with a card that said, "For Sakura."

Is it going to be a charm again? She never got tired of receiving a single charm year after year. She loved the tradition. Ceremoniously, she unwrapped the box and opened it. On the soft cushion was a pink and blue candy charm. She giggled in delight. It was sweet on a whole new level.

She knew most people would want a quirky message or a passion-filled poem, but this short message, this "Happy 15th birthday, Sakura" she now read, came from the heart. It was everything anyone could ever ask for in a message. She understood now that it was his last grasp onto humanity, onto his past. And her heart soared with the thought that she was his last resort.

Sixteen.

Everyone called it "sweet sixteen". For whatever reason, Sakura didn't know, but she was happy she turned sixteen just the same.

Everyone had grown exponentially, in physical attributes, and in skill and power. All her friends had grown more mature, even, Naruto, to some extent. A lot of her friends had fallen into relationships as well. Naruto and Hinata had been going strong for almost a year, Shikamaru, thanks to Ino's prodding, was not much of a slacker anymore, and even the stoic Hyuuga Neji was seen taking a walk with Tenten, holding hands as they went.

Ah, there was that snag. Sakura wasn't in a real relationship.

The night before her sixteenth birthday, she had gotten nothing from him. No present, no note, no nothing. She had expected it to be an annual ritual, but now it seemed it was not to be so. It had saddened her quite a bit, but she supposed she should have not expected. She couldn't demand a gift, after all. But it was disappointing; her charm collection had been growing. In fact, at the party earlier that day, Ino had asked her if she had a new charm. (Sakura had paled; had she noticed that she had a new charm every year?)

She dressed into her nightclothes, not bothering to take off her bracelet. She hardly took it off ever since it was given to her, and she only did when she had to handle water. Not even training or missions could make her take it off. She was careful, of course, not to lose it; she couldn't bear to lose her last connection with him.

She curled up in bed and dreamt of calloused hands moving around her cheeks.

A cold wind blew at her blanket, exposing her legs to the cold. Half-asleep, she stood up and went to the window to close it. Of course, even half-asleep, Sakura noticed something amiss.

Her windows were never closed when she was asleep, which meant...

She whipped around to look at her desk. Even with only the moonlight as her guide,she saw the small box wrapped in pink, and the card that said, "For Sakura."

He didn't forget! He didn't miss my birthday! He may be late... but what matters is that he did give it to me!

The card contained its usual message and pressed wildflower. She unwrapped the box. Inside, on the white cuhion, was not one, but two charms. It was almost as if the other one was for an apology for being late.

A golden sun and a silver moon sat on the cushion, shining in Luna's light.

It was certainly a sweet sixteen.

Seventeen.

Sakura had mixed feelings about this age. She was appy because soon, she would be independent, and that she as considered full grown. But at the same time, she was nostalgic, because she would be soon saying goodbye to childhood forever.

Sakura had grown from her genin days. No longer was she the wispy, big foreheaded girl with no womanly shape of old. Now she had perfect curves, full breasts, and long legs, and she had grown into her forehead. She had more than her share of suitors, but she did not choose any of the, only going on occassional adtes with some. She didn't want to go steady with anyone; she knew in her heart, mind and soul that the boy she now knew she loved with great intensity was going to come back somehow. Of course, it did not mean she wasn't jealous of all the blossoming relationships around her.

This year, she herself planned her birthday celebration. Shae had cooked, decorated, and did everything for her party. Now, she lay in bed, exhausted. But she couldn't sleep. Not when she knew he was coming.

She closed her eyes and made her breath even. She knew he was coming soon, but she had to pretend she was asleep. She felt like a child waiting for Father Christmas to appear. She wanted to see for herself who was giving her gifts, but she knew if he knew she was awake, she might scare him away.

But then she began feeling sleepier and sleepier, so that she couldn't keep pretending to be asleep, but falling deeper into real sleep. But it was not so deep a sleep that she couldn't vaguely hear light footsteps, feel a gaze upon her, and savor the warmth that gentle fingers left upon her face. Subconsciously, she instructed herself not to open her eyes until she heard any telltale sign that he had gone.

As sure as cats purr and dogs bark, she heard the curtains rustle. Slowly, she roused herself from sleep. As though it was a ritual, she got up, scanned the perimeter of her room, turned on the light, and found the box with the pink wrapping and the card next to it.

It may have been a ritual, but she appreciated it and enjoyed it. She was in love, she had no doubt about that fact, and she was still falling, of that she was even surer of. Her feelings whenever she received her gift still didn't change, still like a rainbow after the rain, like sunshine during the summer.

She just wished she could see him, just one.

She laid her new glass teardrop charm on her palm and wished with all her heart that she would see him soon.

Eighteen.

Sakura was now almost officially an adult. The next day, she would be of legal age in Konoha. She would become independent. In fact, as a gift, her parents bought her an apartment in which she would move in the next day, on her birthday.

It was her last night as a kid, and her last night in her room. She felt nostalgic as she recalled so many childhood memories spent in that certain place. It felt as though she was saying goodbye to a dear friend forever. Of course, her mother had told her that she was welcome to go back into her room any old time, in between lamentations that her only child would become an old maid for lack of boyfriends.

She had spent the whole night playing board games, listening to loud music, and whipping Naruto's behind at video games, in celebration of her last night as a minor. She could hardly remember being this exhausted just because of playing around, and collapsed right away into bed, not even bothering to change.

Her sleep was so deep that she still thought she was dreaming when soft lips brushed her forehead.

"Mhmm… Sasuke-kun…" she murmured happily in her sleep. In the depths of her dreams, she heard a familiar chuckle, having no idea it was real. She gave a small smile in her slumber.

Her eyes fluttered open right after the curtains rustled, signaling he had left. Too sleepy to turn on the light, she took the box wrapped in pink and the card from her desk and opened it right in bed. Even after all these years these gifts, however plain, still gave her great elation.

She opened the crisp card, which contained it's usual wildflower. But the message had been changed.

In the moonlight, she read, "Happy 18th Birthday, Sakura. Grow up."

She giggled. It was typical of him. Always straightforward, if not downright rude.

"Don't worry, she said, the laughter still in her voice as she fingered the bluish silver rose charm he had given her. "I've grown up more than you can tell."

Nineteen.

It was one year since Sakura became an adult. She was to be nineteen the next day.

That afternoon, she had sat on the floor of her apartment and leafed through albums, report cards, scrolls and other memorabilia. She had marveled at how everyone had grown, how she had grown. She never ceased to wonder. After all, as she had observed, all these changes around her had been all too subtle. Once in a while, they still all acted like kids.

But everyone seemed wiser, stronger, more skillful, now that she compared the then and now. They were all jounins now, and some of them, she included, had tried out for the ANBU. Naruto was training for Hokage status more vigorously than ever. He had managed to reach of goal of attaining the respect of all, even without becoming the most important person in the village, yet he still persevered. The Hyuuga patriarch, Hinata's father, felt honored that his daughter was Naruto's soon-to-be bride, or so Hinata had told them, no longer as shy as before. They would wed in two more years, right after her cousin Neji's own marriage to Tenten. Everyone agreed to pitch in, even the infamous slacker Shikamaru, but only after Ino burst into tears when he vehemently refused.

Sakura smiled, happy to note that all her friends were contented with their respective relationships. She, however, had no lover to speak of, since it seemed her gift-giver wanted everything that happened between them a secret, and he only came once a year anyway, to give her the charms she now came to expect, early or late.

Her bracelet was now considered full of charms, for now, she had seven. She couldn't wait for the next one to be given to her. But she hoped that just once, he would allow her to catch a glimpse of him, and to speak to him.

She went to bed and fell asleep quickly, her dreams nothing but a sound of a thousand birds, onyx orbs, spinning red wheels, and red and white fans.

She had nothing. She didn't receive a gift.

Sakura had woken up in the middle of the night, expecting her box wrapped in pink and her card that said, "For Sakura", but it wasn't there.

Did he forget? Did he think I took my gifts for granted? She looked at the charms on her wrist worriedly. It can't be. He must know I love and appreciate what he does greatly!

Then she remembered that he had been late in giving her a gift once before. Yes, that must be it. He's late, that's all. Or he doesn't know I live here now. Maybe I should check my old room tomorrow.

But although she had reassured herself with perfectly plausible reasons, she still fell into an uncomfortable sleep when she closed her eyes once more.

All day long, Sakura could not get the odd feeling in her stomach that had nothing to do with what she ate. The fact that she had not received word from him, even when she checked her room at her parents' home, made her feel frightened to some extent.

Naruto often asked her what was wrong, and Ino would cast her a worried look every now and then, during the course of their little get-together with all her other friends. Hinata put the back of her hand against her rose-haired friend's forehead ever so often, Tenten asked if something or someone was bothering her, and Lee commented that she looked as though she had lost her fire of youth. She had all brushed these worries of her friends aside, stating that she had a late night (which was not entirely untrue), and her disposition mustn't stop them from having fun.

But this was amidst her wondering if something had happened to him, and when she would feel him rough but gentle digits caressing her face again.

Sakura couldn't sleep that night, even in the tiredness she felt. She tossed and turned, feeling that unless he would come, she would not be able to rest.

She knew it had to be that night. If it wasn't then, it was never to come. She desperately tried to push it away into the back of her mind, but she could not. She was desperate, and she could not get that negative vibe to go away either. What wasn't he coming? What was keeping him? Why wasn't he in her room laying down a gift for her and touching her cheek?

Gradually, she fell into sleep due to sheer physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion. But her mind would not let her rest and filled her dreams with death, destruction, despair, dread, and fear.

Sakura could not give up, even as wretchedness and fear sank her spirit and ate through her heart. She kept her eyes and ears peeled for any unusual news that may have something to do with him. She would stay up every night to wait for him, so that during mornings she would have bags under her eyes, She could not eat nor sleep anymore, not while she was aware that their connection had been somehow destroyed. She could not live with that. She had fallen into deep depression, something her friends could not alleviate, if they could even detect it, as she kept her cheerful façade up.

A week from her birthday, after vigilantly trying to catch news, Sakura heard something astonishing.

All the Sound nins had been wiped off the face of the earth. Not one, it seemed, was left in the Sound Village. Not one, not even Kabuto, not even Orochimaru.

She feared for him.

Sakura was on the verge of a breakdown. Her body ached, her mind felt like water, and her chest felt tight. But despite her condition, she requested, even begged, the Godaime for her to be part of the team to investigate the scene, and Tsunade agreed, albeit reluctantly.

She was now two days into the mission, and she was growing hysterical. She could not find any trace of him. Among the rotting and burnt corpses she had to perform autopsies on, he was not included.

No matter how much she worked, no matter how much she tried to forget, the thought of him would not leave him. From the waking hours when she tagged bodies and investigated the cause of the genocide to the sleeping hours when she tossed and turned inside her tent, all her thoughts lead to he who had betrayed Konoha seven years ago.

Even if she was about to tear apart with all the negative feelings she felt, she managed to keep her cool on the surface. As one of the best medic nins Konoha had to offer, she was one of the people who lead the forensic investigations on the bodies, and she couldn't break down, not when her services were needed.

A lot of the corpses already stank, and even more were scorched, body parts reduced to ashes. It looked as though whoever had killed the whole village did so wit the ferocity of a beast. Bodies looked slashed, clawed, and cooked. Some of the houses were burnt to the ground or reduced to rubble. It looked as though an army had swept the village, but judging from the patterns of the killings, only one person did it all. As much as Sakura hated the Sound, she couldn't help but feel pity.

Sakura's bracelet jingled and caught light as it's owner worked almost tirelessly and nonstop. It didn't match the depression Sakura felt.

After five days of rigorous investigation, Sakura went back to Konoha, bushed and looking as bad as she felt; her hair was askew and limp, her eyes had bags under them, and she looked sickly and pale.

All the hope she had was lost. She had not found him, and what was more painful was the fact that he was the suspect to the genocide. But the most painful thing of all was that he had not given her anything. Their connection was broken.

She felt so tired and downhearted that she did not notice the odd whispering of the people around her as she trudged down to the Hokage's office to report. She did not notice anything strange as she entered the office, not even when it seemed the stares and whispers were directed to her.

Tsunade listened emotionlessly as Sakura skimmed the details of their investigation, ending with giving her a scroll of the entire report. Tsunade scanned it and nodded.

"It all seems accurate," she observed. "Everything is in order." She eyed her second apprentice pityingly. "You look worse for wear, Sakura. Why don't you go home and rest?" She smiled. "I'm sure it will do you a lot of good. You've been worried about him for quite a while now. You can give the matter a rest."

Sakura almost gasped, but thought better of it. How did the Godaime know? "Pardon me, Tsunade-sama?" she stammered.

Tsunade laughed gently, which was uncharacteristic of her. "Nothing, nothing. Now get on home."

Sakura nodded silently and ambled on home. She felt strange, weak. She felt a thousand times worse than when he used to reject her.

And it only meant… her heart lay broken… pulverized.

She entered her apartment. As soon as she closed the door, she leaned on it and slumped to the floor, fatigued and feeble. She felt as though a dam had broken open in her chest, letting out all the stress and pent-up feelings she had suffered the past few days. Tears flooded her olive eyes and fell to her ivory cheeks. It was all too much, too much for her to handle. The smart, kind, beautiful, strong, almost perfect Haruno Sakura was after all, quite weak inside. She was no warrior. She was nineteen, but inside, she was twelve.

She covered her face with her hands, sobbing her heart out. Crystalline tears slipped down to her charm-filled bracelet, and she rested her head on her knees, so that she could see nothing but her tearstained hands. She didn't want to see anything anymore; everything made her long for him, making her even more depressed.

"Hey."

"Wha-at?" she choked, still sobbing into her hands and not bothering to look up. "I-I'm not in the mood, okay? I'm not in the m-mood for a-anything, okay, N-naruto… or w-whoever you a-are…"

"I'm not Naruto."

Sakura stopped at mid-sob. That voice… now that she listened to it, it didn't sound like Naruto at all. It sounded strange, but oddly familiar.

It couldn't be. It was, in fact, too familiar. It couldn't be. He had left, and crushed her heart, and gave her gifts year after year, but always kept out of her sight. There was no way. But… it was… entirely possible…

She looked up, not daring to believe it, and her emerald eyes met warm obsidian, no longer icy.

"You…" she breathed. "You're…" Her heart began to beat faster and faster, and her breath began to come in small pants.

He smirked, an old mannerism. "You seem surprised to see me." His expression softened. "Don't cry, now," he soothed. "Tears look bad on you." He brushed a rough but gentle thumb across her cheek to wipe away a tear.

"You're back…" she murmured. The realization sank in as she stared at him, taking in his amused expression. Her heart felt lighter and lighter by the second. She jumped into his arms, fresh tears streaming out of her eyes.

"Oh, Kami, Sasuke-kun, you're back!"

She sobbed into his dark blue shirt, feeling his warmth all around her as he held her close.

She hiccupped into his chest. "Y-you bastard! You… you… how could you… come back this… this late? I hate you, you know that? I hate you… f-for making me worry… s-so mu-uch! I missed you so much! Kami, I love you so so v-very much that I-I hate y-you… for not coming back sooner! I… I still l-love you, you know! Oh, God, Sasuke-kun!"

Sakura, even while she cried, felt like a bird spreading it's wings, like all the songs and tales she had ever heard, like summer rain after a long drought. After a very long time, she at last felt truly happy and relieved.

She moved back and took a better look at him. Sasuke looked better than ever. His raven hair still fell into his eyes and the back part still stuck out, but it looked better on him now. His onyx eyes were warmer, and his face was chiseled to look more manly, yet boyish at the same time. His muscles were more well-defined now, and he was a head taller than her. He caught her staring, and she blushed, her twelve year-old self once more. He rolled his eyes.

"So annoying."

They knelt there, exchanging no words, only looks that said much. So many questions were raring to get out of Sakura's mouth. But as of then, they were unimportant.

But there was one question that couldn't wait.

Sakura held up her right wrist, letting the bracelet and it's charms dangle in the air. "Sasuke-kun, where's…?" she asked playfully, grinning.

"You knew it was me?" Sasuke asked, a half-smile on his face. He gave a small chuckle. "Well then…" He drew out of his pocket a slightly crumpled card that said "For Sakura", and a box wrapped in pink. Sakura took them with eager but careful hands. She opened the card. Inside was a wildflower pressed on the paper, and a message:

"Happy 19th Birthday, Sakura." She smiled and opened the box next.

Inside was simple silver heart.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to give this to you earlier," Sasuke now explained, sounding as guilty as only Uchiha Sasuke could. "You might have heard about the Sound-"

"Ssh," Sakura interrupted gently, putting a finger on his lips. "I'm going to sound stupid, but you're all the birthday gifts I really wanted all these years." Tears of joy sprang up in her eyes again as she smiled. "I'm… I'm just glad you're back."

Nothing mattered anymore. Not how Sasuke got there, not how he had been giving her gifts, or where he had gotten them, in the past years, not how the Godaime and the other people knew he had come back, not how he still might have a trial for being a missing nin. Only he mattered to Sakura now, as they shared a moment, a hug, a kiss.

Only they mattered. Everythin else was nothing. They, to each other, were everything.

A bracelet and its charms tinkled in the night.

The best thing that anyone could receive, in any day, is pure love from that special someone, that someone for you.

AN: It's done! Yippeee! Sasuke's a bit OOC, but that's just to show he has changed over the years too. Ooh, ooh, gotta make this quick…

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Jellybean89 – That's okay, you reviewed now, right? I'm so happy! Thanks a lot!

Little Minamino – Here's the next chappie for you!

ArishaGinkaze – Thanks! I really do a lot of spell-checking and editing before I post anything… Thanks for the really great compliments!

Hinaru90 – I will continue! Oh, sorry, I don't do ShikaTema… really sorry about it! I just don't feel ShikaTema-ish… Sorry for the ShikaIno… I fell them more… To each his/her own, right?

Momiru-chan – Omigod, don't die on me! Anyway, thanks for the review! You brighten up my day!

Bittersweetdreams – Nah, I don't think I would have noticed if I was in the 3rd chap, but then I'm very stupid. They didn't notice because they were only slightly closer and Kakashi-sensei kind of is more observant than anyone. I hope this is kawaii for you!

pigeon - It really is too early to consider, but that's okay. Thanks and I hope you review again!

Dark Adonis –Yup, hyper din ako masyado, sometimes, I feel all that energy inside me na ang magawa ko na lang is bounce up and down! Thanks! I'm hardly an idol of anyone, so happy ako sa nasabi mo!

For everyone who reviewed, here's a Sakura-shaped pen! Luv lots!

Anyway, thanks everyone! Just review if you need to ask! This Little Angel of Blossoms has to sign off for now!