White Christmas
It was a woolen blanket of pristine snow as far as the eye could see. The houses, the Ninja academy, and almost every other building in Konoha had been wholly covered by the fluffy cake frosting. Even the Hokage sculptures seemed to have magically grown beards overnight. And still, the heavens continued to sprinkle the feather-like flakes over the village. Her breath formed mist as she watched from her spot on the porch. Her gaze trailed a flake as it drifted lazily, waltzing and twirling before finally joining the rest which lay on the ground, exhausted from their journey. She was so still that if not for her petal pink hair, now littered with snow, one would have easily mistaken her for a piece of this beautiful scenery.
She could feel his chakra nearing, "It's the second white Christmas konoha's ever experienced," she spoke without turning around. The only response she received was a low "hn", but he soon imitated her stance, leaning back and resting his head on his arms. The next few minutes crept by in silence. She knew, as well as he did, though neither spoke up- that the first had been in the year he'd left. Needless to say, the village had been euphoric to awake to frosted windows and snow-covered walkways. Naruto, being the dobe who he was, had dashed out into the snow, completely disregarding the fact he'd been clad in nothing but his underpants. Till this day, she still giggled at the image of a pouting Naruto with a nose so red even Rudolf the reindeer would have been proud. She was suddenly aware of the warm material draped over her shoulders.
"S-Sasuke-kun," she clutched his navy blue jacket.
"You were shivering," he shrugged.
"Oh." Her gaze traveled back to the landscape before her. A crystal flake fluttered into her palm where it melted into a tiny puddle. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She remembered how when she was a child, she'd prayed night after night for Santa to grant her a white Christmas. She'd loved snow, and probably always would.
Just like she did him.
"You know, in a way you're a lot like Konoha's white Christmas?" Since santa had delivered and taken back the first white Christmas 7 years ago, she'd given up all hope of him ever returning it.
Just like she had him.
Yet now, 7 years later, it'd returned to Konoha.
Just like he had.
"Hn," came the monosyllabic reply again, though the unspoken question hung in the air like the snowflakes in the chilly wind.
"Because you returned," a soft smile played on her lips, "even when I didn't expect you to."
It was contagious. He soon found a smile tugging at his own lips. "And you know what else you thought I wouldn't do, that I did anyway?" It was hard to miss the mischievous glint in his usually obsidian eyes.
With the speed of a highly trained shinobi, he was in front of her in a flash, his face barely inches from hers. "That I'd love you," he captured her lips with his.
There was only one thing on her mind then, "I love you too, Sasuke-kun."
Oh, and perhaps one more, "Thank you, Santa."
A/N: hope you enjoyed that folks! And sorry I took so long to update. This was supposed to be a Christmas fic, but I was in Malaysia the whole of last week, so I couldn't access the comp. FYI this story was fictitious and Santa does NOT really exist. Christmas is really about Jesus Christ, who came into this world and died on the cross to wash away our sins. So here's wishing you all a (belated) merry Christmas and a happy new year! Please review!