DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Naruto. (Just increasing Sakura merchandise, books, DVDs, a puzzle, a Nintendo Switch game, clothes, plushies, action figures etc. . .)
Author's Note: I. . . Can't. . . BREATH!
Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):
Praise to the Redhead:
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No Time for Kissing:
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"Cherry Blossom. . ."
Nothing, the pinkette still washing dishes. No eye blinking, no smile on her sweet face, just nothing. . . He fears she isn't breathing either.
"Sakura please, take a break." He wraps his arms around her waist saying her real name. She freezes in place, still not facing her boyfriend.
"Naruto enough. I'm fi-"
"Don't. Say. Fine." He lightly growls against her head. "Kizashi wouldn't want-"
"DADDY IS GONE!" Emerald green eyes glare pushing him away from her.
The tears falling down her cheeks. Her glare holding such agony.
"I- I can't FEEL anything, sure knowing it happen doesn't make it hurt less. He promised me he'd be here for his birthday this year!" She falls to her knees, he swiftly catches her. Gently putting them on her tile floor.
"I mean Mother gone had prepared me, but I still feel stupid and pathetic for feeling so lost! I WANT DADDY!" Laying against his chest, she screams her lungs out. Teeth clenched, eyes shut tight as the 29 year old pinkette releases everything.
"I know Sakura, I know."
Never seeing Kizashi Haruno's ghost looking across them on the kitchen floor.
He glares at Naruto, giving him a fatherly furious warning look from the afterlife. All Naruto does is wink. 'You have my word, Believe It!'
THE END!
December 9, 1955
April 9, 2025