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A Moment in Time
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,215
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Naruto
Everything had turned out just how he wanted it.
Well, maybe not everything. But he would make it, alright.
He had become the strongest ninja in Konoha; a well-respected and very-much-liked-thank-you-very-much friend to just about every shinobi in Fire Country. He had taken down the Akatsuki, beat his sensei, and become the Rokudaime Hokage. He had a beautiful wife that was as sweet as a woman could be and loved his outgoing personality. Ramen supply had gotten better, and his son seemed to love the noodles just as much as he did, which was a lot! His Sakura-chan was still by his side in everything he did, pushing him to do his best and always make her proud of her friend, her brother.
So why couldn’t one little piece fall into place to make his life the heaven he had always known it would be?
Gaara had told him that Sasuke just didn’t care, that he was a moron for even worrying about the “traitor of Konoha.” He personally thought that Sasuke just had some stick shoved way too far up his ass and needed it rasengan-ed out. Gaara at least got a laugh out of that, until he suggested the same to the Kazekage with sand replacing the stick. He swore his arm still hurt at the thought of the sand’s grip on him.
He watched as Sakura and Hinata laughed at something the baby had done that day and discussed their latest troublemaking patient in the hospital. He listened as they discussed her mission to Suna the next week. He smiled and put in a word or two at the right times to make them think he was listening while eating his ramen; really, he was watching as his best friend, his Sakura-chan, stole glances at the dark haired man across Ichiraku. The dark-haired man assumed that no one saw his glances towards them, but he was wrong.
He wasn’t the same blonde idiot everyone thought he was at twelve. He was a new observant blonde idiot.
He would fix it, he silently promised to his friend. He knew his Sakura-chan and he knew she was angry, pissed really, but he vowed to Sasuke that he would fix it. Everything would be right before he knew it. It wasn’t for him, or for Sasuke. His Sakura-chan was hurting and it was his job to fix her like she patched him up after every fight. And he took his job seriously.
Well, maybe not everything. But he would make it, alright.
He had become the strongest ninja in Konoha; a well-respected and very-much-liked-thank-you-very-much friend to just about every shinobi in Fire Country. He had taken down the Akatsuki, beat his sensei, and become the Rokudaime Hokage. He had a beautiful wife that was as sweet as a woman could be and loved his outgoing personality. Ramen supply had gotten better, and his son seemed to love the noodles just as much as he did, which was a lot! His Sakura-chan was still by his side in everything he did, pushing him to do his best and always make her proud of her friend, her brother.
So why couldn’t one little piece fall into place to make his life the heaven he had always known it would be?
Gaara had told him that Sasuke just didn’t care, that he was a moron for even worrying about the “traitor of Konoha.” He personally thought that Sasuke just had some stick shoved way too far up his ass and needed it rasengan-ed out. Gaara at least got a laugh out of that, until he suggested the same to the Kazekage with sand replacing the stick. He swore his arm still hurt at the thought of the sand’s grip on him.
He watched as Sakura and Hinata laughed at something the baby had done that day and discussed their latest troublemaking patient in the hospital. He listened as they discussed her mission to Suna the next week. He smiled and put in a word or two at the right times to make them think he was listening while eating his ramen; really, he was watching as his best friend, his Sakura-chan, stole glances at the dark haired man across Ichiraku. The dark-haired man assumed that no one saw his glances towards them, but he was wrong.
He wasn’t the same blonde idiot everyone thought he was at twelve. He was a new observant blonde idiot.
He would fix it, he silently promised to his friend. He knew his Sakura-chan and he knew she was angry, pissed really, but he vowed to Sasuke that he would fix it. Everything would be right before he knew it. It wasn’t for him, or for Sasuke. His Sakura-chan was hurting and it was his job to fix her like she patched him up after every fight. And he took his job seriously.