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Etched in Stone: The Shinobi Chronicles

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NaruSaku: A Girl Onced Asked

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Kishimoto does.

Warning: WAFF... that about covers everything.

Author's Babble: Hey, people! I'm back with a Naruto and Sakura one-shot. Just to clear one thing up, this is based off of an e-mail I recieved some time last year. So, you don't need to tell me this either is or reminds you of an e-mail you might have recieved once 'cause I already know.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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A Girl Once Asked
Naruto & Sakura

A warm breeze was blowing, causing a ripple to gently flow through the surrounding trees. Coupled with the bright sunshine peaking through the forests' leafy canopy it was turning out to be a beautiful summer’s day; ideal for family, friends and lovers alike.

But not everyone was enjoying the fresh air.

Sakura bit her lip anxiously, casting her emerald gaze downwards at the gurgling stream below. She was standing in the middle of the old wooden bridge where Team 7 use to gather every morning. Of course, that was a long time ago. She rarely gave this place a second thought nowadays. Even today Sakura thought she was giving the small rush of water more attention then she ever had in all her years of coming here.

Unlike before, the young Leaf had not come to wait impatiently with her classmates for their sensei’s late arrival and listen to his half-asked excuses. No, the good old days when she considered those three males her comrades were gone. Team 7 was dead. They had each abandoned that sense of fellowship for new paths, separate from each other.

But not all of those bonds she had made as a child were lost.

Tucking a few strands of bubblegum hair behind her ear, Sakura turned to face the bridges other occupant. Naruto -blue eyed, blond haired and dressed in his trademark orange from head to foot as usual- stood behind her, silently waiting for the kunoichi to speak. Perhaps explain to him why she had led him here of all places. Sakura had said nothing at all since they left Ichiraku’s Ramen Stand and the blond was quickly becoming concerned. Although, not as worried as Sakura was at the moment.

It was hard for the pink-haired girl to describe how she felt around this version of Naruto -unnerved seemed to be the best word for it. If she could choose between the loud and quite models of Naruto, she would pick the one who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. At least then things would feel normal, like they use to.

“Naruto,” Sakura said in a soft voice. This wasn’t how it use to be, talking to the blond any other day was as simple and as natural as breathing. But somewhere between Ichiraku’s and the bridge her mind had clouded over and her windpipe constricted. She had to say something, anything to break this stifling silence between them. The only logical solution was to voice the questions that had been haunting her for awhile now. “Do you like me?” she raised her green eyes to Naruto’s blue ones as she spoke.

“No,” Naruto replied in a low, firm voice. Sakura felt as if she had been slapped in the face. Even Inner Sakura was stunned into silence.

“Oh,” Sakura lowered her eyes until she was staring intently at the black collar of his windbreaker. However, she still had a couple more questions on her mind. Steeling her resolve, Sakura asked but in a quieter voice than before. “Am I pretty?”

“No.” Sakura’s heart clenched as if in an iron vice. It wasn’t so much his answer that struck her so hard, she had been running this scenario over and over in her mind ever since these questions popped into her head, but the fact that he didn’t hesitate to give one.

“If-” her voice was no louder than a whisper, “If I walk away would you cry?”

“No.”

She had heard enough. Turning away, tears welling in her eyes, Sakura made to leave but found a large warm hand enclosed around her own. She struggled, though her effort was in vain. Naruto already had a very tight grip on her hand.

“Sakura,” Naruto said in the same determined voice as before, but his tone was underlined with a hint of sincerity that was difficult to ignore. She stopped struggling for a moment, her ears keen for what else the blond had to say. “Sakura, I don’t like you, I love you.”

The pink-haired kunoichi turned her head towards Naruto’s voice, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “You’re not pretty,” his blue eyes were transfixed on hers and Sakura could feel the steely grip on her heart loosen as she turned to face him. “You’re beautiful.”

Tears were threatening to fall and it took all the willpower she had to keep them at bay. “And if you were to walk away,” Naruto pressed on, his tone much softer now, “I would not cry.” Sakura drew closer, welcoming the pair of strong, orange covered arms that encircled her slender figure. Two small hands found the taller teen’s hips as their bodies pressed together, while her eyes didn’t dare stray from the boy’s handsomely angled face.

Naruto looked down at Sakura and grinned as he said, “I’d die.”

Owari

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Additional Author's Babble: Well, there you have it. It's entries like this one [i.e. Het pairings] that make me wonder why I placed this collection in the male/male section. I guess because the first chapter and a couple after that were yaoi pairings. .:Shrugs:. Oh well. Anyway, drop me a review if you liked this, or want to challenge me.

To BrucesGirl: I accept your challenge [I accept all challenges except SasuSaku]. Anyway, I think I'll write the ShikaKaka 'cause I got that pairing when I last used my RNPG [Random Naruto Pairing Generator], which is just a twenty-sided die but it works well for me. I have one question, though: Lemon/PWP or Shounen-ai/WAFF? Or is it entirely up to me? If you could get back to me on that I'd be grateful.

Ja ne
Unerasable Sin
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