Post by Empyreal Maiden on Jun 2, 2007 10:35:19 GMT -5
A fic I started and will (hopefully) finish. I rather like it so far although I don't have much down. I'd like to thank Syrafire for her awesome BETA work and helping me with proper characterization. Her amazing skills are the only way that this fic is legible. Please enjoy reading, Ice.
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“I’m going to ask Sasuke to dinner,” Sakura announced to Hinata. She looked at her friend proudly as she continued, “Today’s the day; I’ve decided it.” Hinata nodded slowly in response; once Sakura set her mind to something, she knew that she’d get it done. An excited gleam appeared in the pink-haired beauty’s eyes as she rummaged through her closet, flinging clothes onto the bed where Hinata sat, before finally withdrawing with various articles of clothing clutched in her hands.
“Hold on a sec,” Sakura said as she made her way to the nearby bathroom, “I want to make sure this outfit is perfect for Sasuke-kun.” Her eyes glimmered in eagerness as she closed the door, and Hinata could not help but smile. She was happy for Sakura, happy that she was finally taking matters into her own hands, she was not the girl she was a few years ago. Many of the other girls of the village loved him for his looks and his talent, of that she was sure, but she knew that Sakura felt something more. It was part of the reason the pink-haired girl had worked so hard. Something felt off, though but Hinata couldn’t place the feeling.
She quickly forgot her forebodings when Sakura nearly skipped out of the bathroom. “I love it!” sang Sakura as she twirled around happily. Peering into her mirror with glee she reminded Hinata of the children of the academy; giddy, with no reservations. At that moment, Sakura did not seem like the talented, battle-worn ninja that she was.
“Well, what do you think?” Sakura asked as she plopped onto the bed beside her friend.
“It’s very pretty,” Hinata said with a slight smile. “I’m sure he couldn’t refuse you dressed like that.”
Sakura’s eyebrow rose slightly as she asked playfully, “Are you insinuating something Hinata-chan? Are you saying that Sasuke only cares for fashion? Well, I think that even if I asked him to dinner in a sack, he could still not resist me.” She said it with a grin, and soon the two girls were giggling uncontrollably.
When the laughter died down, they began to arrange the room to its previous tidy state. Finally satisfied that the room was in proper order, Sakura led her guest to the door.
“Well, wish me luck.” She said playfully as she leaned on the white wooden doorframe.
Hinata smiled as she said quietly, “I wish you all the happiness in the world.” And with that, the two friends parted. As Hinata trudged home, she could not help but feel anxious about her friend. She knew Sakura was strong, stronger than most of the kunoichi of the village, but her one weakness was her heart. Sakura’s healing abilities had grown tremendously, but she did not know how to mend a broken heart; least of all her own. She had been so excited, preparing to let the relationship she’d shared with her comrade for years blossom into more. That was Sakura’s wish, but what Sasuke thought, Hinata did not know.
He was such an enigma; so cold she could have sworn he was made of ice. She didn’t hate him, no, far from it, but she could never feel at ease around him. She knew of the lengths he had gone through to achieve power, and abusing her trust would not affect him at all. She had always found it odd that when he returned, the girls of Konoha had resumed their worship of him as if his betrayal had never happened. The fact irked her, for while she did not hate Sasuke, she did hate his actions. He was so selfish, leaving friends and his home for power; for revenge. It seemed as though he did not care about all the people he left behind, all the people he hurt. Hinata tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. ‘I’m sure he had a good reason’; she would tell herself, but she could never think of one. She had seen the empty look of those close to him; the tears that threatened to fall from Sakura’s eyes, Naruto’s slumped, defeated form, and Kakashi’s somber silence. He has changed, others said, but she was not sure.
While Hinata struggled with her doubts, Sakura pushed all such thoughts to the back of her mind. She was going on a dinner with Sasuke; she was strong now; she was useful now. There was no way he could refuse. Her steady pace was lost in the murmur of city noise as she traveled to the Uchiha complex. It was an empty place; only one person lived there anymore. Sakura had to admit, the place was slightly unnerving, so empty and cold. For a second she wished that Naruto was with her; he always managed to make even the most frightening situations bearable. ‘Stop it,’ she snapped at herself, ‘don’t think about that him, think about Sasuke.’
At the thought of the handsome ninja, she felt her cheeks flush and her chest suddenly tighten. She was so in love with him it almost hurt. She remembered when Sasuke had left; she was so upset, she wanted to die then, but she knew he would come back. Naruto had said so and they had all been through so much together; how could he not return?. That was why she had worked so hard though; she had to become strong for when he arrived; she had to become stronger, for Sasuke and for herself. Days flew by when she trained with Tsunade, and even when she questioned if she could continue, his memory spurred her. She reveled in her strength, her skill, and knew that it was because of him.
Continuing at her brisk pace, it took little time before Sakura stood before the looming Uchiha manor. A shiver of fear ran through her for a moment, and Sakura felt embarrassed standing. Sasuke had never looked at her that way before, she reminded herself; but she had heard the whispers, he was a changed man. ‘We shall have to see then,’ she thought to herself as she straightened her hair carefully..”) Then, softly, she knocked on the door…
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“I’m going to ask Sasuke to dinner,” Sakura announced to Hinata. She looked at her friend proudly as she continued, “Today’s the day; I’ve decided it.” Hinata nodded slowly in response; once Sakura set her mind to something, she knew that she’d get it done. An excited gleam appeared in the pink-haired beauty’s eyes as she rummaged through her closet, flinging clothes onto the bed where Hinata sat, before finally withdrawing with various articles of clothing clutched in her hands.
“Hold on a sec,” Sakura said as she made her way to the nearby bathroom, “I want to make sure this outfit is perfect for Sasuke-kun.” Her eyes glimmered in eagerness as she closed the door, and Hinata could not help but smile. She was happy for Sakura, happy that she was finally taking matters into her own hands, she was not the girl she was a few years ago. Many of the other girls of the village loved him for his looks and his talent, of that she was sure, but she knew that Sakura felt something more. It was part of the reason the pink-haired girl had worked so hard. Something felt off, though but Hinata couldn’t place the feeling.
She quickly forgot her forebodings when Sakura nearly skipped out of the bathroom. “I love it!” sang Sakura as she twirled around happily. Peering into her mirror with glee she reminded Hinata of the children of the academy; giddy, with no reservations. At that moment, Sakura did not seem like the talented, battle-worn ninja that she was.
“Well, what do you think?” Sakura asked as she plopped onto the bed beside her friend.
“It’s very pretty,” Hinata said with a slight smile. “I’m sure he couldn’t refuse you dressed like that.”
Sakura’s eyebrow rose slightly as she asked playfully, “Are you insinuating something Hinata-chan? Are you saying that Sasuke only cares for fashion? Well, I think that even if I asked him to dinner in a sack, he could still not resist me.” She said it with a grin, and soon the two girls were giggling uncontrollably.
When the laughter died down, they began to arrange the room to its previous tidy state. Finally satisfied that the room was in proper order, Sakura led her guest to the door.
“Well, wish me luck.” She said playfully as she leaned on the white wooden doorframe.
Hinata smiled as she said quietly, “I wish you all the happiness in the world.” And with that, the two friends parted. As Hinata trudged home, she could not help but feel anxious about her friend. She knew Sakura was strong, stronger than most of the kunoichi of the village, but her one weakness was her heart. Sakura’s healing abilities had grown tremendously, but she did not know how to mend a broken heart; least of all her own. She had been so excited, preparing to let the relationship she’d shared with her comrade for years blossom into more. That was Sakura’s wish, but what Sasuke thought, Hinata did not know.
He was such an enigma; so cold she could have sworn he was made of ice. She didn’t hate him, no, far from it, but she could never feel at ease around him. She knew of the lengths he had gone through to achieve power, and abusing her trust would not affect him at all. She had always found it odd that when he returned, the girls of Konoha had resumed their worship of him as if his betrayal had never happened. The fact irked her, for while she did not hate Sasuke, she did hate his actions. He was so selfish, leaving friends and his home for power; for revenge. It seemed as though he did not care about all the people he left behind, all the people he hurt. Hinata tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. ‘I’m sure he had a good reason’; she would tell herself, but she could never think of one. She had seen the empty look of those close to him; the tears that threatened to fall from Sakura’s eyes, Naruto’s slumped, defeated form, and Kakashi’s somber silence. He has changed, others said, but she was not sure.
While Hinata struggled with her doubts, Sakura pushed all such thoughts to the back of her mind. She was going on a dinner with Sasuke; she was strong now; she was useful now. There was no way he could refuse. Her steady pace was lost in the murmur of city noise as she traveled to the Uchiha complex. It was an empty place; only one person lived there anymore. Sakura had to admit, the place was slightly unnerving, so empty and cold. For a second she wished that Naruto was with her; he always managed to make even the most frightening situations bearable. ‘Stop it,’ she snapped at herself, ‘don’t think about that him, think about Sasuke.’
At the thought of the handsome ninja, she felt her cheeks flush and her chest suddenly tighten. She was so in love with him it almost hurt. She remembered when Sasuke had left; she was so upset, she wanted to die then, but she knew he would come back. Naruto had said so and they had all been through so much together; how could he not return?. That was why she had worked so hard though; she had to become strong for when he arrived; she had to become stronger, for Sasuke and for herself. Days flew by when she trained with Tsunade, and even when she questioned if she could continue, his memory spurred her. She reveled in her strength, her skill, and knew that it was because of him.
Continuing at her brisk pace, it took little time before Sakura stood before the looming Uchiha manor. A shiver of fear ran through her for a moment, and Sakura felt embarrassed standing. Sasuke had never looked at her that way before, she reminded herself; but she had heard the whispers, he was a changed man. ‘We shall have to see then,’ she thought to herself as she straightened her hair carefully..”) Then, softly, she knocked on the door…