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Catching A Falling Cherry Blossom (SasuSaku) - bbgoldflame - May. 18, 2011
This is something I wrote some months ago for Naruto. The pairing is SasuSaku.
Catching A Falling Cherry Blossom
Sasuke rose from his lounging position on the bed; his feet hardly even seemed to touch the floor as he swept out of the room, sparing the upright Team Seven photograph on the windowsill only a passing glance.
Outside, clouds skudded across a waxing crescent moon hanging suspended in a starless abyss. The relentless breeze nipped at his exposed skin. Only the rustling and creaking of the boughs overhead disturbed the tranquillity. The village behind him slept on in the embrace of its beacons.
His sandals were soundless even on the rugged cobblestone path. He kept his posture stiff and poised on alert as always, yet his strides were measured and resolute. Dark irises constantly scanned the immediate area despite his countenance remaining unreadable; one sudden movement would be enough for scarlet to bleed through.
He was on more edge than usual. Whether it was because everything seemed like that night, he could not say. One thing was for sure though. It appeared that his feet had gained a mind of their own and were leading him someplace of their own accord, for he found he could not alter his course. It was as if some unseen force were gravitating him toward an unknown yet inevitable destination.
It was when he rounded a corner that he saw it.
The bench.
The place where the cherry blossom had wilted beneath the intensity of the burning rays cast by revenge.
But something was different.
The cherry blossom had bloomed bright and beautiful once, that much was certain. Now her beauty seemed lacklustre. Her glow was gradually fading out, her petals brittle and frail. She lay against the unyielding stone. Her form looked so small and fragile. The flower was withering away; dying from an eternal, harsh winter of solitude.