Just a basic Teen SasuSaku by dream-seker, literature
Literature
Just a basic Teen SasuSaku
The sun raised high in Konoha as Sakura Haruno stepped out of bed and prepared for her day. She glanced in her mirror and examined herself.
Girl, you are so fine! Who cares what Naruto says, you're more womanly every day!! CHIA! Inner Sakura chanted as she ran her brush through her odd pink locks. Today Tsunade had instructed her to help out in the village; she had a list of tasks to complete.
Sasuke had just recently returned to Konoha and she was instructed to help with a few preparations regarding to his house, filing paper work so he was a registered ninja of Konoha again and informing him of the changes of the village. This job was ori
Sasosaku fan fic chapter 2 by dream-seker, literature
Literature
Sasosaku fan fic chapter 2
I didn't want to let go. I never want to let go. All the emptyness I had been feeling was because of him. I had killed him; or at least I though I had...
"It is true that because of you I could have died, but it is alos true that you're the reason I'm not.." His eyes turned gentile. "Sakura...That heart was the only human part of me and in that short time that I was with you, it fell in love."
My heart stopped. Is it true what he's saying or is this all a trap? I couldn't help but tighten my grip around his neck. I wanted to hold onto thius moment. "That's enough explination for now. I...don't want to get into it." Those gentile eyes of hi
I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling-I have no idea why-I felt the tears swell up in my eyes then gently glide down my cheek. I felt silly, more than silly, down right moronic for feeling this way. I have been unable to shake the thought that something in life, my heart, had been ripped out. I felt myself slipping in and out of these agonising trances of pain. It has been almost a week that Ive been feeling this way, ever since Naruto, Kakashi and I came back from our mission against Akatsuki to save Gaara. A lot happened during that mission, but nothing that I think is responsible for me feeling this way. I have come to accept