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Her name and hair matched the cherry blossoms, fifteen year old Gaara thought.
His blank eyes watched the short haired ninja from a distance. She was standing at the top of the mountain dedicated to all the Hokages of Kohona. On top of the Third, to be precise.
So if her hair and name matched the blossoms, why didn’t her mood?
From what he understood, cherry blossoms were light-hearted. But that information was gathered from what his sister told him. Temari could be trusted, though.
The redhead jumped from building to building until he stood behind her. If she saw him from the corner of her eye, he wouldn’t know. For awhile, nothing but the wind moved.
Never in his visits, had Gaara seen Sakura in this kind of state. Although, he had only knew her for a short while…
An image of a black haired male passed through his mind. He knew.
When her pink head abruptly turned, the Sand Kazekage did not flinch.
His name and hair didn’t match death anymore, fifteen year Sakura thought.
Her vibrant jade eyes absorbed the boy behind her. He stood with his arms crossed and his eyes were on her. Then again, where else would they be? She was the only one around.
So if his hair and name didn’t match death, would they truly represent love now?
From what Naruto told her, Gaara shared the same childhood as him. Both were prejudiced against. That information came from her team mate. Naruto, she thought, could be trusted.
Sakura watched as the male made his way towards her, green orbs never leaving his form. He truly changed in the past three years. No more did he think of himself and murder unnecessarily.
Gaara become more open with people…especially her. With a lighter mood, Sakura distracted her thoughts from retrieving Sasuke. When he finally stood next to her, the pink haired girl noticed him staring ahead.
“Hoping…is that something wonderful?”
She merely blinked before grinning softly. Gaara could be a little slow but he understood. Hesitantly, Sakura placed her head on his shoulder. With her eyes closed, a reflection of Gaara was painted next to Sasuke in her mind.