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Author's Notes: My first attempt at something Naruto. I must say this is somewhat of a poem, just not in poetry form. Very short. Could turn into a series of vignettes. Definitely Sasuke/Sakura orientated.
Be warned, spoilers for episode 33.
The Painted Wolf
The red wheels of the Sharingan were spinning.
And a man's arms snapped, a hoarse cry, a splash of blood.
A flower unfolded, drooping, reaching for darkness when it could have had sunlight, calling outwards, its sweet voice the sound of hearts breaking. Petals curled and trapped a wolf. A painted wolf. A black wolf.
One red eye caught her. A plea inside a teardrop.
A canvas was cleaned, discarded. Done.
The wolf was just a wolf.
And the flower was really just a bud.
But she was his flower and perhaps, one day, would bloom again.
For a painted wolf.