Her eyes glowed in the flickering light of the candle that illuminated the otherwise pitch dark night. Above, a million stars shone like the shimmering scales of a fish, as they smiled down at the couple. They were seated beneath the large cherry blossom tree on the hill top where they had once carved their names on years back.
"Sasuke-kun!" She had cooed in delight at the sight of the table set for two beneath the cherry blossom trees. The view of the village from the hill top was simply breath-taking. It was amazing how he had managed to lay out such an elaborate meal- complete with white wine and all- in a secluded area like this.
Dinner had gone by in comfortable silence, each still unable to comprehend the beauty that enveloped them. Occasionally, the young girl would glance up at the Uchiha, only to blush and resume her meal when he had caught her staring.
"Sakura," her gaze rose along with the raven-haired boy in front of her. He had seemed particularly fidgety that evening, which was rather uncharacteristic on an Uchiha. Something was definitely up his sleeve.
He was soon in front of her, a deft finger raised to fondle the pair of diamond earrings he had given her the year before for her birthday. She had squealed in delight then, and had worn them each and every time he asked her out on a date like this. His finger traveled downwards, tracing her jaw line and pausing momentarily to tip her chin up so emerald green met onyx. He cleared his throat, a sign of… was it nervousness? No, it couldn't be. The word "nervous" was definitely not one to be found in the dictionary of this great Uchiha, not from what she had observed the past 4 years of being with him. "Sakura," he repeated. His voice was husky now, and she couldn't help but raise a slender eyebrow in curiosity.
The finger still on her chin slid down her neck, before gracefully making its way down her left arm to grasp her tiny hand. His larger hand was calloused, years of training with all sorts of weapons having taken an obvious toll. Yet it moved with elegance and grace, like the gentle breeze that tugged at the Sakura petals above, sending them whirling and dancing off the trees.
Pulling a tiny, velvet box from his tuxedo pocket, the boy got down on his knee. And she swore she could hear her heart grinding to a standstill. A gasp escaped her lips, her hand shooting upwards to clutch her chest. It felt as though her heart was going to burst from all that euphoria. She had waited for this moment forever, dreamt about it even. No, it was too good to be true. Any moment now, she was bound to awake from this dream.
"SHANNARO!" Inner Sakura began shrieking in hysteria as she did a dozen back flips across the room
"W-will you marry me?" His masculine voice broke into her thoughts. Her lower lip trembled, as the tears inevitably made their way to her eyes. She was torn between tackling him to the floor in a huge bear hug, and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Why me?" she found herself suddenly inquiring.
A knowing smirk crept across his face, "Isn't it obvious?" he whispered, before sliding the tiny box open. 'I love you'. The golden print seemed to glow in the light of the moon. It was engraved, deeply, into the plain silver ring. Like his love for her, it would remain forever. Tears were flowing freely down her porcelain cheeks now.
"So? I'm still waiti-" he was silenced by her soft lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fervently.
Her answer was neither carved into silver, nor written out in gold print. But it was as obvious as her undying love for him.
"Of course, silly."