Sorry this came out late. I tried posting it yesterday (and the day before) and it would not work! But it's up now for all you lovely people to read and coughreviewcough. Yes Yamato Sakura. How often do you see that? Well I'm always one for crack (with Sakura) so I really wanted to do a fic with Sakura and Yamato cause you don't see that pair too often.
Okay one or two quick notes before I get down on my hands an knees and beg for reviews. This is not a one shot, I was planning on publishing this closer to Christmas since the next chapter involves Christmas and a X mass tree but I decided to put one or tw other chapter in between the first one and the Christmas tree.
That and I started a form…I think with info on a bunch of story ideas I have. Maybe one or two ideas that need to be adopted will be posted in the future but for now it's stories I have just started writing. So if you want to see that please go ahead. That and I'll put more info about this fic and it's updates on my profile page. Ideas welcome!
Please read and review and even flame if you want. I do not own the Naruto universe. Gosh how many times do I have to say it?
Swing Life Away
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
A low rumble echoes over the darkly clouded skies of a late afternoon in the thriving village hidden in the leaves. The semi crowed streets full of villagers cried out softly at the low rumble and began to close down their outdoor vendors and people began running home, aiming to beat the promised rain. The clack sound of shutters being closed ran through the now empty streets.
In the midst of the slightly chaotic struggle one man stood rooting in the same spot he had occupied for the past twenty five minuets without moving. The sound of the thunder didn't startle him or urge him to move in any way. He just stood there, like a statue…or more like a tree.
"It's getting dark out…" He though quietly scanning the dark clouded skies over head. "I guess I should get going now."
Tenzo now newly named Yamato sighed running a hand through his short messy chocolate colored hair that slightly stuck up to one side as he stumbled through the streets of his home village.
His senpai Kakashi had stopped by to talk with him and offer some 'encouragement' before poofing off to read that mysterious book of his. The one he wouldn't let him read. The 'are you alright?' and the 'is there anything you want to talk about?' speech still fresh in his head.
A humbling experience in his option. Kakashi was his idol and to be asked if he was okay like he was a little child made him feel ashamed of himself. He was a highly skilled Shinobi not a whimpering child.
He sighed again stopping in his tracks. If Kakashi had made an effort to talk to him about it his depression must be really bad. He didn't want other people getting caught up in it but it was a hard thing to hide…and sadly a comforting thing he didn't want to hide. He liked being depressed in a way, not wanting to change and in another way hated it and wanted to change.
"What am I going to do with myself?" He asked aloud looking up at the clouded gray clouds in the sky that stared back at him with threatening arms of heave's tears. "Of course…." He murmured when the first drop of rain fell on his face under his eye. Soon that one drop or rain turned into a thundering downpour of salty sky tears.
He stood there for what felt like the longest time. Letting the rain wash away his worries. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he would be sick with a nasty cold in the morning but he didn't care about tomorrow. All he cared about was the here and now where he was so comfortably numb.
He didn't have to worry abut how he messed up in his last mission or about how he was the youngest on his squad being dubbed 'the kid', he didn't have to worry about his apartment's rent that was due in a few days, he didn't have to care about anything.
"It's nice…to be like this…if only for a shot while." He mused taking a steep forward in the storm ignoring how people ran past him with umbrellas and various objects over their head as they tried to escape mother earth's tears. His sandals making a pair of muddy tracks in the dark murky mud as he trudged slowly deeper into his oh so dear home village.
A flash of red to his right caught his attention and he stopped to stare at the red moving object to his side.
His eyes widened when he saw that the red moving blur was in fact a small girl on a swing set swinging in the cold rain no matter how hard it was coming down.
His eyes narrowed trying to get a better look at the girl through the rain. She had shot cropped pink locks that danced back and forth around her face with each rise and fall her wooden swing took.
He couldn't see what color her eyes were from where he stood in the rain but if he had to guess he would say they were a bright apple green. Her small dress was red with small black sandals that complemented the flat black band in her head that didn't look as good as a big red bow.
He noticed a white circle printed on the back of her outfit telling him she was part of the Haruno family. Not a very powerful family but a wealthy one that had a reputation of traveling to other villages on business.
What was a fragile looking girl doing out in the middle of a rainstorm?
Deciding that he had nothing better to do Yamato headed over to the slightly shaded area where the girl sat on her high flying swing now toughly soaked with rain.
He was about to ask her what she was doing out in the rain when her voice stopped him from uttering a single syllable. She was singing…singing quite well too for a seven maybe eight year old. Her tune was low and haunting as she swung back and forth rising high into he sky before being pulled back to repeat the seemingly never ending process.
"Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse. Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words." She sung peacefully in an enchantingly dark tone.
The brown haired leaf ANBU could instantly detect sadness in her voice and tone. She seemed so sad and numb to everything…just like him. That was until she began to sing again.
"Swing life away. Swing life away. Swing life away. Oh just swing life away…." She moaned in her young child like voice as she soared higher swing her pain away.
She seemed to be casting a huge burden into the sky as she sung those words still unaware of his company. She seemed… happier. Why that was he didn't know. Her wet cherry colored hair swung limply as she pumped her legs to take her higher. He had to admit the pain hair made her really cute looking.
Her coughing caught his attention as her joyous ride began to slow due to the lack of leg pumping.
"Hey are you okay?" He asked rushing to her side and rubbing her back.
"H-hai I'm okay sir…" she replied back weakly with a small smile. Her eyes were a bright apple green just as he thought they were.
The worried chocolate haired man sighed not convinced with her small reply and decided to ask her his original question ignoring the sir part since he really wasn't that old. "What are you doing out here in the rain little girl?"
"I'm swinging!" Sakura huffed back, annoyed at being called a little girl. She was already seven years old, she so wasn't a little girl anymore. I'm my name is Sakura, not little girl."
"Okay Sakura, my name is Yamato, happy to meet you."
"Happy to meet you too-cough." Sakura tried to say before being cut off by another cough.
"You could get sick out here in the rain, you should be inside resting up."
Sakura pouted sadly and looked down at her shoes. "I don't want to go home, it's scary." she murmured quietly almost as if to herself. Here eyes turning downward in sadness. An emotion he was all too familiar with recently.
"But you shouldn't be out here in the rain, It's not healthy for a girl your age to be exposed to the cold like this." He comments studying her swing with his highly trained hawk like Shinobi eyes. "Why would you come to this swing anyway? Of all the places why did you come here?"
"Because…it's where I get away." She replied whispering the last part after the pause.
He quirked an eyebrow at her explanation in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Sakura looked at his sadly kicking her feet back and forth. "When I swing, I get away. Nothing else in the whole world matters except trying to touch the sky. Nothing else bothers me and I can't feel sad for anything bad that's happening to me. It's like it's not even there."
"What's not there?" He asked interested in what she could be talking about to become so sad.
Sakura turned her head from side to side with a slight bob to get the hair out of her frowning face. "The hole in here…" She said pointing to her chest where her heart would be. "It hurts when there is noting there to stop the pain."
Yamato's caring chocolate brown eyes softened when he recognized her symptoms that were so thickly surrounding him. She was like the small version of him. Sad and alone wishing only to be numb to the depressing pain. He remembered struggling with the useless feeling and not being able to find a reason for living. He could scarcely imagine what she was going through, such a small girl. Maybe apart they couldn't find a reason to smile but together…the could find it together.
Smiling, he picked up the girl who simply squeaked in protest and sat down on her swing setting her across his lap so that she faced him with one leg on each side so she wouldn't fall off.
She blushed slightly at how close his smiling face was to her own and ducked her head into his chest. A small rumbling greeted her ear as he voice rumbled with a less haunting yet still sorrowful song she found of so familiar.
"I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move. The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon. Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow. I've got some friends, some that I hardly know But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world. We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go."
Sakura smiled at his gentle soothing voice as her swing began to rock back and forward soothing her racing heart to a point where nothing matter. Comfortably numb drowning in this bliss.
She liked his voice, it made her want to fall asleep and rest peacefully for once. Like a lullaby. It was deep and yet airy at the same time. A beautiful combination compared to her deep protracted tone. He sounded really good to her.
Glancing up with a soft smile she looked at him with understanding eyes and began to join her voice with his own. Her haunting melody mixing with his smooth lullaby like melody.
"We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand. Oooo. We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is a labor I'll slave till the end, I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand." They sang repeating the chorus once more not noticing how the rain began to let up or how Sakura's hands were holding his rough used ones.
Yamato looked down and smiled at the green eyed child in his lap as she rested her head against his toned chest in a sleepy manner.
"And I'll Swing life away." He whispered softly in his lulling voice bending down to reach her ear before her conscious completely drifted to the land of sleep and dreams.
The were comfortably numb in the own little bit of bliss on a simple swing set. Who would have known that such a simple thing could have such an impact on the lives of two people.
Chapter two soon to come! NOT A ONESHOT!!!
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