A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so forgive me. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Well, Sasuke's still a jerk, so that obviously means that I do not own Naruto. (Can someone give it to me as a birthday present?)


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"Can I hold your hand?"

"No, I'll hold yours."

"What's the difference?"

"If you hold my hand, and something happens, you might let go.
But if I hold your hand, no matter what happens..."

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Her Hand in Mine

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Cherry Blossoms do not look good on the ground.

May it be the petals that fell from the tall strong trees, or the little girl that has yet to bloom into the beautiful flower that she was named after.

"Get up."

It was merely a whisper, and he did not mean for it to come out as a harsh command.

The girl looked up at him, her eyes all red and puffy. It was then that he decided, tears do not look good on her. At all.

To get it over with, he offered her his hand. The young boy wiggled his fingers after a few seconds of her just looking at him disbelievingly.

"I don't have all day Sakura."

And as weird as it would seem, his hand did not let go of hers until they reached her home.

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"That was kinda mean."
"Hn."

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It had become sort of a like a habit to him.

Even before they were going out, he would hold her hand. Her skin was oh so soft, and as corny as it may sound, her hand fit perfectly in his. The teenage boy simply cannot get enough of this thing called holding hands.

"Sasuke-kun, that's a bit too tight."

And his grip would immediately loosen.

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They were sitting underneath their tree. ("It's not ours Sakura." "Yes it is!" "It doesn't have our name on it." "Oh. It's still ours though." "Hn.") She was dozing off soundly with her head on his shoulder. He did not dare sleep, fearing that when he wakes, he would find out that all of this was just a dream.

So he settles for something he thinks is even better than sleeping - holding her hand.

Oh, and smirking at the sight of their engagement ring on her dainty little finger.

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"Marry me."
"What?"
"I said, marry me."
"No cheesy proposal?"
"I carved it on the tree."
"You what? Let's see.. Oh my.. This tree belongs to.. Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha..."
"Hn. So you have to accept or else this tree won't be yours."
"Why you little.."
"Is that a yes?"
"Heck yeah."

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Her hand is warm, even under the gloves she wore with her immaculate white dress.

("Ne, Sasuke-kun! Do you think I can wear this dress again after the wedding?" "No." "Eeh? Why? It's so pretty!" "Sakura, it's a freakin' wedding dress!" "What's your point?")

But the smile on her face made him feel even warmer.

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Her hands are shockingly cold.

They had never been this cold.

She had never been this.. this weak.

Not even when she was painfully in labor.
("Your.. your grip's too tight Sakura!" "SHUT UP AND BEAR WITH IT LIKE A MAN! I'M GIVING BIRTH HERE!")

"Sasuke-kun?"

Her voice is weaker than before.

"Hn?"

And he realizes that his is as well.

"That's a little too tight."

But he does not loosen his hold. Not even for a second. For he fears that..

"I'm not going anywhere, you know."

..she's leaving him.

He snorts.

"But you are."

She shakes her head, causing her grey hair to whip around.

"I'll always be in your heart."

He tightens his grip. He knows that this may be the last time that her hand will keep his company.

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And a deafening beep told him that he's right.

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Or is he?

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'So this is what happiness feels like,' he mused, as his hand once again found hers.

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"If you hold my hand, and something happens, you might let go.
But if I hold your hand, no matter what happens..."

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("Welcome to heaven, Sasuke-kun!" "Hn.")

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"...I'll never let go."

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Owari

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