Flowers don't cry

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Eyes don't lie, whenever they are as open and as bright as those sky-blue gems that smiled so brightly.

She could confuse his brightness with the warm lights from the food stand, it was almost unreal. She could not remember such a real and bright smile aside from those Hashirama had for his brother and friend.

You could tell right away who a true friend for the tanned man was by just seeing that smile, she wondered if that was the same here.

The blonde had a spark that was not hidden away from this world.

Sakura had no idea how to respond. All she knew at the moment was hunger.

Her rumbling stomach had her mind narrowing on the delightful ingredients the shop owner was kind enough to explain, a little too much at times. – "This meat is found on the side of the cow, right here." – he pointed at his body, trying to give the pinket an idea of where the food comes from.

Not like she remembers seeing a cow in her life.

A nervous smile was all she could master as she dumbly mumbled her thanks over and over. In the end, she opted for whatever her... guard?... caretaker?... what was he supposed to be again?

Turning slightly, the man was comfortably sitting with both hands holding his nape in a restful position, sating at the sky and birds above while the blonde seemed to be chatting to himself at this point.

A glimpse of midnight orbs stared at her for a millisecond before turning away.

Those looked very familiar.

- "I'll have whatever he has." – she whispered to the chef's daughter as she wrote down the orders.

- "Anything else, hun?" – the dark-haired woman began to explain a drinks menu. After politely cutting her off, the pinket asked to water and sat down.

Too much excitement from strangers trying to be kind. The stand was filled with warmth and delightful smells that caused her mouth to water, the other patrons seemed to come by for their orders and sit down in a small eating area. It was all so...

Peaceful?

Is this the whole purpose of a place like this? She wondered.

Kids ran and giggled in the distance, parents talked and watched as the minutes ticked away before the sun would go down.

Sakura wondered what happened after they all left, would this place be cold and dark? Or would there be other activities to entertain yourself with?

A small pang of jealousy hit her.

Not a single memory of her having fun, running, and laughing. No friendly faces to remember fondly, no childhood stories to tell.

No bonds to share.

Kakashi had friends, it was obvious people knew him and would want to have a conversation over a meal.

She wanted that.

Her mind drifted to another world.

A world where she was just like them, the four would get together in this very stand to talk, hang out, do whatever their lives would offer.

Would she be a warrior just like them?

Had the been born in the same village and time as them, would she be someone they wanted to have around?

What kind of family would she have?

Her thoughts were interrupted as two bowls were placed in front of them, steam caressing her chin as she sniffed the air. A hum escaped her lips and she turned to those lazy charcoal eyes of his.