A ninja to remember

8.

A kiss?!

Sweat poured down my face as I kept on pulling the greenery. Dirt caked the underside of my nails, and grass covered my bare knees. My breath came in quick gasps, exercise wearing me out.
'Fecking D rank mission! Why can't the Bitch do it herself? Why get ninjas to do pointless weeding and waste money' I thought, ferociously pulling at the little green bastards, careful not to pull out the actually flowers.  

Naruto knelt beside me, in the same predicament. Except, he seemed to be pulling out both the flowers and the weeds.
'The woman won't be happy about that. It had been a week since the incident with cow man.

You would think that I, being the amazing ninja I am, fought with every fibre of my being on that bridge. Turns out I couldn't move from my spot in front of Tazuna, useless. I had frozen up in fear, exactly like Naruto with the ninja at the beginning of the mission. My mind turned to mush, my legs to jelly and I couldn't move. Sasuke had to pull me away and put me with Sakura.

I had thrown myself into all the missions we got when we returned, trying to become stronger. So we were collectively pulling weeds, tirelessly, robotically. The woman who had asked us (more like ordered) us to weed her garden came out to inspect our work. She practically shrieked at Naruto for pulling out all of her weeds and her flowers. Naruto giggled nervously, bracing himself for the worst.

We came away with a bump on Narutos head and our payments.
"Alright team. Meet up at the training ground at 9 tomorrow morning" Kakashi said. Sakura suddenly turned to Sasuke, babbling aimlessly. His onyx eyes suddenly met mine, widening and then turning to the floor.

I declined Narutos offer for ramen and walked to one of the training grounds. Facing a wooden pole, I clenched my fists. I trained for an hour, making my fists bloody. I kept thinking that it wasn't enough, I needed to get stronger. I finally stopped when a splinter got in my third finger. It was quite big, creating a throbbing sensation to run through my hand.

I sat on the grass, cradling my injured hand and breathed heavily. I stood again, and walked towards my apartment. The walk was long and boring. The lights in Narutos apartment were on, shadows dancing on the walls.

Reaching out my hand to unlock the door, the one next to me banged open to reveal Naruto in his pjs, his bed cap sliding down to his eyebrows, his cerulean eyes about to get lost in the fabric.
"Hey" I whispered, not wanting to raise my voice to expel energy I was desperate to hang on to.
"WHERE WERE YOU? What happened to your hand?" He asked. I flinched at the loudness of his voice.

Without letting me answer he pulled me inside, turning on his light and pulling out a first aid kit. He dabbed(urgh sorry) one of my cuts, cleaning them with alcholhol, not that kind though.

I winced and hissed, sherlock joining in with me. He finished and looked at me with his cerulean eyes.
"Sora, don't feel that you are useless, you aren't I hate seeing you like this. Please." He said, placing his hands on my knees.

When I didn't answer, I felt a pair of lips on mine in a sweet, short kiss. It wasn't too major but it cheered me up.
I nodded and smiled, proving him I was ok.

He let me go an I went back to my room, changing into my Targaryen blue t-shirt that reached my thighs and my blue and pink checkered pants and crawled into bed. I turned to the ceiling, my cheeks turning rosy as I thought about that kiss. I does though when I considered why Sasuke was looking at me, I considered the fact that he might like me, and I would have to chose one.

'Will I be strong enough to make that choice?'

Edited as of 1/1/2017^^