• All flowers wilt (Sakura Time-travel)

Story

~I've decided to use this story to post new stories I'm working on. ~I've been seeing a lot of 50_Shinobi Prompts. At first I didn't know what it was, but the one-shots I read were amazing, and I was like, "Ooo, that looks fun! I wanna do that." So here we are.

I'm not the best at this so please forgive me for any mistakes or if the character's personality is off. I didn't know if I was supposed to sign up for the challenge or what, but just in case I spent an hour on five different random word generators to make my own 50 Prompts. The one I'm using now I found on LiveJournal.

I try, and I re-read through it at least seven times before I published. Bear with me please, I don't have a Beta. I am open to constructive criticism

This is just an experiment. Review and tell me how I did please~

Title: Because I'm Here
Author/Artist: Shared-by-me
Pairing: GaaSaku
Theme: #5 - Your precious someone
Rating: T
Word count: 2648
Summary: Through all the times she wanted to give up, he was silently there, in one form or another.
Disclaimer: As you all know Misashi Kishimoto owns Naruto, not me and never me. I will forever thank him for coming up with such a great story.

BiH

Sakura wanted to give up. Just give up and cry.

Because that's all your good for.

She thought she had seen monsters, Zabuza and Orochimaru had seemed undefeatable, returning each time someone cut them down, but this one wasn't playing around. He didn't care to play with his prey like Orochimaru and Zabuza had, he was going in for the kill.

Sand slowly constricted around her, crawling up her legs and under her arms and with a final squeeze she felt two of her ribs groan and snap.

The pain was too much and the last thing she heard was Naruto screaming her name as she felt gravity pull her down.

Pathetic

BiH

Sakura woke to the sound of her heart monitor. She had woken the day before to a nurse removing her dead flowers. "Two weeks," they'd told her. "You've been under a medically induced coma for two weeks." God damn it, she felt so weak.

No matter how hard you try it will never be enough.

BiH

Sakura woke up in front of the village gates, that same feeling of helplessness hitting her harder than the fear of dying by Sasuke's hand at the hospital felt. That day on the roof made her more wary of her teammates and she felt she'd never trust them to watch her back as she used to.

So instead she did what she was good at she cried. Sakura took her sweet time to cry. Cry because once again, she failed, and it was with startling clarity that she realized she didn't want to be weak anymore. If she wanted to earn Sasuke's respect, she had to be able to pull her own weight. She needed to be able to defend herself against attacks and return the damage. She needed to be someone like Gaara.

You'll never be strong

Not exactly like Gaara, she doesn't want to be feared by the people she wants to protect and she really doesn't want a demon sealed inside her either, that sounds painful. Gaara was someone who could defend from any attack, well, almost any. The problem was, Sakura doesn't have the ability to control sand, but that doesn't mean she can't learn to dodge.

Sakura wiped her eyes and made her way to the Hokage's office, fire burning bright in her eyes.

We'll never be enough