Takeru (Kamigami No Asobi)X Sakura

He'd first seen the young pinkette on an early morning, the sun just coming up as she sat in the cold sand, soft sobs coming from her small form.

He'd cringed slightly and turned to walk away, not wanting to deal with anything like that, but had to stop when she lifted her head, her deep jade orbs meeting his cinnamon.

He'd never seen eyes that expressive before, he'd needed to make sure she wasn't a lost god looking for a way home.

It had happened before, so it wasn't that hard to imagine, besides, what human had pink hair?

But he was wrong, the close he got to the shocked and trembling girl, the more he realized that, yes, she was human.

Yes, she was scared of him.

But she just looked so…sad.

Like she just wanted it all to be over.

So he'd stood before her, intimidating as usual, and told her to suck it up.

She'd just started crying harder.

And he may have freaked out a little.

But after a few minutes of awkward silence, he'd sat down in front of her and just sighed.

Nothing he ever did helped anyone.

He didn't even realize his eyes had started watering until he felt a small handkerchief being pushed into his hand, those wide green eyes gazing at him with understanding someone that young shouldn't have had.

He'd taken it from her silently, a scowl on his face, and grumbled a thank you to her, his eye twitching as she just kept looking at him with those eyes.

"I-I'm Sakura, what's your name?"

They…may have become friendly during her time in wave, stumbling upon each other each morning and just sitting in silence after a few minutes of awkward tension.

His blue-green hair stood out next to her pink, both of them being the only specs of colour on the vast beach. Sometimes they'd talk, sometimes, they'd just sit in silence.

But one thing that never changed were her eyes.

Those Deep green orbs that looked into his very soul and told him that she understood.

That she wasn't scared.

That she cared.

It was stupid to think that after only knowing her for a few days, but he just couldn't shake the feeling.

And before he knew it, Takeru had become attached to the little pinkette.

He liked it when she looked at him and smiled.

So it was only natural that when he felt her terror, heard her cry of anguish, that he'd intervene and try to help her.

The storm that had broken out over mist during team 7's battle with Zabuza hadn't been chance.

No, it was a god's barely concealed fury, ever crash of thunder and every high wave echoing his cry of rage.

No one hurt his friend.

No one.

He'd kept an eye on her after she left, catching a glimpse of her here and there as she wandered the dry streets of Konoha, her eyes widening and a smile breaking out on her face every time she laid eyes on him.

He'd watched as she did trivial missions with her joke of a teammate and the stuck up little brat.

Those two…Takeru didn't like them at all.

More than once, he'd had to step in and save the pinkette from their foolish rivalry.

She starts getting washed down a river, he'd stop the current and guide her out.

The blond set's off a mine field, he'd bring her out of harm's way and keep her there.

The dark haired boy would ignore her ask for help while lifting something, he'd go help her so she didn't injure herself.

Yes, he hated them.

And He'd never hated them more than during the chunin exams, when they'd both been knocked out and left the pinkette to fend for herself.

She'd told him beforehand not to interfere, told him that it was a test she needed to do on her own.

But that didn't stop him from…discouraging some of the more powerful nin from heading in her direction.

He helped her, guided her, and kept her as safe as he could, but it wasn't always enough.

He may have been a god, but even god's can fail at some things.

So whenever he saw her disheartened expression, saw her get injured or cry out in anger, he'd do the same.

Thunder would rumble in the sky whenever she let out a sob.

The rivers would churn and become as violent as he was whenever she got injured.

And when she was angry, the sun wouldn't be seen until she smiled again.

But the worst time for the entire shinobi nations, was when Sasuke left, shortly followed by Naruto.

They'd left her.

For different reason, sure, but she was still so depressed and sad.

And he'd never forgive them for that.

He'd torment their every waking moment, he'd bring them to their knees and make them pay for this.

Yes, Takeru would get revenge for her sorrow.

And he wouldn't stop until they came back and made her smile again.

Because he loved her smiles, her deep green eyes that looked into his very soul and understood him.

She understood that he had a temper, that he could be a little irrational sometimes, and that he liked to spend time on the beach in silence.

She knew about his love for collecting seashells, his hatred for mushrooms and how he gets teary eyes at the littlest things.

But she accepted him, despite every bad aspect he showed her.

And he loved her for it.