Hey readers! I'll keep this brief, please bear with me. I'm a HUGE
SakuraXRyu fan, sooooo here's a fic of my own on it! Please be kind and
don't flame me! Anyways, please REVIEW and enjoy!
Thanks for inspiring me, Trutenor! You're the best!
Eternal Spring
The gentle winds of spring gusted around Tokyo on a bright, cheerful morning. Children were out and about with friends and parents, enjoying everyone's company. Spring break was a wonderful time for celebration for the Japanese citizens because it meant time to stay with friends and family.
While everyone was bustling with joy and happiness, a lone figure sat on a bench in the park, watching the smaller children play on the playground equipment. She had silent reflections of her childhood as the sheet of paper she was reading slipped out of her hands and blew away in the breeze. The young woman didn't even notice it missing as her dark eyes were filled with memories.
The young woman was Sakura Kasugano, an 18-year old girl who was just about to graduate high school. She was strikingly beautiful to some men, but was not interested in any of the ones who asked her out on dates or to other places. Her brown hair was cut short with long bangs that hung over her dark eyes. Sakura had a fair complexion that made her stand out from the other girls her age.
Despite her appearance, she was no gentle flower. She was actually a student of the ancient art of Shotokan. Almost everywhere she went, she wore a long, flowing white headband that reminded her of the man that she desired to be with most. Ryu.
Slowly, hot tears began to prick her eyes as she thought about the last time she saw him. She remembered that she was about to board a loaded bus, and one of the attendants, whose job it was to cram and push people into each cart, pushed her a little too hard, causing her to trip and fall onto a person. With her face burning in embarrassment, she began to apologize to the man only to find herself staring into the familiar face of Ryu Hoshi.
Sakura remembered stammering a greeting to him as she slowly removed herself from him and helped him to his feet. With only a brief "Hey", he pushed his way out of the cart to yell at the attendant who had pushed Sakura a little too roughly. That was the last time Sakura had seen him. It was only months ago, but it seemed like decades.
("Sakura. you shouldn't cry in public.") She told herself. ("Don't be stupid, now.")
It was too late. There was nothing that she could do to stop the tears from coming down her beautiful face. She couldn't help the fact that she was in love with him. Her friends called it a simple teenage crush, but Sakura felt that it was more than that. Much, much more. She had frequent daydreams about what life would be like with him, what his dojo looked like, and etcetera.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a tissue and dried her eyes, being careful not to smudge her carefully-applied eyeliner. Sakura sniffled and cursed herself for being so emotional. It wasn't like he died or anything, so why was she crying? The answers to those kinds of questions are so hard to find, although they are so simple.
The cherry blossom trees on either side of the bench swayed gently in the breeze, blowing loose pink petals onto Sakura's lap as she stared up at the sky. Just thinking about this made her depressed. The end of her skirt flared up against her thigh as she stood up, picking up her bag. It was about time she went home, and she was anxious to get away from this place. As the clouds moved slowly across the sky, Sakura began walking home slowly, ignoring the thoughts of Ryu that kept appearing in her mind. There was so much to love about him; he was so handsome, his eyes were dark, solemn and caring, and his voice was so soft and smooth.
("I've got to think about something else.") She thought as she felt the secret pain she felt inside began to make her stomach feel like a bottomless pit.
Sakura walked slowly along the crowded sidewalk, glancing in the windows of different shops. Window shopping was a little hobby that Sakura had picked up when Kei and she used to glance in department store windows on the way to and from school. Several people in a hurry brushed past her rudely, some even pushing her aside slightly to squeeze through the crowd.
As she stared in a window at a pair of black Converse sneakers, she felt a hand suddenly grab her arm and yank her aside.
"What the-!"
For the first time, she was able steal a look at the person who had grabbed her. It was a man, who appeared to be around 20 or so, a few years older than Sakura.
"Hey! Let go of me!!"
The man grabbed and pinned her against his torso by her neck with his forearm, and burst into the store she had been looking into. Everyone in the store turned to stare and scream at the man as he whipped a knife out of his pocket and held it to Sakura's torso.
"Money," He said to the nearest cashier, who was in the process of scanning a black jacket. The cashier scanned the jacket about five times in a row before eventually fainting. Sakura's attacker let out a low growl of frustration as he pressed the knife against Sakura's shirt. He turned to the next cashier, an elderly woman who was already loading money into a shopping bag.
"Please don't hurt that little girl!" She cried as she sobbed hysterically.
"If I don't get that bag in ten seconds I will!" growled the man as he snatched the bag from the old lady.
He glanced in the bag to get a quick count of his money and smiled evilly.
"How generous. I'll be leaving now."
The burglar glanced at the money, and then at Sakura.
"I don't know what looks better, you or the money." he whispered into Sakura's ear, a sadistic tone in his voice as he smirked in amusement.
"N-n-no!"
Sakura struggled under his grip, but remained still as he leisurely flipped his knife between his fingers.
"Time to go. party."
Without paying notice to the old lady's pleading, he bolted out the door with Sakura still in his grip, and tore through the crowd with ease. That is, until Sakura kicked him where it hurts. "OH SHIT!"
He stopped running as his knees buckled in pain and he fell to the ground. His hands released Sakura, who stumbled forward and grabbed onto the person in front of her for support.
The thief lay on the ground, writhing in pain as Sakura regained her balance.
"Sumi masen!" Sakura looked at the person she had run into and her mouth fell open. Those kind, caring brown eyes. That handsome face. This was.
"Hello, Sakura."
"Ryu!!"
"I see you have a friend here. I'll take care of him for you."
Ryu walked past Sakura as her heart fluttered in excitement. It was Ryu, and he had turned up at the right time.
Sakura watched as Ryu grabbed the guy who had attacked her by the collar and noticed the approaching police.
"Here's your boy," Said Ryu mildly as he handed the burglar over to the cops, who took him without a thank you or anything.
After the burglar was taken care of, Ryu and Sakura stepped out of the crowd and began walking their own path. A pleasant conversation formed between the two as they walked forward through the once more peaceful atmosphere. Sakura then realized that more than her flushed face was warm. She felt her hand warm and interlocked with Ryu's.
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AN: I hope everyone liked this! :D Please review and don't flame me and I'll love you forever! (lol)
Thanks for inspiring me, Trutenor! You're the best!
Eternal Spring
The gentle winds of spring gusted around Tokyo on a bright, cheerful morning. Children were out and about with friends and parents, enjoying everyone's company. Spring break was a wonderful time for celebration for the Japanese citizens because it meant time to stay with friends and family.
While everyone was bustling with joy and happiness, a lone figure sat on a bench in the park, watching the smaller children play on the playground equipment. She had silent reflections of her childhood as the sheet of paper she was reading slipped out of her hands and blew away in the breeze. The young woman didn't even notice it missing as her dark eyes were filled with memories.
The young woman was Sakura Kasugano, an 18-year old girl who was just about to graduate high school. She was strikingly beautiful to some men, but was not interested in any of the ones who asked her out on dates or to other places. Her brown hair was cut short with long bangs that hung over her dark eyes. Sakura had a fair complexion that made her stand out from the other girls her age.
Despite her appearance, she was no gentle flower. She was actually a student of the ancient art of Shotokan. Almost everywhere she went, she wore a long, flowing white headband that reminded her of the man that she desired to be with most. Ryu.
Slowly, hot tears began to prick her eyes as she thought about the last time she saw him. She remembered that she was about to board a loaded bus, and one of the attendants, whose job it was to cram and push people into each cart, pushed her a little too hard, causing her to trip and fall onto a person. With her face burning in embarrassment, she began to apologize to the man only to find herself staring into the familiar face of Ryu Hoshi.
Sakura remembered stammering a greeting to him as she slowly removed herself from him and helped him to his feet. With only a brief "Hey", he pushed his way out of the cart to yell at the attendant who had pushed Sakura a little too roughly. That was the last time Sakura had seen him. It was only months ago, but it seemed like decades.
("Sakura. you shouldn't cry in public.") She told herself. ("Don't be stupid, now.")
It was too late. There was nothing that she could do to stop the tears from coming down her beautiful face. She couldn't help the fact that she was in love with him. Her friends called it a simple teenage crush, but Sakura felt that it was more than that. Much, much more. She had frequent daydreams about what life would be like with him, what his dojo looked like, and etcetera.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a tissue and dried her eyes, being careful not to smudge her carefully-applied eyeliner. Sakura sniffled and cursed herself for being so emotional. It wasn't like he died or anything, so why was she crying? The answers to those kinds of questions are so hard to find, although they are so simple.
The cherry blossom trees on either side of the bench swayed gently in the breeze, blowing loose pink petals onto Sakura's lap as she stared up at the sky. Just thinking about this made her depressed. The end of her skirt flared up against her thigh as she stood up, picking up her bag. It was about time she went home, and she was anxious to get away from this place. As the clouds moved slowly across the sky, Sakura began walking home slowly, ignoring the thoughts of Ryu that kept appearing in her mind. There was so much to love about him; he was so handsome, his eyes were dark, solemn and caring, and his voice was so soft and smooth.
("I've got to think about something else.") She thought as she felt the secret pain she felt inside began to make her stomach feel like a bottomless pit.
Sakura walked slowly along the crowded sidewalk, glancing in the windows of different shops. Window shopping was a little hobby that Sakura had picked up when Kei and she used to glance in department store windows on the way to and from school. Several people in a hurry brushed past her rudely, some even pushing her aside slightly to squeeze through the crowd.
As she stared in a window at a pair of black Converse sneakers, she felt a hand suddenly grab her arm and yank her aside.
"What the-!"
For the first time, she was able steal a look at the person who had grabbed her. It was a man, who appeared to be around 20 or so, a few years older than Sakura.
"Hey! Let go of me!!"
The man grabbed and pinned her against his torso by her neck with his forearm, and burst into the store she had been looking into. Everyone in the store turned to stare and scream at the man as he whipped a knife out of his pocket and held it to Sakura's torso.
"Money," He said to the nearest cashier, who was in the process of scanning a black jacket. The cashier scanned the jacket about five times in a row before eventually fainting. Sakura's attacker let out a low growl of frustration as he pressed the knife against Sakura's shirt. He turned to the next cashier, an elderly woman who was already loading money into a shopping bag.
"Please don't hurt that little girl!" She cried as she sobbed hysterically.
"If I don't get that bag in ten seconds I will!" growled the man as he snatched the bag from the old lady.
He glanced in the bag to get a quick count of his money and smiled evilly.
"How generous. I'll be leaving now."
The burglar glanced at the money, and then at Sakura.
"I don't know what looks better, you or the money." he whispered into Sakura's ear, a sadistic tone in his voice as he smirked in amusement.
"N-n-no!"
Sakura struggled under his grip, but remained still as he leisurely flipped his knife between his fingers.
"Time to go. party."
Without paying notice to the old lady's pleading, he bolted out the door with Sakura still in his grip, and tore through the crowd with ease. That is, until Sakura kicked him where it hurts. "OH SHIT!"
He stopped running as his knees buckled in pain and he fell to the ground. His hands released Sakura, who stumbled forward and grabbed onto the person in front of her for support.
The thief lay on the ground, writhing in pain as Sakura regained her balance.
"Sumi masen!" Sakura looked at the person she had run into and her mouth fell open. Those kind, caring brown eyes. That handsome face. This was.
"Hello, Sakura."
"Ryu!!"
"I see you have a friend here. I'll take care of him for you."
Ryu walked past Sakura as her heart fluttered in excitement. It was Ryu, and he had turned up at the right time.
Sakura watched as Ryu grabbed the guy who had attacked her by the collar and noticed the approaching police.
"Here's your boy," Said Ryu mildly as he handed the burglar over to the cops, who took him without a thank you or anything.
After the burglar was taken care of, Ryu and Sakura stepped out of the crowd and began walking their own path. A pleasant conversation formed between the two as they walked forward through the once more peaceful atmosphere. Sakura then realized that more than her flushed face was warm. She felt her hand warm and interlocked with Ryu's.
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AN: I hope everyone liked this! :D Please review and don't flame me and I'll love you forever! (lol)