Well...This is exactly like the title suggests. A NaruSaku fanfic on crack...eheh...

WARNING! If you aren't up to date on the manga, DO NOT READ! This contains spoilers...and it's kind of necessary to understand what's happening...

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Sasuke would be dead...

Sakura's POV

I threw myself down in the only chair in Tsunade's office. My breathing was heavy from running around Konohagakure to spread the good news. The Hokage had woken up from her coma and was now feasting like Tonton. Watching her began to stir hunger pains of my own, but before I ate I had to tell her about my troubles with Naruto. She seemed to treat him like a son, always looking out for him and gathering the lastest gossip involving him. It made me smile to know she cared that much about him, and yet I felt sad at the same time. Sadness that had been around since Shikamaru had made me realize just how much I was hurting Naruto...but Tsunade was speaking now so I clamped down on those thoughts.

"So you're saying he's decided he can be the only one to fight Sasuke? And that they'll both die?" She tore off another chunk of the chicken she was holding and chewed noisily as I answered.

"Yes. But can he really do it Tsunade? I mean...he must still care about Sasuke and...Sasuke has those sharingan...and whatever else." I bit back tears at my latest memory of Sasuke. He had been in the process of being sucked into Tobi's mask...

"Don't worry about Naruto. Just have faith in him and he won't let you down." Tsunade smiled reassuringly at me and waved her hand in dismissal. Almost sprinting, I vacated the office before she could spot the tears in my eyes. Something inside of me had broken, or maybe it had always been broken. I needed to scream, I needed to whimper, I needed to stand in rain and let myself be washed.

Blinded by my tears that had come out after all, I didn't even notice Naruto sitting at Ichiraku with two other men. I was just running, running, trying to escape myself but it was impossible. I caught up just as I reached the gate and before the sentries knew what had happened, I was out in the forest. Speed had never been my strong point, but I felt pretty damn fast with my pink hair flying back from my face in the rush. Of course even with this sudden grief powering me, my stamina had to run out eventually. I halted by the next tree I saw and stumbled to the ground, crouched over as if having stomach cramps. Which upon further reflection, I realized I did have. My emotional pain was so great it had come out in cramps...I laughed a bit hysterically and settled my back against the trunk, tucked my knees under my chin and began to sort through the confusion.

I loved Naruto. I don't know how long I have, or why I do...but it's the truth. Sure, I care about Sasuke still...Naruto's just so much better though. He's always been there for me, always supported me and understood me better than I understood myself. Somehow my fondness for him had turned into full-fledged love and with that in mind I almost got up to find him. His words came back to me then, "I hate people who lie to themselves." Was I lying to myself? I didn't know anymore, but when I had seen Sasuke...it wasn't like it used to be. I didn't blush, I didn't start sweating. I had just felt scared and concerned for how far away he seemed. However, I didn't feel self-conscious around Naruto either. Perhaps I had matured my love into something that was wholly devoted to the object of it? Or maybe I was a liar. I moved on to another topic, maybe I could find answers in my hate for myself.

Yes I hated myself. It just hit me. I was weak, pathetic and always relying on others. And of course I had ignored Naruto's feelings for me for the longest time. Well, maybe ignored isn't the right word, more like brushed them aside in my rush to get to Sasuke. How could I have been so blind to that bastard's cold-heartedness? I shook my head. Going in circles wasn't helping so I concentrated again on my hate. Most of it seemed to be the product of my weakness which could be fixed with time, but what about hating myself for hurting others? Maybe I would forgive myself if I fixed the pain I had caused? I pondered that a bit...but my thoughts just zoomed back to Naruto. And my confession.

I hadn't meant every word of it then. Perhaps a couple, but most of it had been just spur of the moment try-to-convince-him-to-give-up crap. However, the more I considered it the more I realized every word had been true. At least, it was true and heart felt now. I felt old all of a sudden. So old...I didn't want these heavy thoughts but hey, pain is part of being a ninja. Right?

Rain began to fall as I sat under that tree. No one came to disturb me and I was left alone in the whirling chaos of my mind. Every time I made a decision, I would move on and eventually come back and change my mind about that decision. I began to wish I hadn't squashed my inner me, no doubt her fire would be useful to burn a path through this mess. Finally, I began to list off things that were set in my mind.

1 I love Uzumaki Naruto

2 I'm a girl with problems and self-hatred

3 Most of my negativity is self-inflicted

4 I wanted desperately to change

There. Four little facts. Too many or too few I couldn't tell but there were more little ones I could think of. Naruto's favorite food is ramen. Naruto's hair is blond and soft, almost how I imagined an angel's wing would feel. Soft and nice to touch, not that I had ever run my hands through it for pleasure. It had always been the barest brush, a brush that would make my skin rise in goosebumps and a slight blush cover my cheeks. His eyes were beautifully blue, it felt like you were looking into two clear pools of wisdom when he was being serious. Or, when he was smiling as he used to as a child, they were like two winking sapphires inviting you to join in their merriment. I loved those eyes...And those whisker marks on his cheeks. I suddenly grew hot as I imagined slowly tracing those whiskers with my tongue. Before I was pulled too far in those fantasies, I heard a branch snap behind me.

Instantly I was standing with a kunai in my wet hands. The rain had soaked me completely and my loose clothing clung to my body with the moisture. I couldn't see anyone, but my vision was impaired by the drops that were steadily falling from above. Then I saw what had cracked the branch and let myself relax. It was a fox and immediately I thought of Naruto. Again. He seemed to be plaguing my thoughts ever since he returned from his 3 years of training with Jiraiya, but today was worse than usual. I settled back down to my former position and began to think again. Naruto had rejected my confession because he thought I had been lying then, but now those words I had uttered weren't lies. The question was, would he believe me this time? Could I show him my love, could I dedicate myself to him and his well-being?...Yes I could. I could love him until I died and even then I would love him.

Determination suddenly flared in me and again I felt a strong urge to do something. I wasn't sure what, but I just wished...for Naruto. I wanted to know him, everything about him, all his thoughts and fears and secret ambitions. I wanted to play this game called love with him until my end. I wanted to feel the consequence of my love, either good or bad and I wanted to be reborn into a better person with no bad memories following me. The fox that I had seen almost an hour earlier reappeared and I knew what to do then. There was no turning back now, I was deadset on this new path of mine. It was like a ray of pure hope had cleared out my mind, burned away all my confusion and left this thought illuminated in my head. I need to be with him, now.

When I reached Konohagakure, I was limping. I had sprinted too much today, first to tell everyone the good news and then my hurried flight from here. On top of that I hadn't quite gotten rid of my blisters from rushing to see Naruto the other day. And here I was again, breathing heavily and treading slowly along the worn path back to my home. I suppose it is true when they say home is where the heart is; my heart was with Naruto and wherever he is will be my home. A smile dances across my face as I think back to the state of his apartment. My one visit there had scarred me for life. It was dreadfully messy and only Naruto could live there. As I limp past the sentries I had surprised earlier, I strengthen my smile and tell them confidently,

"Just felt like going for a run in the forest. Sorry if I worried you." They grin back at me and I walk by with no trouble. Almost everyone in Konohagakure knows me because I've cured the majority of them. I hadn't wasted those years Naruto had been gone training. And there he was again, popping into my head. My smile widens into a genuine grin and I begin to giggle a bit nervously. All I had figured out was I wanted to be with Naruto but I had no idea what would happen.

I pursue various scenarios until I arrive at his apartment door. My fist raises to knock, but then it's lowered by a sudden onslaught of fears. Could I deal with rejection again, especially now that I'll mean it when I say I love him? NO! It's not about me anymore, and before those nagging thoughts can return, my loud knocks are resounding through the air. I wait for a bit and when the door remains obstinately closed, I raise my hand to knock again. His lack of answer has ignited my anger and that easily overcomes any doubts. Right before my fist makes contact, the door swings open and I find myself staring into those pools of tranquility. Pools that immediately transform into sapphires when he recognizes my pink, wet hair. He's dressed in a tank top and some sweats, and I enjoy viewing him without his orange jumpsuit on before gathering my courage. I swallow nervously and ask,

"C-can I come in?" Dammit I stuttered. Maybe I could pass it off as shivers...distracted by my self-conscious thoughts, I almost step forward. But he hasn't invited me in yet so I'm left staring at those sapphires that are reverting back to pools.

"Why are you here Sakura-chan?" There's barely disguised pain in his voice and I can practically see him remembering my confession.

"Naruto...let me in, geez! I'm freezing out here, can't I take a shower and borrow a shirt until my clothes dry?" I'm confused again, but it's too late to back out now. Especially now that I've been so assertive; it's his house, I shouldn't be bossing him around. But he steps aside and lets me in, eyes growing ever sadder as they watch me. I have to fix this, now.

"Where's your closet? Do you have any clean shirts and towels? Wow Naruto, this place is a mess." I start rummaging about, pulling out about a dozen porn magazines and finally unearthing an extra large shirt that'd be able to cover me and was decently clean. He's just following me around, staring with those sorrowful eyes, reminding me of the damage I've caused. I lift my hand to remove my wet clothes eyeing him discreetly. His eyes bug out and then he blushes and I chuckle lightly to myself, happy I can at least captivate him with my body. Quick enough, I've shed everything besides my undergarments and I'm shivering for real, walking around looking for his bathroom. When I find it and glance inside, I'm completely disgusted and yet a little charmed at how consistent he is.

I don't feel like taking a shower amidst all those questionable liquids, so I pad quietly back his bedroom to spy on him. He's curled up on the floor, shaking with either laughter or sobs, but judging by his eyes earlier I'd say it's the latter. My sadness swells with his, engulfing me in it's firm embrace. I don't want it however, and I'm not going to run off and feel bad for myself again so I slip inside the room.

"Naruto, you blockhead. How can you expect me to take a shower in a bathroom like that?" I keep my voice light and teasing, crouching by his huddled form and poking him. He doesn't respond after a minute so I try to engage him again.

"You know...I'm freezing and since a hot shower is out of the question..." I let myself trail off and pass my meaning to him as my finger begins to sketch designs on his back. He shudders under my touch and heaves himself into a sitting position, staring at his knees with a furious blush suffusing his face. Grinning, I continue my ministrations, moving my hand lower and lower until my finger can slip under his tank top. He flinches back at the touch and his eyes meet mine. I read confusion, fear, pain and desire in those eyes. The desire wins out for a second, and I watch them flicker down to my curves that are almost bared before him.

His hand is trembling as it reaches to stroke my face and I close my eyes at the touch. This is what I want, but I know it's not time yet. I can't do this to him without having him know just how devoted I am. My mouth opens with my eyes and I whisper his name, savoring the sweet feeling of it rolling off my tongue. Of course, once started I can't shut up, and I soon find myself blabbering without being aware of what I'm saying. The hand that was previously caressing my cheek moves to cover my mouth, and when that fails to quiet me he leans in for a kiss. This is all happening so fast, my mind's in more chaos than ever before but my instincts are screaming at me that this is right, this is what I want. And it is.

BWAHAHA! That's right all ya perverts out there, I'm not including a lemon in this chapter. Honestly I don't know if I ever will, because I've never written one before but...maybe if enough people request one in REVIEWS I'll try. Yeah that was real subtle, wasn't it? Anyway, I have NO idea what the hell this is. I wanted to write a songfic (Is that right?) and well this was to first song that came on with shuffle. I Wish by Infected Mushroom. Yes this will continue, somehow, someway, sometime...anyone else notice that the chapter that Sakura confesses in is 469? Heehee...Okay stop reading now and review!!!