[There's a part of that mentality that Naruto might not ever have the same way. Without parents to follow around, to watch as he grew, his ideas about the passage of time and the connections between others have come from different angles. It was Shikamaru explaining that it was time for them to be teachers now. It was understanding that Jiraiya was trusting him with his dream for the shinobi world. It was his mother telling him about what it was like to have a family after being a jinchuuriki- about having a home, about being a vessel filled with love.
Sakura-chan rests her head on his shoulder and Naruto's cheek settles against the pale pink of her hair. Hearing the words he can't help wondering.
How many times has she said something like this in her lifetime? How many nights has she been looking out at the sky and longing for someone that wasn't there? How many times has she said those words?]
I'm sorry, Sakura-chan. [This close, their chests rise and fall in unison, a synchronization of their breathing. He should have done this so long ago. As often as he'd chased after Sasuke, he should have made sure to be here too.]
All this time I hadn't realized. You've been lonely too.
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Sakura-chan rests her head on his shoulder and Naruto's cheek settles against the pale pink of her hair. Hearing the words he can't help wondering.
How many times has she said something like this in her lifetime? How many nights has she been looking out at the sky and longing for someone that wasn't there? How many times has she said those words?]
I'm sorry, Sakura-chan. [This close, their chests rise and fall in unison, a synchronization of their breathing. He should have done this so long ago. As often as he'd chased after Sasuke, he should have made sure to be here too.]
All this time I hadn't realized. You've been lonely too.