The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: Every night he would go by that bench and wait to see if she would come.

He sat there on the tree branch, looking at that bench. The bench that brought her pain, misery, depression and sadness. But most importantly, it was the bench that broke both of their hearts into tiny little pieces. He regretted leaving, but he had too because if he didn't his brother, Itachi, would've probably come and to make matters worse, Orochimaru was after Sasuke. Because everything Sasuke did had a reason. He was cold to her because Itachi could've been watching and see the soft gestures he would have given her. He left so he could protect her. He knew that she was in safe hands when he left. There was Naruto, Kakashi, the Hokage, everyone. But Sasuke felt a twinge of jealousy in his heart because he wanted to be the one she went to for comfort, protection, a friend, a shoulder to lean on, love. But there are some things in life that just weren't meant to be but he also knew that one day he would tell her that he loved her. He sat there waiting, looking intently at the bench, hoping that a certain rosette haired woman would show up. Sometimes she would come, but not alone. She would always be with one of her friends or with Naruto or Kakashi.

A movement was made but not by Sasuke, a pink haired girl could be seen trotting along the path towards the bench. The dark skies made her green eyes brighten even more. She plopped herself on the stone-cold, lonely bench as if it were her own. Technically it was. She had her claim on it the night he left. He watched her every movement. He got mesmerized by her hair, eyes, and those plump lips but then a frown was placed on his features. Tears were cascading down her face. "Sasuke," she murmured. He also missed the sound of her voice, the way she said his name like if it were her own. She started to shake with each sob. He couldn't take it any longer, her tears were paining him. He jumped down in front of her. She looked up and saw a muscular chest, she looked up some more and saw the person she fell in love with. "Sasuke-kun," she said.

"Shh," was all that came from the man before her as he wiped away her tears. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, their faces inching closer and closer. Soon their lips were centimetres apart but then Sasuke closed the gap. They kissed sweet and slow. "I love you," he murmured against her lips. Her eyes opened wide but then reduced to its normal size. "I love you, too," she said, pulling both of them into a deeper kiss. They both stopped to come up for air. "I have to go," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "I was afraid you were going to say that," she said while laughing half heartedly almost sadistically. "I'm sorry but I'll promise you something if you do the same," he said drowning in her emerald orbs. "Anything," she said sounding a bit desperate. "I'll come back if you wait for me," he said. She smiled. "I always will." They kissed again. He smiled at her then disappeared. A smile was still planted on Sakura's lips. She walked home knowing that he was coming back.

Because even the lost come back home.

Author's Note: Please tell me if there are any grammatical errors.