Hey people! I'm back with another story... though im still stuck with Madness... but anyway, this story is pretty angsty. So if you have a rather delicate heart, like my sis, please....*I dunno what to say* Anyway, this story is for all my faithful readers, especially I'm Uchiha, and please enjoy! Constructive critisim and flames are gladly accepted, and for all fans of the tee-man, I'm deeply sorry if you feel insulted, but the dirty blonde doesn't have to be the tee-man, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto. This story is purely fictional, and any similarity between any other story is purely coincidental.

There she goes again. Flirting her dirty blonde hair trying to get his attention while puckering her red painted lips.

"Disgusting!" I mumbled as I spat on the ground.

She eyed me, contemplating. Grinning, she latched her dirty arm onto his and took pleasure in my misery and anger.

Fuming, I took three strides forward, but stopped at the fourth. No, calm down. I can't. I mustn't.

I stepped back, and at that instant, the whole world turned dark. There was only me, and that dirty blonde tramp. Cerulean met brown, and the flood of sound came rushing back as she dragged that pineapple head away from me, an air of triumph surrounding her.

Tears slowly welled up in my eyes, each drop, reminding me of the loneliness in my heart. My heart clenched and my grip on the mission scroll tightened, my veins practically bursting.

There she is again, leaning in towards his face. I looked away, watching the cherry blossoms flow gently, the breeze blowing my hair onto my face.

*Flash back*

It was spring again.

That silly pineapple head just returned from his mission and I couldn't wait to see him. There he was! He was standing under that fully bloomed cherry blossom tree, a grin plastered onto his face.

"Hey." He said, raising his right hand lazily.

I rushed over and gave him a big warm hug. "I missed you." I said as I silently sobbed on his shoulder.

"Don't cry...troublesome woman..." He said gently as he put his fingers through my hair, combing through the platinum blonde strands, hugging me tightly.

"You will always be my best friend right? Excluding Choji of course."

My heart ached. Best friend? So to him, I was only his best friend? I should be contented with that then. It's not every day you hear Shikamaru claiming that one of his best friends is a troublesome woman after all.

Maybe his feelings for me will change a few years later... Just maybe...

*End Flash back*

I couldn't resist it anymore. I ran towards him, and time seemed to stop for me.

OWARI

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