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Title: Peppermint.
Theme: 7. Black Ice
Summary: OKAY, YOU CAN ALL JUST GO TO HELL BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SUMMARIZE THIS - I REFUSE!
Pairing: NaruSaku - shutupshutupshutup.
Characters: Sakura, Naruto, the poor random passer-byer that had to witness this.
Notes: Your mom.
Disclaimer: ugh. go away.

Sakura remembered when she was once a child that it snowed before. And now it had snowed again. She remembered how beautiful the tree tops looked, how elegant the apartments and shops and how simply beautiful the Hokages looked with white hair. She remembered the older children tossing snow at each other and the young couples strolling together with hot cups of liquid in their hands. She still remembers the look her mother gave her when she asked what yellow snow was and why she couldn’t eat it.

The one thing that Sakura didn’t remember, however, was slipping on the ice and she had done it at least four times already. Here she was, an elite kunoichi of one of the most prosperous villages in the world and world renowned medic-nin, and she couldn’t keep her balance on ice. Of course, she thought the ice was beautiful when her face was being forcefully shoved into it due to her lack of awareness.

But black ice, oh, black ice, was the worst. It was crystal clear, completely hidden on the streets until someone fell over to their doom. Sakura obviously wasn’t paying attention because the moment her friend Ino shouted for her attention, Sakura looked up from her dazed state and abruptly slipped on a brutal patch of black ice. She shut her eyes, ready for impact that didn’t come. A pair of arms reached out to steady her.

“Woah there, Sakura-chan, watch yourself; someone could get hur – uh… u-um…”

The pinkette rolled her eyes. What could possibly have Naruto stuttering like an idiot? There she was, nose to nose with Naruto’s confused and blushing face, and all she could possibly think of was ‘why did it have to be Naruto?’ and ‘did I leave the flat iron on?’ or something important like that. Sakura was a very complex person. So complex that she couldn’t be bothered with Naruto’s simple mind. Still, even morons like Naruto managed to look decent. Even cute, she wanted to add, but she restrained herself.

“Naruto, what’s got you so-” she stopped and sniffed. Peppermint. Naruto’s mouth smelled like peppermint. “You don’t smell like ramen,” she mused, and suddenly, she wanted to know if he didn’t taste like ramen either.

Naruto began to back up as Sakura ventured closer. “Sakura-chan, what are you-” Naruto didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was too busy trying not to fall. And then the roles were reversed; now Naruto was the one falling over and Sakura was the one attempting to balance him. As soon as he was steadied, Sakura pushed on the tips of her toes, let go of whatever shyness she had left and gave Naruto the kiss he had been wanting for the past sixteen years of his life. “Oh,” he said as realization dawned on him, “that’s what you’re doing.”

Her coy smile was the only response he got before he leaned down to capture her lips for another round.

Perhaps black ice, Sakura decided, wasn’t so bad after all.