Time [Drabble, Naruto]

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Title: Time
Fandom: Naruto
Characters/Pairings: Haruno Sakura
Rating: PG -- K+
Status: Drabble
Word Count: 430
Summary: She is in no hurry to see if things will stay the same or not.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. I do, however, own this story.
Notes: This was written during October for naruto_ldws, meaning that it is old (and quite possibly utter shit, now that I look at it after all these months B|). I am just posting this here because one of my friends asked me to. XD

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A girl no older than 6 smiles to herself in the mirror as she attempts to tie a small, red ribbon around her pink hair. She could barely see herself in the mirror as she stood on the tip of her toes, fumbling with the ribbon as she made a small, lopsided knot. Her green eyes were bright and filled to the brim with joy as she finally, finally tied her own knot without her mommy or Ino there to help her.

“Sakura, dinner’s ready! We’re waiting for you!”

She takes a step away from the mirror, giggling to herself as she takes one last look at her work, and runs out of her room, practically beaming with joy as she runs down the stairs to show her mommy and daddy her handiwork.

“Oh Sakura, you did that all by yourself?!”

And, as far as she’s concerned, things would always remain the same.

Six years later, the same girl, now aged twelve, stares at herself in the mirror; her hand reaches for the same ribbon but she catches herself, quickly going for the blue Konohagakure headband, a sign that she had succeeded; a sign that she’s a kunoichi.

“Sakura, you’re going to be late for your mission! They’re waiting for you!”

She purses her lips, glaring at the door from the corner of her eyes as she ties the dark blue headband around her hair, the other ribbon (it was a thing of the past now, she would not associate herself with it any longer) laying in the corner of her vanity as she runs out of her room, too much in a hurry to even say goodbye to her parents.

“…Good luck, dear!”

And, as far as she’s concerned, she was tired of things being the same as before and it was time for a little change, a little respect.

Three years later, the same girl, now fifteen, looks at herself in the mirror, straightening out her clothes and making sure all her equipment is in order. She ties her red headband (having long since replaced the new, unfamiliar blue ribbon with something much more comforting, something from the past) around her hair and makes sure everything is in order.
“Sakura! Hokage-sama is waiting for you!”

She sighs, brushing a stray strand of pink hair out of her face, and steps away from the mirror, walking out of her room and saying goodbye to her parents.

“Work hard, Sakura!”

And, as far as she’s concerned, she is in no hurry to see whether things would stay the same or not.