The dribbles so far have been great!
peanutbutter126, I really liked the Bells one!
And AchikaMiyu, I really liked Angel
Anyway, here are mine.
The strawberry-blonde child giggled as Naruto twirled her around. “The Christmas tree is done!”
The child squinted at the angel. “Are angels real, Daddy?”
“Of course!”
“How come I've never seen one?”
“I've seen one.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. She had beautiful jade eyes, the softest hair, and whenever I'd feel lonely, she'd gently comb my hair and make me remember the happiest memories.”
“Like mommy!” She giggled excitedly.
Naruto gasped. “You're right! You think Mommy's an angel?”
A playful slap landed on Naruto, and Sakura turned away, hiding a faint blush.
Konoha's winter bells stopped ringing years ago. A desperate ghost, unable to pass on, cursed them. Until he saw true love, the bells would never ring. Still, Naruto came here every Christmas eve.
Naruto froze, detecting chakra. Suddenly, he was blindfolded and tied against the tree, unable to move. Slender, graceful fingers began to interweave with this.
He smiled, the sent of sakura blossom shampoo wafting towards him. Then, from an intoxicatingly close proximity, he felt her warm breath as she whispered, “One date. Just. One. Tomorrow. 7PM.”
And she was gone.
In the distance, he heard faint bells.
Naruto sighed, mentally preparing himself to knock on the door. He hated caroling. It was a tradition – all the orphanages did it as a fundraiser. But few doors that opened were friendly to him. Even fewer actually gave him money or food. To cut their losses, they sent Naruto by himself, making the situation even worse.
Taking a deep breath and hoping he'd memorized all the carols, he knocked on the door...
Kind green eyes and gorgeous pink locks greeted him excitedly. Smiling, she happily directed him inside. “You must be cold.”
“Not anymore,” he said softly.
Naruto quietly slipped away from the festivities. He didn't feel bad making his way home. After all, Christmas was a time for family. How could he ask them to include him in such a personal day? They did so much for him already. Perhaps he'd get a tree this year. Yes, and he'd decorate it with different flavored ramen!
He gasped when he saw the large, half-decorated tree currently occupying his living room.
“Orange ribbons?” She snorted at the thought. “He'd probably decorate this thing in ramen.” Luckily, he had her.
He wiped away a happy tear. 'Sakura-chan...'
Why did her husband insist on making his horrendous version of what was supposed to be eggnog every year? Nobody liked it – not even the grandchildren. Still, every year he'd insist.
Finally fed up, Sakura approached the man about it. “Naru, why do you insist on making that disaster of a recipe every year?”
His grayish blonde locks swayed as he faced his loving wife of forty years. “You remember when we first met?”
She smiled. “Of course. You were attempting to carol. I invited you inside because you were freezing.”
“And gave me eggnog.”
Edit: Edited to have all 5 drabbles in the same location for convenience.
Edited by MonkeysTotallyRock, 16 December 2011 - 09:59 PM.
