Author's Note: Yes, another story came in my mind and I decided to write it instead of the other chapters I could have written for the stories I already have. Surprise, surprise xD Ah well, this is just going to be short - about 5 chapters at most, I think.
If you've read my other stories, you'll see that I love to torture Sasuke – in the emotional and psychological kind of way of course. I'm not much of a sadist…riigghhtt. -smiles-
Kay, I'm babbling. Hope you enjoy reading this :)
The Pinky and the Chicken
Huff.
Where is he? She thought, her eyes roaming the training area. Her eyes narrowed, smirking when she found a slight trace of a chakra signature hidden behind a bush. She gripped a kunai inside her pouch and moved stealthily closer.
Meanwhile, the figure hidden alerted his senses, deciphering where she could be. No…he didn't need to use the Sharingan. He was still in the upper hand even if he didn't use it – or so he thought.
He instantly jumped out when he noticed the kunai headed straight towards him, with a small explosive tag wrapped around its handle. He landed gracefully in the clearing, only to be met with a kunai up his throat.
Sakura looked up at him, smirking. "Got you." She said. Her eyebrows furrowed when he only smirked back. He disappeared in a puff of smoke. Damn. Kage Buunshin. Her mind cursed, sighing when she felt a cold metal touching her neck instead.
"Hn." A voice said from behind. She grit her teeth, and in a swift movement, she punched the ground – with minimal force, mind you – and watched it break, causing the Uchiha to curse and jump away from her.
In a matter of seconds, the dust cleared and they looked at each other as they stood a good 50 meters away, her 'creation' between them. Just when they were about to charge at each other again, a voice interrupted.
"That's enough."
Sakura sighed, ceasing her steps, while the other simply put his hands back inside his pockets. "What now, Kakashi-sensei?!" A very loud voice was heard.
The three winced. Even after all those years, Naruto still remained to be the loudest, most obnoxious blonde in Konoha – a title he shared most probably with Ino. "Lunch." Kakashi stated, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Sakura rolled her eyes while Naruto approached them. "I bet he's just going to read those disgusting books." She stated, glancing at where the masked man used to be.
"Sakura-chan! Teme! Want to eat Ramen?!" He exclaimed with a large toothy grin. Sakura smiled. "Well, it has been a while since I've eaten Ramen, so why not?" She replied. She and Naruto both turned to Sasuke, who had a stoic face like always.
"Are going too, Sasuke?" She asked. No longer did she call him with the suffix. She dropped that long ago after he returned from killing both Orochimaru and Itachi. "Hn." The boy replied, walking to the direction of the Ramen stand.
In a few minutes, Naruto was running ahead, while Sakura walked alongside the raven-haired Uchiha. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes.
The silence was awkward and unnerving…for her at least. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't mind it, after all, it looked nothing occupied his darn arrogant head. "Umm…nice match." She started, wanting to end the silence between them.
"Hn. It was boring."
Halt. She stopped walking and he followed suit, looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Still, being the silent, conserved Uchiha that he was, he decided not to say anything.
Seconds turned to minutes. He sighed, running a hand through his raven locks. He didn't have time for this. He just wanted to eat lunch then train.
It became a habit, somewhat a daily routine, except when they had missions - even if he made sure his pathetic excuse of a brother was already somewhere six feet under.
"Oi, hurry up will you?" He said monotonously as he prepared to walk ahead, with or without her. Though, his mind asked why he even wasted a few minutes of his life waiting for her in the first place.
"Say that again." Her voice was dark and held a malicious tone in it. His eyebrow rose. What's up with her? He asked himself. When he said nothing, her head rose up and he came face to face with her fierce emerald eyes and her mouth was set to a thin grim line.
He was taken aback to say the least – although he didn't show it of course. Pride was enough to take care of that. His cold exterior was still intact, like it always was.
"Don't underestimate me Uchiha." She stated, her voice still dark. Oh so he was Uchiha, now? First she dropped the suffix, now she called him with his last name? Heh, not like I care. He berated himself.
Then why did his mind say otherwise?
"I was merely stating a fact." Right, being the cold hearted avenger he was for so long, he was sure to have made 'being a bastard' a habit. It wasn't helping. Rather, it made the situation worse.
He was sure the gods hated him.
"I hate you!" She screamed in his face. It only took him a few seconds to regain his composure, being the expert that he was. Plus he was an Uchiha – who was great at everything. At least, that's what he told himself.
He only smirked, putting his hands inside his pockets. And let's not forget his habit of criticizing very…bluntly. "After your training with the Hokage, you're still as weak as ever, Sakura."
That did it.
She glared at him with all the hate she could muster – which could fill in the whole village, mind you. The smirk on his face only made her want to smack it off – literally.
SLAP!
"Shut up, you arrogant, conceited, good for nothing bastard!"
Inhale. Exhale.
That felt good. She told herself, smiling inwardly. She looked at his face…and if that wasn't enough to make her feel so much better, she didn't know what ever will.
His facial expression was priceless. It was totally and definitely a Kodak moment, as others would call it. His mouth was slightly open, as if he was waiting for cobwebs to form.
It would be funny if a mosquito somehow flew inside. She thought maliciously, but pushed the thought aside, thinking that he had suffered quite enough. Almost.
She could see his eyebrows twitching, his eyes slightly widened to some extent. And let's not forget that big pink handprint he would have to sport in the coming hours. No, scratch that out – he was going to have it for days.
His eyebrows furrowed when she simply smiled at him like nothing had happened. "Anyway, I decided I'm going to eat at home instead. Say sorry to Naruto for me." She said; walking away…again, like not a damn thing had happened.
That's it!
He HATED her. Yes, note the bold, capitalized letters. She screamed so loud he was sure he would be deaf, glared at him, making it feel like a thousand fire-coated kunais was thrown his way, and as if that wasn't enough, she slapped him in the face with that superhuman strength…
Okay, maybe it was his fault, and he deserved some little punishment – but goddammit her slap hurt like hell. So yes, he almost felt guilty for – in a way, calling her weak…but of course he would never admit it. Never.
He will never apologize to anyone. Much less her! He never did that before, why start now? Besides, she was the one who hit him. She was the one who was supposed to apologize to him instead. Yeah, that settled it. Then why did he still feel that tug on his chest?
Annoying.
That was what she was. Her loud voice, her new attitude, her curvy body that made him look more intently – ehem ehem… - her innocent emerald eyes that he could drown in, her luscious pink lips that he would like to kis-
Shut up!
Back to the point – she was annoying. In fact, he was sure she took annoying to a whole new level. No, wait – she was the definition of annoying. No matter how cute she was…
Damn it.
He strode closer to the Ichiraku stand, taking bigger strides than usual, although he didn't notice. Other things occupied his mind – and he would never admit what it was about. Well, rather…who.
Before he even reached the Ramen stand, his mind already hurt like hell. He wondered how this small thing was more complicated than jutsus he had to study. Damn, the questions he faced during the Chuunin exams were much less stressful than this.
Then, he stopped – thinking why the hell he was thinking about this in the first place. She was weird. Definitely not normal – he was sure of it. Then again, that meant being normal was weird for her.
Why was this so damn complicated?
Then he came up with a conclusion…
He'd never understand girls…much less weird pink-haired girls.
Yep, that would satisfy his new over-curious mind. He was a twenty-one year old male after all. Like it or not – even if he acted so much like an emo, showing no feelings whatsoever for the most part of his damn fucked-up life – he had hormones.
No matter how indifferent to them he seemed to be…he still had them. It was only a matter of time until they make their presence to Sasuke known. Too bad for him, it would be soon. And what else?
Haruno Sakura was the perfect bait.
Author's Note: Continue or not? This is definitely a different writing style than the other stories I've written. Surprisingly, I was able to write this all out – 1500 words and whatnot – in 2 hours. That's quite a record…for me anyways -.- It is sometimes difficult to think up what to write, you know? xD Also, sorry if Sasuke seemed way too OOC. But…his hormones had to come out sooner or later, right:P
I'm not really sure what to think about this story. It didn't go exactly the way I planned, but it's still quite okay in my opinion. The title was just supposed to be temporary while I was writing this…but it grew on me – even if it isn't that related with the story. Ah well, sue me. I like it anyway, so I don't think I'll change it. -shrugs- What do you guys think?
Reviews, suggestions, comments and constructive criticisms are appreciated :)
- Gabbeh
PS - A couple of people have asked me to read and review their stories for the past month. I've read and reviewed about 8 of them, although I know I wasn't able to read a few others yet. Just to make sure, please remind me again in your review. Sorry for the inconvenience, it's getting a little confusing which stories I've already finished reviewing xD