A/N: So I get all these random SasuSaku thoughts, but they're all very drabbleish and don't work for oneshots really. So here's what I came up with. Remember, these are not one story. They are independent drabbles. Review! (:
As she walks toward his prison cell, she asks herself, was it all for nothing?
"Good morning," she says quietly.
She slides the plate of food through the bars. Little does he know that she cooked it herself this morning.
"I talked to Shisou today," she continues. "She says that you've almost proven yourself."
The dark haired man says nothing. Instead, he picks up the piece of toast and begins to eat it.
"Why won't you talk to me?" she asks, desperation trickling into her voice. "I know you talk to Ibiki. Why the hell won't you talk to me?"
She smashes a fist into the wall in frustration. Despite not putting any chakra into it, she leaves behind a large hole.
"You can't even look at me!" she exclaims. "How can you do this to me, Sasuke?"
It's the first time she's allowed herself to say his name.
It tastes like freedom.
Then, the impossible happens.
"Because I don't want to stay here," he replies.
He's sitting near the front of the cell, so she leans down and puts a finger under his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
"Look at me and tell me that you don't love me," she tells him.
His dark eyes widen slightly, and he blinks.
"I don't," he begins.
"You don't what?" she prompts him.
"I don't think I can say that," he says slowly.
Hesitantly, she moves her lips toward his.
The moment they connect is all the time he needs to decide that he is going to stay.
"I love you," he tells her softly.
She starts walking away. Words would mean nothing at this point; he already knows how she feels.
Once she reaches the door, she fiddles with a pink strand of hair and turns to look at him one last time.
"Don't leave," she whispers.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment before nodding.
"I'm here, Sakura," he assures her.
It's the first time he's allowed himself to say her name.
It tastes like home.