prompts: Band-aid; with pride
thoughts: I thought it would be fun to write some drabbles to keep sane in this atrocious weather. I feel my flesh burning every time I step outside.
Nah, I'm just screwing with you.
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random fact: I like NaruKarin. Like, A LOT. And who the fuck knows why? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Or Katy Perry's strangely addictive song. But you know that.
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Sakura woke up in a dark and unfamiliar room.
Naked.
And hungry.
And quite confused.
She quickly sat up, covered herself with the blanket, and massaged her temples when her head pounded. A muffled groan came from next to her on the bed, and only then did she notice the head of messy, black hair.
A lone, dark eye peeked through the mess of hair, and she stared at it, whispering a short and quiet, "Hey," because it hurt to speak loudly.
The eye only continued to stare at her blankly, occasionally blinking, the owner never making a move to get up.
"Who are you?"
Sakura blinked at the eye, after hearing its owner's deep voice. Although it wasn't the first thing she wanted to hear in the morning (from a stranger, no less) with a killer hangover, she smiled anyway.
"Sakura."
The stranger occupying the other half of the bed finally stirred and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He continued to stare at her (although now with both eyes), looking quite disorientated with his hair askew.
Sakura resisted the urge to openly gawk at the young man in front of her, although she did take note that he was also very naked. The blanket that was used to cover him before now rested on his lower body, only barely covering certain areas.
"You have glitter in your hair." She commented mindlessly.
And so he did. He looked up in an attempt to see and grabbed his messy hair, shaking all the glitter out and onto the floor.
He got off the bed, already wearing boxers, much to Sakura's relief. After searching through his closet briefly, he took out a plain blue T-shirt and threw it at her. She scrambled under the blanket and quickly put it on. It was big enough for her to wear as a short dress and had a pleasant, manly smell.
"Where are your clothes?" He asked her as she reemerged from under the covers.
She looked around on the floor but only managed to find her shoes. "You know, I'm not really sure. I probably lost them when we went skinny dipping."
He didn't reply and proceeded to slip on a random clean shirt.
"Hey... I think we kissed last night. But I can't really remember."
He paused and gave her a blank stare.
"I think we did a lot more than kiss."
Feeling a bit awkward, Sakura began to gently poke a scrape on her leg. He grabbed her arm to prevent her from further probing at it.
"Here." He carefully placed a Band-aid on her scrape, biting his lip lightly as it made contact. "Wash it when you get home."
"Thanks..." She whispered, smoothing over the Band-aid.
"How'd you mess your leg like that?"
"I don't know. Maybe I fell?"
He smirked. "Maybe it was from something we did in my bed?"
Sakura shrugged and finally got off the bed, slipping on her boots.
"What was your name again?" She asked him.
He sat down on his bed. "Sasuke."
She smiled at him, standing only in his T-shirt and her cowboy boots, and lowered her head until they were on the same eye level. She stared into his dark, empty eyes playfully.
"Well, Sasuke," She leaned in closer, their lips almost touching. "If it was with you, I think I'll take my walk of shame with pride."
She would need to give Ino a damn good explanation for where she got the shirt from and why she couldn't walk right.
She just wished she could remember how amazing last Friday night was.