prompt for day two of ss month. I'm super rusty but thought I'd give it a whirl! I have to admit, it felt good to write again even if it was to jot down this inane little drabble. Ps, excuse any mistakes, I'm where grammar goes to die.
As his body sailed bonelessly through the air, his nerve pathways scrambled beyond any hope of controlling his trajectory by the unholy haymaker Sakura had just crushed his cheekbone with, he had a brief second to reflect upon and uncharacteristically regret his condescending attitude before he crashed back to earth. The impact ruptured the hard-packed earth and sent jagged spires of turf and rock gouging upwards around him. The resultant cloud of dust choked him and stings his faltering sharingan. Though his nerves were scrambled, she had made sure not to disrupt his pain receptors, so each bruising, rending collision with the upended terrain hurt more than the last. By the time he finally lost momentum he was wedged so deep down he began to wonder if he had just been thrown into his grave.
A shocked cough sent a fine spray of blood gurgling over his lips and clothes, looking decidedly lurid against their pale coloring. Trying to move his hand to staunch the flow from his mouth only resulted in a limp twitch in his left leg. Trying to move his left leg made his right pinkie toe curl inside his nin sandals.
He could hear naruto scrambling over the decimated landscape before he could see the blond poke his head into the crater.
"Whoa teme-," the dobe's voice is hushed in both fear and reverence as he looks down upon the mangled Uchiha.
"DON'T help him Naruto!"
At the sound of Sakura's voice all color drained from Naruto's rosy cheeks and he quickly back pedaled away.
"Sakura-chan," he rasped plactingly, like a whipped puppy, the Uchiha sneered inwardly, as he returned to her side, not at all eager to be utterly ruined like the avenger was. "Maybe someone should-"
"Don't you have a date with hinata-chan?" Sakura interrupted; her voice light but brooking no more wheedling from the kyuubi host.
"Ya know I think I do, dattebayo," he laughed nervously," and I think I'm late!"
The sound of his footsteps faded so quickly Sasuke could only assume he flat out ran away from the pink haired monster that was Sakura Haruno.
Said monster casually approached his crater, gracefully climbing down amongst the rubble to crouch beside the immobilized Uchiha. Hardly a hair was out of place on her, though he could see the pulse in her neck fluttering riotously, a sure sign of her masked rage.
"Well Sasuke, since I'm no challenge to spar with I suppose I'll be on my way," she signed dramatically, absently prodding his swollen cheek. The entire left side of his face was black and blue and he could only see from his right eye. "Though as a medical professional, HUMBLE though my skills may be; I must insist you see a doctor, you know where the new hospital is right? I'm sure they will have someone capable enough to patch you up, that's textbook internal bleeding ya know," she chirped, indicating the sluggish trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Her voice is innocent though her eyes are smug, raking in his destroyed body. As she rises to stand in a pink-haired flourish she turns those flinty green eyes on him once again. Scrambled nerves or not Sasuke feels utterly pinned under her stare and swallows uneasily.
"That is if you can regain your motor control."
As she flounces away in a huff with indignation pinking her cheeks and a swing to her choppy pink hair and slender hips, Sasuke can't help but find her beautiful and himself a little insane for thinking so. With a grimace he wonders if she'll actually leave him to bleed into the dust all night and decides hastily not to doubt it. Lesson learned, Sasuke Uchiha will never, never underestimate Sakura Haruno ever again.