It is: kinda random, kinda AU-ish, kinda I dunno what I wanted this to mean when I wrote it.

But: I like it anyway, so, well, can't change anything about it.

And: Sakura, Sasuke. Please. Don't be so stupid anymore. Please. /KISHIMOTO, DON'T YOU HEAR MY COMPLAINTS AT NIGHT, IN YOUR DREAMS?/

I don't have a beta yet, so do tell when there are mistakes! English isn't my first language therefore help is always appreciated C:

Bells-mannequin doesn't own Sasuke, Sakura, Ramen or anything else for that matter.

Apart from her laptop, cake and love. /pffsht. xD/


marginal note


When she knew that he'd spend this evening with her her heart pounded gently and moderately as if saying not too many hopes, not too many dreams, as if her heart was faster, a lot faster than her to the heavens and hells praised analytical mind.

And against her heart she decided to apply some make-up, in the chaste way that was acceptable for shinobi—a little bit of kohl, some mascara. Lipstick that wouldn't show to advantage this evening anyway—and smiled with bravery that didn't quite reach her eyes.

It gave her pleasure and dissatisfaction in equal measure when she bore in mind how they hadn't kissed yet. The knowledge of being sure resonated within this fact, like a viola string dying away, something like he must like you, why should he always come back, if not?

Then again, it killed her.

She would have never expected that. Haruno Sakura wasn't the type of girl who'd throw herself at some random bloke, the type to whom the most important thing was sex, and sex and sex and sexsexsexsex.

She wasn't the silly little brat anymore, he wasn't the revenge-obsessed emo anymore. It should have been easy but it was not. He should have kissed her, should have shagged her to the heavens—and the only thing that he fucking did was to dart a look—for Kami's sake—at her as he took his leave, clinically and politely, staidly.

Tense like a feline predator. Appetent.

He said: "I love you."

He did not kiss her.

He just walked away.

And her heart palpitated soberingly and ingratiatingly, calm yourself down, clean the kitchen, volunteer for on-call-service next Tuesday, while her mind whirled around laughing ecstatically like a hurricane, he loves me, he loves me, lovelovelovelovelove!

Sometimes she wonderer whether Sasuke-kun would love her too if he had kissed her.

The answer to that question was always no.