SasuSaku One-Shot
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters.
They Told Me You Loved Me
Rating: T
The air is thick, coated in tension. Her eyes look down, remembering the way the dirt looks when it's this dry; cracked, and if stepped on, becomes powder in the breeze.
"Sakura."
His voice is heavy, his tone agitated.
She refuses to look at him though, refuses to look into his mismatched eyes of maroon and violet. She could tell he was growing impatient, and it only encouraged her to remain silent and watch him squirm.
It was when he grabbed her wrist in his tight grip that she finally looks up, her emerald pools holding fire. She meets his glare with narrowed eyes and clenched teeth, and if she had been looking at him sooner, she would've seen the soft expression in his eyes.
But that was only if she had looked at him sooner.
"Go home," he's said it before, but she refuses to listen. She came here to get answers, not listen to his demands anymore.
Sasuke had been ignoring her for countless weeks now, refusing to answer the door when she knocked, even though she could sense him within the building. It had all been fine, until he decided to shut her out, exclude her from everything. Sakura had had enough though, and now she was going to get answers.
"No. You know what, Sasuke? No!" The pinkette ripped her arm from his grip and squared up with the Uchiha. She didn't care how strong he was, or how good looking he was. She loves him, and he loves her; in a world of shinobi though, is love really a thing?
"I'm tired of you running. Tired of you hiding your feelings. You've shown me so much, and I've felt so much and now you're running away, shutting me out. Why? Why are you doing this?"
Her words fill the empty space of the forest, echoing through the trees and sounding throughout the valley. She had followed him all the way out here, but for what? To get told to go home again?
She refuses to give up.
"You care and I know you do. So just stop, stop running."
Sasuke's eyes are on her now, roaming her body, the one he had become so familiar with. He knew each location of each scar she had, how she had gotten it. The way her skin felt against his own, and how she smelled of freshly diced fruit. Sakura saw the corner of his lip twitch, and before she knew it, he was smirking once more.
"Sakura, I'm going to say it one more time. Go home."
"No."
He sighed before flash stepping and appearing behind her. They've lived this scene out before, and Sakura refused to be knocked out again. She wouldn't wake up on a bench this time, but in the forest and out in the open.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into with me," his voice is by her ear, his breath skimming the skin of her neck. She turns to his voice and presses her head against his.
"I don't care. Quit running," Sakura demands softly.
She feels his hands slide around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
"You'll regret it," he continues, but she doesn't listen. She wants him, all of him. He's given Sakura a peak into his life, his love, his heart, but she wants to see it all, have everything he's got to offer.
"Don't hide your feelings from me. I'm here…" her mind begins to trail as he presses small kisses to her temple, then trails down her cheek and lands on her jawline.
He couldn't find the words anymore, because she's here for him and refuses to leave. He doesn't want to open up, doesn't want to lose the ones that he loves most again.
He's loved her, and he always will. He can't hide it anymore, not when everyone can see how their relationship is meant to play out. He's lost in his thoughts, the memories of him and Sakura together. How he's felt with her before, but doesn't want to lose her. When he comes back from his thoughts, he places one last kiss to her skin.
"Thank you, Sakura."
He feels the way her body reacts and feels her move away from him; it's the quickest he's ever seen her move.
"Don't do this again-"
But before she can finish, his arms engulf her body and she's pressed against his chest, his nose nuzzled into her hair. She can hear his heart beat and feel the warmth radiate from his body. Her body relaxes when she knows what he's doing, and she wraps her arms around his back, entwining her fingers together and squeezing him tight.
They stand together in the forest, attached to one another and breathing in unison, watching the wind blow through the leaves, listening to the chirping of birds, and wrapped in one another arms.
The pinkette knows through his actions of his true intentions, his true feelings. Although he's scared to reciprocate the feelings, she knows deep down, that he loves her, and that's all that matters.