Hi! I'm back from the world of laziness and craziness, also known as reality. For anyone who's read my first two stories, I'm sorry they've been neglected for so long. Confused will be updated whenever I have an idea, and TGNSM will probably be turned into another story. Maybe. But for now, I'm sticking with oneshots, cause they're easy to start and finish, and god knows how horrible I am at finishing a story.
Anyway; Warning: Almost completely plotless and pointless, SasuSaku if you squint. Hard.
Enjoy!
Sasuke Uchiha did not smile. He did not grin or beam. The closest he'd ever come to smiling was when his smirks were less for show and more from amusement. Though, despite his wallowing in personal turmoil and unnecessary angst, he did not cry either. The last time he'd cried was when he'd learned the truth about his brother, and that had been two years ago, nearly three.
But not now. Now, since his eight month probation in Konoha was over without incident, he was more or less respected again. And with respect came the subconscious inclination not to snivel.
The calm, collected man he was today would never shed a single t—
"Sasuke-kun? Why are you crying?" Sasuke snapped out of his thoughts and whipped his head around to see a flash of pink next to him. Sakura's concerned face came to view, her head tilted in slight confusion. "And why are you eating alone in Ichiraku? Are you waiting for Naruto?"
"I am not crying," he spat with a glare, ignoring the rest of her questions.
"Um...you kinda are." She whispered slowly, as if talking to a child. He scowled at her, wishing she'd just leave him alone.
"I just told you I'm not."
He turned his face away, but not before seeing a slow, understanding (evil!) smile creep its way onto Sakura's face.
"Riiiiiight, and I'm not a kunoichi," she smirked. "So, why does Mr. I'm-not-crying-even-though-I-am Uchiha look like a kicked puppy?"
"I do not!"
"Yes, you really do."
"..."
Sasuke sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to find his inner calm. Sakura chuckled and ran a hand through her short pink hair, turning in her seat so she could see his face. "But seriously," she sighed, "Why are you all alone and sniffling to yourself?"
Oops, Sasuke forgot he'd drained all his inner calm last night, when Naruto had gloated nonstop that he could eat more tubs of ice cream than him. "I'm not crying, you annoying woman!" he growled snappishly, though it lost its effect with the tears in his eyes. "My eyes are watering. That's all."
Sakura eyed the hot sauce bottles grouped together on the counter next to Sasuke's bowl of ramen. The noodles were practically drowning in the swirling red soup. She bit back a fit of laughter at his "dilemma" and kept as straight a face as she possibly could muster. "So, you couldn't take the heat?"
Before Sasuke could reply with a withering insult, Naruto came into the shop. "Hey Sakura! Hi Basta—Why're your eyes all red and wet?"
Sakura tried not to laugh for fear of damaging Sasuke's fragile pride, but she couldn't rein in a few stray giggles, earning herself a watery glare.
Sasuke finally thought to wipe his face, though his nose and eyes were still red. Naruto took one glance at the bowl of red soup practically emanating "spicy" and knew. He knew he'd so won the unofficial competition between them of who could stand the heat. Naruto himself had downed five bottles of hot sauce without ramen, seven with. Sasuke had downed six without the ramen, but for some reason could barely take three with the noodles. Now, Naruto counted only five empty bottles on the counter, and the bastard was already crying in defeat? Ha! Lame. Now he hoped his best friend was ready for the hurricane of insults coming his way.
But he'd only started to open his mouth when Sasuke's composure cracked, his eyes flashing dangerously even without using his sharingan.
"Shut up, dammit!"
Naruto could only imagine how much Sakura had already said.
I know, pretty short. But no one can complain, cause it's a oneshot! :3 If you loved it, tell me. If you hated it, tell me why. Review!
-L2L