Hello everybody!
Well! Here I come, Another weird thingy in my hands! Fear me!
Ok, I'll explain it to you. I was in a coughforcedcough seminar of "The 7 habits of Highly Effective Teens"
Horay? I don't think so... I mean, I did lose every single class I had, but seriously, I was STARVING! No one told me that I could bring food because we weren't allowed out for recess, so I stayed in and starved, until a few charitable beings gave me food. ((Sounds like I hadn't eaten in ages, neh?))
But thats besides the point. For some reason, the inspirational bitch slapped me right on the face, and a few stories came to mind. Short stories. They were about random things, but I'm adapting them to Naruto. ((Specially SasuSaku!)) they are mostly romantic. And since I have to practice my writing so it doesn't suck anymore, here we go!
This goes to people out there who are nice enough to take 3 secs to review and tell that stories don't suck as much as their authors belive.
Warning: Fluffyness and OOC-ness
One-Shot #1
xRain sucksx
Now freaking way. Not again...
Sakura stood at Ichkaru's. She had been stood up by Naruto, Sasuke and Kakashi. It's raining.
Rain sucks.
Sasuke had said that he didn't feel like going to eat in the first place. Typical. He's allways retreating, never willing to let anyone in. Or even go out to dinner with his teamates. Purely sucky. She ahd actually bonded pretty well with him after he had returned to Konoha 3 years later. They're pretty good friends, but her love for him won't fade, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself that it's never going to happen.
Naruto was the one who insisted the most in going out for dinner. He always does. And of course, to Ichikaru's. Where else? He would pester her and Kakashi until they'd finally give in and go to the damned place. And he'd usually be the first one there. But not today. Oh, no. Nope. No Naruto today! He was going on a mission. Tsunade called him for a mission about an hour ago. So he left4 feet before they reached Ichikaru's. The only thing that Naruto Uzumaki loves more than ramen, is going on a mission.
So there she is, waiting for Kakashi..she waited... and waited... and waited some more... until Ayame comes out and tells her that Kakashi won't come.
He. Won't. Come.
He. Won't. Freaking. Come.
He had something to do, and forgot to tell Sakura that the plans were off. Ayame told her that he said something about the path of life, but even Naruto could tell that he just wanted to go buy his disgusting perverted pornographic book, written by the even MORE perverted ((If that's even possible)) Jiraiya.
Whoopdee-flipping-doo.
So there she is. Sitting alone on a chair at Ichikaru's ramen. The night is dark, the stars are covered by the clouds. And it's POURING. Not raining. Pouring. This is just Peachy! Can this get any better?
CRACK
Me and my gianormic mouth.
Thunders.
Who doesn't absolutely LOVE thunders. Flashy lights and and extremely loud cracking sound that makes a chill run down your spine and jump 3 feet in the air while screaming.
Rainy days are usually perfect to stay home, cuddled in a tiny little fur ball on your bed to never ever come out, with hot chocolate in your hands.
But no. Of course not! Karma is obiously out to get her. Yep. Fate decided to laugh at her. Some one in some galaxy must be watching this as their favorite show, craking up in laughter at her misery.
Rain. Freaking. Sucks.
Too much 'freaking'? Nope. Not really.
Maybe if it was just mildly rainig, she'd be able to go home easily. But no. today precisely, she didn't have an Umbrella. Today precisely, Naruto wantd to get Ramen. Today precisely they stood her up. Isn't this the best day ever?
Ah! but let's not forget! It's not mildly raining. Its FREAKING pouring. And that's not it. Thunders are to be seen everywhere.
Did I mention that she is frightened of thunders?
CRACK
"HOLY CRAP!" She covered her ears and jumped as she saw the bright light, with the lovely cracking sounbd to compliment it.
Well, she is.
She walke out of the store as the owner asked her to. It was really late. Ichikaru's was closing, the only not-so-unlucky-thing was that she still ahd sheltered under the store's logo thingy.
She sat down and sighed as raindrops carried by the wind started wetting her.
Peachy.
She leaned back against a wood pilar and slid down to the floor, closing her eyes and grunting in exasperation.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Asked a very familiar voice. Sakura opened her eyes to confirm her suspiscions.
"Sasuke? What are you doing here?"
"I came out to walk and I saw you sitting there. Mind telling me why?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
Sakura then noticed that she was no longer getting wet. She was under Sasuke's umbrella. He was getting slightly wet, but didn't seem to notice.
"Sasuke, you're getting wet."
"I'll be fine. You on the other hand..." Sasuke looked away, slightly blushed.
She stared down at herself. She was soaken wet. The rain hadn't missed an inch of her body. Perfect day for a white shirt!
Sakura quickly covred herself with her arms, completely flushed. Indeed, her shirt was totally see-through. And Sasuke was quite the gentleman.
"Why are you even worrying?" She asked, grabbing the hand that he offered her to stand up.
"If you get sick, you'll be a burden..." He stated, Sakura looked slightly dissapointed by his answer, he notice, but didn't say a thing.
"Oh... I guess you're right..."
"Come on, I'll take you home." Sakura gave him an inquiring look. "I'll just walk you there. In my house, they taught me such things as manners."
Sakura walked towards him. He held the umbrella over their heads and walked towards her home. No talking. But Sakura was smiling. A wide smile. Sasuke, again, noticed, but ignored it.
They finally got to Sakura's house, and she invited him in. He looked at her confused.
"You're not the only one with manners." She told him with a fake arrogant smile.
"Hn" He walked in her house and she ran up the stars to toss him a towel.
"It's raining pretty badly, you can stay untilthe rain passes if you want." She offered him as she walked towards her kitchen to get something to eat for both of them. The house was incredibly clean for a kunoichi who lives by herself.
"I'm fine. Unlike you, I'm not afraid of thunders." He mocked.
"Fine! Suit yoursel---Achooo!" She was stopped in the middle of her sentence by a sneeze. Sasuke frowned.
"You're getting sick." He put a hand gently on her forehead, checking her temperature in a motherly fashion.
"I'm fine, thanks mom."She retorted sacastically
"You must be pretty bad if you think that I look like your mom." He mocked her.
"Forget it. Do you want anything?" She walked towards the kitchen, but stopped dead on her tracks as she felt a hand gripping her wrist.
"You're not going anywhere. You're getting sick, so go to your bed." Sakura was ready to protest, but Sasuke cut her short. "Now."
She pouted but obeyed, and a few minutes later, he came carrying a cup with hot chocolate. Slowly, he handed the cyup with hot contents to her.
"How do I know that this is edible?" She asked, staring at Sasuke.
"If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be here right now."
"Damn you and your logic!" She mocked. Then, se sipped her cup and a surprise look took over her face.
"What now?"
"This is actually edible! And not only that!-... It's... good!" she said, as if she was staring at an alien ghost.
"My mother used to do it for me on rainy days like this. It was my favorite part of them." Sakura was about to make a smart-ass remark, but decided that it would be really bitchy, seeing as sasuke was sensitive at the whole 'mom' issue.
Sakura tucked herself in her bed and offered one more time. "Sasuke, it's late.Really, it wouldn't be smart if you left right now."
Sasuke sighed in defeat.
"Fine. I'll stay. But go to sleep. Now." by the time he was finished, Sakura was deep in slumber, and looked like the cutest angel. Sasuke put an extra sheet over her and tucked her hair bejhind her ear. He slightly brushed her cheek and then placed a short kiss on her forehead while the blush took over his face. He left the room hastily.
Sakura smiled and opened one eye to watch the retreating silouhette.
I love rainy days.
It's fluffy, clichè and silly, I know...
I'll try to write lees sucky things for the future!
Oh, well,
Ç'est la vie!
Don't you luv my french?