written at one in the morning. Sasuke writes a Valentine's latter to Sakura, only to screw with her. crack. Takes place during timeskip, when Sasuke is traning with Orochimaru. Sand and Tea chapters will resume soon. D

disclaimer: blahblahblahidontownnarutoandblahblahblah


The hallways were cold. But then, again, they were always cold, the kind that made you want to stick your feet in steaming hot water right after touching the cold tiles. Of course Sasuke wouldn't do this now; he had done it a few times in his room, alone.

Right now he was searching the halls of Orochimaru's current lair, as always deep underground, for the kitchen. For the chocolate. He had quickly learned that Kabuto has an affinity for sweets, and though he himself didn't, today he needed it. The chocolate, that is.

Sasuke harrumphed as he opened the door to yet another empty room. These lairs were all so damn big. Finally, a room revealed a large, clean kitchen, and Sasuke stepped inside hurriedly.

The kitchens were always so warm. In a nice way, too. Surprisingly, one of the sound five loved to cook…Tayuya maybe. Either way, it meant the kitchens were always filled with the lingering warmth of a stove used not long ago.

Pulling open a cupboard, Sasuke grabbed a bag of chocolate Hershey's and threw it on the table. He found a pen and paper and began writing. At the top of the clean sheet he wrote:

Dear Sakura:

Today was Valentines Day. Orochimaru didn't celebrate it, though Kabuto did. He had actually gotten chocolates from him last year, and was flattered in a creepy kind of way.

Sasuke was about to bite into a piece of the chocolate when he noticed a rather purplish tint to it. And footsteps in the hallway.

"Orochimaru!" He called.

"What is it my Sasuke-kun?" came the snake man's sickly sweet voice.

"Where does Kabuto keep the not poisoned sweets?"

"Oh, I didn't know you liked sweets!"

"Orochimaru…"

"In the last cupboard on the left, Sasuke-kun."

"Thanks."

Exchanging the purple chocolate for some un tampered with by Kabuto, he continued writing his letter.

How are you this year? Wait; don't tell me, because I really don't want to know. Have you improved at all? I hope so; you really sucked last time we met. Orochimaru's trainings been great, plus he lets me have sake, not that I drink that much. Just a little on Saturday nights, you know, when me and him and Kabuto and the sound nin all hang out and play poker. Last week we played strip poker.

How's Naruto? Still gangly? Sorry, inside joke. I bet that dope has improved more than you, Sakura. The last battle we had...man, I almost lost. Bet you would've loved that.

He paused to run his hand through his sleek black hair. He tried to think of things o tell her, about his daily life with Orochimaru; not to comfort her or let her know he was alright, but rather to mess with her head. It was a new art he had learned since being here, and was becoming quite good at it.

So, I guess you know its Valentines Day. Duh. I sent you chocolates, but don't stuff yourself, you'll get fat and Ino will call you ugly, like she doesn't already. Seriously girl, your choice of friends shows a lack of judgment. Myself, I've made some good friends since being here. Orochimaru's pretty cool for a homo snake dude, he's teaching me well. In fact, yesterday he taught me the appropriate way to butter toast. Very educational.

Re-reading his words, he decided it would suffice. He sounded out of character for once thing, though it was true Orochi had given him a toast and butter lesson the day before. And the day before that Sex-Ed courtesy of Kabuto. He wouldn't put that in there.

Yah, so, I know I should feel bad for leaving you all behind in my quest for power, but it'll all turn out okay. I mean, for one thing my brother will die. That's a plus for everyone, right? Maybe not, but for me, totally. I better end this quick before I eat all the chocolate…

He bit into another one. Even though the teen didn't particularly like the taste, something about it was addicting. (The suuuggaaaaar)

So, happy V-Day Sakura. Tell Naruto hi for me.

Sasuke

Yes, that would be fine. Hopefully Sakura would get it soon, and her mind would snap. What fun.

Walking to the exit of the lair, Sasuke summoned a small black snake and sent it on its way, letter and chocolate in tow.


Sakura stared at the thing on her bed. Well, it wasn't a thing, it was a snake. With a letter. And chocolate. It slithered up towards her, dropping the rolled up letter and moving to the side, waiting for a reply to be written.

Sakura reached towards the letter with a shaking hand, reading it slowly and carefully. Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Could this really be Sasuke? Was he…contacting her? And he had sent her sweets!

She didn't know how to feel. Angry and confused? Blissfully happy? She wondered how Naruto would react, even though she wouldn't be able to tell him until after he got back from his training.

Picking up a piece of chocolate, she gazed at it for several moments before slipping it into her mouth. Immediately she spit it back out, her tongue burning with the taste.

"That bastard!" She cried, "He knows I hate dark chocolate! I bet he ate all the milk ones, too!" And with that she stomped out of the room, leaving the letter for later, when she would roll it up and put it in a box and hope another one would come soon.