dance pretty lady, dance
A/N: written for tumblr, posting on here.
This was a special occasion, Sakura told herself. She never liked the feel of a dress on her skin ever she discovered her potential of being such a kick-ass ninja. She laughed to herself, oh youth.
It was essentially a masquerade ball, and it made it even more entertaining to mix-and-mingle with 'strangers' to pass the time. Her mask was navy blue with gold intricate swirls outlining the exterior. Inside was just smooth cold plastic. She had no idea why she chose this.
'Sakura.'
She stopped in her tracks, she was just about to go to the punch table. But this voice… could it be?
'Sasu-'
He put his fingers to her lips.
'You should know better.'
His finger remained on her lips for far too long. His thumb gently went over her bottom lip.
'You've grown.'
'You've become taller…different.'
The silence enveloped them. Sasuke made a lopsided grin as he held out his hand. Sakura chuckled, he was always the smooth one.
'Let's dance, Sakura.'
'Alright.'
The night faded away to dawn as the party-goers started to leave one-by-one. Soon, it was only Sasuke and Sakura dancing on the floor. The music had long ended, the chatter dispersed as people left, but they didn't notice.
'Your mask,' Sakura suddenly blurted.
'What about it?'
'It's pink.'
'…Hm. Thought it was white.'
Another hour passes and Sakura faltered in her dancing. They have been up for at least 8 hours, and she couldn't stand anymore… especially in those goddamn shoes.
'Are we ending the dance so soon?' Sasuke smirked, his eyes observing the exhausted Cherry in front of him.
'We'd be crazy to continue.'
It went by like a blur. Sakura remembered being picked up and set onto a leather seat…then she woke up in her bed. Her hand absentmindedly touched the spot next to her, surprised to find that it was warm.
'You bastard, leaving again.'