Weakness
Haruno Sakura: Hokage's apprentice, top medic, student of the great Hatake copy-nin, and (Sasuke gathered), a very deep sleeper.
The light that filtered into her bedroom was, like everything else, tinted pink. Her carpet was cream colored and bore a dizzying pattern of pink polka dots and swirls. Her bed was made of wood, painted white, and the sheets on top of it were threaded through with what looked like little cherries. The closet doors were white, and, cracked open, they revealed a red tank top that he'd often seen her wear while training.
The entire room was, to him, like something of a girlish prison. It looked like a fairytale castle had exploded and come to life. …And this frightened him, a tiny bit.
Naruto was waiting in the kitchen; Sasuke could hear the blonde's feet shuffling across the tiled floor. …And, really, he thought, Naruto would have been better equipped to handle the horrifying task of waking Sakura. Her walls had been stained with shapes that looked vaguely like Naruto's outline, probably more times than he could remember.
He decided to make a plan.
One: Just try not to make her mad.
Two: Just try not to make her mad.
She was sleeping on her stomach, her short hair knotted up in the most unusual style, and…it appeared that she slept…naked.
All of the color had time to drain from his face before he stopped to think that, maybe, she had a bra on, at least. She was probably only undressed from the waist up. ...Yes, that was it. Surely that was it!
He closed his eyes and fumbled with an index finger until he found his way to her shoulder, and when he connected he latched on like he was afraid she'd slip away.
"Sakura," he whispered, his throat slightly hoarse.
It was no surprise that she didn't shoot out of bed with a kunai in hand. He knew he'd have to be a little less subtle. A lot less subtle.
He cleared his throat. "Sakura."
No response.
Huffing, he tried shaking her, but to no avail. The girl slept like a rock. Did he have to drag her out of bed? What a bother.
And then suddenly the answer to his problem seemed so plain.
Standing as straight and proud and tall as he could, he sauntered into the kitchen to meet with his waiting teammate.
"Well?" Naruto asked, almost shyly. "Did she hit you?"
Slowly, Sasuke fixed himself some coffee, sat at the table, stirred some sugar (gods, Naruto thought, it was almost unthinkable!) into his mug, and then stared Naruto straight in the eyes.
"Well," He said calmly, pausing to take a sip, "I think she's gone and died."
Naruto gaped, and when Sasuke poured the contents of his mug into the sink and excused himself, Naruto noticed the way he was walking. His entire body was stiff, and his steps were perfectly measured.
…Yep, Naruto decided, grinning, that was definitely the walk of a defeated man!
He rummaged for a napkin, withdrew an orange marker from his pocket, and then began writing.
Haruno Sakura: Uchiha Sasuke's greatest weakness.
Fin.