This fic will compose of short – very short – chapters of a six-year-old Sai and a five-year-old Sakura. When I started writing fanfiction, I've always thought that the best way to relax is to write nonsensical things with no heavy plot and definitive purpose. This is an attempt to RELAX. I need to relax more. Lol.
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One of the great things about being a six-year-old is that you could always get away with whatever you say, however rude it was, and still look cute in the process.
Sai learned that this only applied to people older than you, and not to five-year-old, pink haired girls...
"Your forehead's huge," Sai said in between licks on his chocolate ice cream.
Sakura blinked her wide emerald-green eyes at him, tightened her grip on her own ice cream cone, then stuck out her tongue at him.
Sai stared at her tongue. "Your tongue's all brown and gross and stuff."
That was because of the chocolate ice cream. Those emerald-green eyes narrowed at him. "Why are you being mean?" she asked.
Sai was confused. "I was taught to be honest…"
Sakura squashed her ice cream cone in his face. It made a satisfying 'squish!' sound on his cheek, then a dull 'splat!' when it slid down his shirt and onto the floor.
Sai blinked at her. "Hag," he muttered emotionlessly.
They stared at each other in silence for five minutes.
Sakura examined his chocolate-smeared face, then at what used to be her ice cream now nearly a brown, icky puddle on the floor by Sai's feet.
And then she began to cry.
After a while, her cries turned into outright wails.
Sai nearly backed away from her. Girls who cried were annoying. Any moment now, she was going to lie on the floor and flail her arms about in a tantrum, he just knew it.
No sooner had he thought this did Sakura drop on her butt and started to violently wave her limbs around screaming, "My… m-my ICE CREAM!"
Wincing and having no idea what to do, Sai slowly kneeled beside her and held out his ice cream cone silently.
Sakura instantly stopped her movement, sat up, and stared at his offering with wet, glassy eyes. Her tiny hands reached out to it, hiccupping slightly.
Sai unceremoniously smeared the ice cream – cone and all – on her really huge forehead.
This had Sakura shrieking at him, once again back at throwing her tantrum.
Sai took this opportunity to run away.
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