He cannot help himself - the champagne in her walk, her lips made of liquor, her voice holding more eloquence, more authenticity, than the finest hundred-year-old wine - everything about her made him dizzy and drunk.

He sighs inwardly, into the back of his hand, for what seems like the millionth time that day, hoping the act would ease his spinning head, but a giggle from her lips sends his mind spiralling in full rotations.

"Come on, Sasuke! Take it!" Mina urges, pushing a box of assorted chocolates into his chest.

"I want you to take it, even if it's just to humour me." She taps the heart-shaped container against his sternum, hoping (and knowing) that the pestering will eventually annoy him into accepting her gift.

Eyes of obsidian roll in slight irritation, the owner shoving his hands into his pockets before staring down at the box lightly thumping against his chest - his heart.

Thump

Thump

Thu~bump

His heart.

Thu~bump

Pacing itself to match the rhythm of the blonde's action - speeding itself up to match her hyperactivity and alacrity and mischievous, childish persona, slowing itself down to match her soft-spoken maturity, her absolute, (unimpaired) intoxicating being.

His body shifts from left to right, constantly swaying sideways in a heavy, gawky pattern, as the world around him dissipates in pixelized blurs. His vision blears and misleads him from all clarity, and everything but the girl in front of him is obscure.

Everything, he contemplates. Everything about her makes him feel unfocused and unbalanced, slightly less aloof and, to an extent, perplexed. Everything about her makes him feel dizzy and drunk.

He shakes his head slightly to rid himself of the staggering feeling, bringing his hand up slowly, cautiously yet, somehow clumsily. His graceless fingers latch onto the box, her smile telling him how grateful she is that he had accepted her gift.

He turns his back toward her, briefly closing his eyes to collect his thoughts. "Mina," he mutters just loud enough for her to hear, finding himself feeling inebriated by bitter taste of the the whiskey the universe had shot into her name.

"Mina," he says slightly louder, feeling flighty and feathery and enjoying the sweet bourbon sting of her name leaving his lips.

He licks his lips, his tongue savoring the aesthetic fondness and nagging intoxication pestering him to say three simple words. Forcing his fingers to grip tighter onto the gift given to him, he inhales deeply before quickly releasing the intake of breath, allowing three simple words to hastily hover from his mouth to the dense air around the blonde. "Be my Valentine."


A/N: I don't own Sailor Moon or Naruto.

Umm... so, yea... I know I'm a bit late but Happy Valentine's Day, ohh and Singles Awareness Day. :3