A/N: Alright, I finally mustered up enough courage to post this up. I wrote it some time ago, when I realized that the fanfics relating to SasuRei were severely lacking, so I managed to come up with this. I'm really sorry if I characterized them wrong and whatnot, I really tried to keep all of them in character but I admit, I have difficulties keeping characters IC. I hope it's alright, either way. Don't hesitate to drop a little CC, just avoid them flames please.
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Naruto nor Sailor Moon, they belong to their respective owners.
"Holy crap, teme, that's her!" Naruto, the ever excitable blond, persisted urgently, elbowing the boy below him to get a better vintage view. They were currently killing time at a local tea shop when the aforementioned blond, known for his random bursts of energy and occasional obnoxious tendencies, nearly clambered on top of their table to latch on top of the irate Uchiha; their coffee sloshing about dangerously as Naruto's foot snagged on the stand in his haste. The cinnamon roll he had insisted on buying was already beyond salvage, now listless on the linoleum floor.
Tch. What a waste of money, the moron really was thoughtless at times.
Sasuke hissed as the elbow collided with flesh, hitting him upside the head. With a few dark and colorful obscenities sent to the blond's way, he managed to shove the deadweight pressed precariously over him, peering over to see what had gotten his best friend (a term he liked to use very lightly. Honest.) in such a frenzy. To his bemusement and incredulity, he was met with a gaggle of school girls from that exclusive academy that some of the Konoha High boys were known to frequent. It wasn't a secret that T.A. Girls' Academy boasted quite a lot of stunners...or so he had heard from the dobe and that Inuzuka boy.
"You made me ditch soccer practice and practically dragged me over here to creep on a bunch of schoolgirls?" he clucked, resting his cheek on the heel of palm, the picture of disdain. "And you wonder why people say you take after Jiraya-sensei."
Both Sasuke and Naruto dedicated a brief moment to shudder as they recalled their History teacher's trademark lecherous grin. The man's more questionable pastimes weren't much of a mystery, anyways.
It took Naruto a moment to recover before he adopted a wounded air, jabbing a furious finger at the other's face, subsequently poking the Uchiha on the nose due to their proximity. "I am nothing like Ero-sensei!" He protested with gusto, cheeks flushing at the thinly veiled accusation. Sasuke coolly smacked the offending appendage from his face, the slant of his brows hinting at violence if the blond did not rethink his intrusion of the Uchiha's much desired personal space.
Naruto was insistent, though. And, in a moment of desperation to prove that their trip wasn't a waste (or an excuse to peer at all the skirts) he clapped his hands on either side of Sasuke's face and directed it out the window once more. If he had spared a minute to actually access the consequences of his actions, the poor boy might've cringed at his impending doom but his fit of excitement had pocketed and stored that tidbit of lifesaving information away for another time. Sasuke, who in return was shocked of such bold actions, had actually complied, scrunching his eyes at the sea of adolescents clustered about in groups.
He sighed irritably, already up to his last reservoir of patience when it came to dealing with his best friend. "What am I looking for exactly, dobe?"
The blond let out a breathy sigh, a disturbing exhale of breath in Sasuke's own opinion. "Her, Hino Rei."
Sasuke flicked his gaze over to his approximation of her location and was met with a pleasant sight. Even he, the ever unfazed Uchiha Sasuke, had to admit that the girl specifically mentioned by Naruto was quite attractive. He instantly disliked her.
"What happened to Sakura?"
Naruto looked taken aback at the mention his crush's name, a brow inching over his incredulous look. "Oi, oi, I know a pretty girl when I see one, and she's gorgeous, teme!" He gnawed on his lower lip, looking decidedly unsure of himself. "Not as gorgeous as Sakura-chan, of course!" He hastily amended.
Sasuke scoffed, pushing away the hands that had nearly caused him a whiplash to look at her properly. Their eyes met and his hand tightened subconsciously, and he was quick to dart his gaze to his tepid coffee. He swallowed thickly, feigning indifference despite the prickle of warmth he felt creep from his neck. "She looks like a spoiled brat," he huffed, hoping to pass off the sudden intrusion of the foreign feeling as a symptom of displeasure, his tone clearly implying that this was the end of their discussion.
Apparently, the dobe decided to be thicker than usual and pressed forth, unwittingly signing his death contract if the Uchiha's cold glare was something to note of. "Psh, upset that someone's snagging your title, Princess?" The idiot had the gall to look positively giddy.
Dark eyes fixed themselves into Uchiha Glare #12. "Call me that again, and you'll find yourself abandoned in a ditch somewhere in Suna."
The smile threatened to split his face if Naruto kept widening it. "Someone's a little touchy," he practically sung, a snicker somewhere behind those clenched teeth. "I think you like her."
Sasuke's upper lip curled back in an ungainly snarl. "Don't be thick, dobe, I haven't even met the girl."
Another snicker on Naruto's part, accompanied by an overly enthusiastic pat on the back. "I bet you want to," he goaded, wagging his pointer as if he knew something Sasuke didn't. "Kiba tells me she's single. Pretty popular too, if the fan club she has over at Konoha High says anything about her. Here's the catch; she turns down all her fanboys, like each and every one. Sound familiar?" His tone was positively saccharine. Would Sasuke be charged if he socked the grinning blond before him? It was sounding awfully tempting. "A perfect way for you to get a taste of your own medicine, teme!" Really tempting.
With a suppressed groan, Sasuke pushed the coy blond back with a measured shove, moving to stand. "As much as I appreciate you wasting my time for your frivolous pursuits, I actually have something important to do, so if you don't mind, I think I'll be going now." Without another word, he collected his blazer draped over his chair, and his bag and left.
"Touchy, touchy!" Naruto sang after his retreating back, drawing a few stray glances their way. Sasuke made sure to spare the grinning idiot a vicious glare that could make a seasoned war veteran sob like a little girl. Needless to say, Naruto was unaffected.
He stormed out of the cafe, pushing the glass doors with a bit more force than necessary. "Dobe," he muttered darkly, throwing his blazer over his shoulder as he did his best to block out the blond's teasing jeers. It took considerable effort not to charge back to their table and give the idiot a good taste of his knuckles, maybe get the blond acquainted with the tacky floor. But if there was anything the Uchiha was good at, it would most definitely be restraint. It would seem as if Kami's graces were smiling at the oaf.
He passed by the bench she and her friends were occupying. They, unsurprisingly, burst into a din of excited chatter, fervently whispering to one another. She was different, though. Their gazes interlocked once again and she frowned, her lips thinning in distaste. Her cool eyes took him in before casting her gaze elsewhere, look of severe disinterest weighing down her expression.
Huh, different indeed. He wouldn't mind getting to know her.
A/N: I'm so sorry if it isn't what you might've expected. I'm still testing the ropes and how to write them, the works. Sasuke is one tricky bugger to pen down, I swear! I might write up some other pairings too, if I get over this rut of a writer's block. -sigh- I happen to like Gaara/Makoto and Naruto/Usagi, hm, ideas, ideas. Well, if you have any comments or constructive criticism, the little button there should do the trick. :)