Sakura never had much taste for being left alone in dark alleys in lousy weather with a huge headache and a black pit where her memories of the previous evening were supposed to be. It was nasty, wet and the sound cars made as they sped by made her already wavering sanity split into a thousand pieces. But, she glued them back together and pulled out her guardian angel – her very own, chipped-green cell-phone.
The number she dialed was the same, as always: he picked up after the sixth ring, as always; there was only silence, as always. Sakura was, not by any means as always, extremely thankful for it. "I'm scared," she muttered. "I'm not exactly sure why, though – something about a ton of guys, vodka and six of them turning out to be in a really good mood, if you get what I mean. A little too much for a dead-drunk me, you'll guess."
Sakura inhaled sharply when she tried to turn her head and felt a bone snap back into place. "I think my neck's alright now. But not sure… we'll see. Anyway, they got me, but not before I got three of them, which made them kind of mad. They were totally overreacting – almost breaking my neck and dumping me into this smelly place in the back of nowhere and everything – but I lived through it. Obviously. Or is this my ghost calling? Let's see…"
She looked down at her feet as if expecting to see a corpse there, but the ground was as wet concrete as it gets. "Nope, guess not. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm still very much alive. Okay, maybe not very much, but that's beside the point. I know how much better your life would be without me, and I'm sorry to be failing your expectations yet again." She placed a long, thin, lime-nailed finger onto her lips, as if deep in thought. "I seem to be making it a habit, lately. You don't mind all that much, do you, since—"
Sakura was cut off from her rambling rather abruptly, courtesy of a harsh and husky, sleep-veiled voice she learned to love more than many other things. "Where?" it demanded, and Sakura half-melted.
She should really get a hold of some pills for that effect before it got out of hand.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is a rather late attempt at a SasuSaku fanfiction, but I tend to be tardy, so I cling to the hope of your forgiveness for dear life.
Constructive criticism and plain old reviews are much appreciated. Flaming, however, is very much not.
Junie