Title: Chalk-line Valentine
Summary: The best part about being immortal, Sakura thought, was being able to annoy pretty little assassins without worrying about whether or not they were going to shoot you in the head. /SasuSaku/100sentences/NYC-AU/
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes1: Hello! I decided to take the 100-sentence challenge thing, and man is it hard! All of my sentences are run-ons and have semi-colons, but whatever. Also, I like to think dialogue doesn't count as a sentence.
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Immortal – oo1
She couldn't be killed because she wasn't human, and something about that always unnerved Sakura; she didn't know whether it was because she was the only one of her kind (at least, for all she knew) and she was going to have to face eternity alone, or if it were because she couldn't die even if she wanted to.
Sway – oo2
And boy, did she want to; her green eyes narrow at the streets below her as she steps off the ledge and plummets down, and her last thoughts before impact is that maybe the roof of a skyscraper isn't the best place for a suicidal teenage girl to live.
Sticks and Stones – oo3
The first time a human male called her ugly – probably because she'd been rolling around in the filth of downtown Brooklyn for the past 2 weeks – she robbed him blind and bought herself 3 new outfits, a well-deserved trip to the salon, and turned heads no matter where she went for the following 4 months.
Museum – oo4
He was so beautifully out of place when she first spotted him: darting behind priceless artifacts, inconspicuously tailing a cloaked-man and mumbling to himself, she didn't think it was possible for a human to be so…interesting, but when she followed him and witnessed him cutting his targets throat, she knew for a fact she'd been proven wrong.
Practical – oo5
If an assassins job was to blend in, why was he so fucking pretty?
Over – oo6
It took her 2 weeks to figure out his daily routine; where he lived, his favorite restaurants, how many sugars he put in his coffee, how many people he killed each week on average, ect…and it was a week and a half longer than it usually took her, so maybe he was a decent assassin after all.
Speak – oo7
"Hi," she pipes up after nearly 10 minutes of silence; (she hadn't wasted 5 dollars on a metro-card for him to just ignore her; she even purposefully sat down across from him!) he looks at her from the corner of his eye and inclines his head ever so slightly.
White noise – oo8
He was chasing her and shooting at her and Sakura didn't know if she was dreaming or not, but she could hear nothing but static and gunshots in her ears as she ran down the alley, grinning and laughing and having more fun than she could remember.
Snow storm – oo9
At first she wonders why he left, and then she realizes that his employer probably wasn't too happy with him letting a 17-year old girl escape; she sits on the ledge of his apartment building as snow flurries around her and thinks that even if she could feel, she would still be numb.
Present – o1o
"This is your coming home present for me?" Sakura stares at him, mouth hanging open; seriously, she hasn't seen him in how many months and the first thing he does is chloroform her? "You're kidnapping me?" She doesn't think she's ever been happier.
Quitting – o11
He's a terrible assassin after all, she decides; a real assassin would have interrogated her already instead of leaving her tied up in his closet without someone to talk to and he should just quit.
Paint – o12
His employer (he's creepy and looks like a snake and makes her skin crawl) is pleased to see her bruised and gagged, or so Sakura thinks, because an evil smile splits his face and he says, "Very good, Sasuke-kun. I won't have to kill you after all," before he shoots her in the head – she is both elated and sad; she finally knows his name, but she won't get to apologize for staining his nice carpet red.
Freak out – o13
The look on his face when she opens her candy-apple eyes and feels the back of her head to make sure her hair has filled in nicely is priceless.
Home alone – o14
She's tied up again, but this time she's not going to sit around and wait to be shot in the head by another pedophilic-looking mobster so she tears apart her restraints and flees, but not before leaving a thoughtful note behind.
Haunted – o15
Sakura is sad for the next few weeks and thinks that maybe it's because Sasuke (she wonders if that's his real name and not like, an assassin alias) cleans up his destroyed apartment and washes the blood from his walls as if she was never there; and a month later he's following more strange men in museums and Sakura knows she's been forgotten.
Moonlight – o16
She's sad as she watches him sleep from his windowsill, because she knows that this will be the last time she visits him (if there's anything she's learned over the years, it's knowing when she's no longer needed); with a sigh she turns and disappears into the darkness of the city streets below, and she misses the black eyes that watch her leave.
Front – o17
He has her pressed against a brick wall and sweet Jesus, Sakura has never let a man get this close to her before (how privileged she is that it's someone as pretty as Sasuke–) and blood from his chiseled chest is soaking into her shirt as he smirks and whispers a confident, "I think we could help each other out."
Queue – o18
"And…you wait in this line every day?" Maybe it was because she wasn't addicted to caffeine, but something told Sakura that her new friend should invest in a coffee-maker because seriously, there were a million other things she could have gotten done in the 20 minutes it took him to order his precious Caffé Americano.
Bus – o19
Note to self, she thought, confronting Sasuke about killing his last employer on a crowded bus in the middle of Manhattan wasn't a good idea; it attracted stares from everyone and made the raven-haired male more irritable than usual.
Stare – o2o
After all the shit she'd seen in her days, not much surprised her, and Sasuke demanding that she move in with him shouldn't have been one of those things that did.
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Notes2: review.