Bwahahahahahaha!!!! My first oneshot, and I like it, but unfortunately, what matter is if you like it….

So yeah, this is a Sasusaku fic, sorta, I just kinda thought it up on the spot.

I was like, "This would be really funny."

Well, I thought it would be.

I can take the flames, just be polite, I've never cursed anyone for having slightly bad grammer such as mine…..

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Uchiha Sakura was very afraid of storms.

No amount of training, physical or mental, could ever shake her fear of lightning and thunder.

Her cocky husband's smirks when she snuggled against him at night, storm raging outside, did not make her feel safer at all.

This lead to paranoa, waking up in the middle of the night and shrieking for Sasuke, who had only left the room temporarily, refusing to leave the house when it was thundering outside, ending to the point where Sasuke would, despite her protests of "No, Sasuke-kun, you won't make me!! Not in hell!!", throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of their house with a smug look on his face. God how she hated that smug look whenever he got his damn way.

But her worst experience must have been when Sasuke was late coming home. Very late. So late that she went to bed by herself, thunder and all. She had finally fallen asleep when she heard banging coming from the kichen.

She crept out of her bedroom, the noise didn't stop. "Sasuke-kun?". No answer. She starting trembling uncontrollably as thunder suddenly decided to drop by. "Sasuke?" Still no answer. "Uchiha??" Still no damn answer.

Tip-toeing down the hall, she strained her ears for the noise from before. It wasn't there. She stopped outside the kitchen and sneaked a peek inside.

The fridge was open, but no one was there, food was on the floor, and Sasuke's untouchable bowel of tomatoes sat on the counter. But no Sasuke, or anyone else. She silently walked in, picked up a nearby frying pan that she had left out that morning after doing the dishes and tentatively looked around.

No one.

She sighed and was about to put her weapon down when two obviously male arms circled her waist.

Sakura did the only thing that came to mind.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAH, RAPIST!!!!!"

She shoved the person off and turned only to kick said intruder where the sun don't shine. He groaned and doubled over in pain. Sakura raised her valiant cooking pan and slammed it down onto the 'rapist's head. She isn't one to brag, but she can hit extremely hard, with or without weapon even if it happens to be a frying pan.

The intruder fell to the floor with a loud 'thud' and she fled from the room shrieking out her husband's name. She sat huddled in her bedroom for ten minutes before finally deciding to see who her intruder had been.

She slunk back into the kitchen. Finding that he was still on the floor writhing in pain, she picked back up the frying pan, which she had flung to the floor after her final blow. She turned on the light, and stared dumbstruck at the figure that was now sharing his very colorful vocabulary with her kitchen floor.

"Sasuke-kun?"

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I've been thinking about making this a collection of oneshots dedicated to Sasuke and Sakura's relationship….

Hmmmm…..

Sasuke-kun, what do you think?

Sasuke: You used my name to many times.

I know, I like your name, even if it can be pronounced/spelled, saucegay, sasgay, SasUke.

Sasuke: Shut up, at least I'm not named after seafood.

Naruto: What's that supposed to mean??

Hee hee.