Disclaimer: Not mine. Definitely not mine.
Warning: None.
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke thinks about all the reasons why he hates Haruno Sakura.
Notes: I actually hate this pairing... but they make for good angst.

She Is...

Sasuke loves silence. He doesn't really love anything else. Silence has never betrayed him, or hated him. It's just been there for him, like no human has. The only other thing on this planet that gives him the slightest bit of joy... well, a person he reasons, truthfully shouldn't. It's all he can think about sometimes.

Their next meeting.

All the things he can say to break her heart over and over again. It's a thrill, really. Something to pass the time. If it's not her, than the dobe. But now... he's growing up and her childish love is doing something to his mind. He's an Uchiha dammit, and he should be a murderous nin by now. Not some idiot battling with his emotions.

Carefully, Sasuke scribbles out words on a torn sheet of paper, brow creasing in concentration. He starts with the basics.

She's obviously loud. And annoying, he mutters to himself. (He broods too much.)

She can't act like a shinobi to save her life. (He's so much better.)

She's incredibly rude. (He's arrogant.)

She hates Naruto. (He does too.)

She loves Naruto. (He does too.)

She's ridiculously self-centered. (He's so vain.)

She can't cook. (…he doesn't really like food anyway.)

Her smiles make him sick. (He gets sick thinking about his smile.)

Her hands are too cold. (His feel like death.)

She's too cheerful. (Happiness is a myth.)

She's too clingy. (Personal space has never been that important.)

She's makes him feel. (...?)

Like you have a heart.

No. Sasuke shakes his head and balls up the note, clenching his teeth together. He launches it through the air, jumping down from the tree he resided in.

"This is stupid," he hisses quietly.

Hands slung in his pockets, he makes his way into the busy little town. Pink hair is under his nose in an instant, and he smells the sweet shampoo applied. Thin arms squeeze him tightly, a soft giggle reaching his ears.

"Sasuke-kun!" Shrill, and still young with life.

No. No. She...

Sakura looks up with smiling eyes. They're soft and round.

She is...

"Move."

Her mask cracks into a thousand pieces. He tries not to notice and walks on by.

She is what he always denies his self.