Two days until I leave for college
(Hold on while I mourn my childhood)
Sasuke Uchiha tried his best to look calm and professional, but under Tsuande's intense scrutiny, he couldn't help but feel his rampant nerves get the better of him.
What did she call him for?
Was it about yesterday's events?
Could she sense when hotblooded males looked at her apprentice in a certain way?
Did Kakashi (or worse…Naruto) report him for leaving training without an explanation?
"Do you know why you're here today, Uchiha?" the blonde asked carefully, scanning the young man over with her honey-colored eyes. He froze in place.
"I…I don't think so," he finally stammered out. Even though quite a long time had passed since he had returned to the village, he knew that Tsunade was definitely not his biggest fan, most likely because she had heard of his treatment towards Sakura in the past.
"Yesterday my apprentice tried to heal you. And you stopped her, correct?"
"…correct."
Fuck. He was dead.
"And when she saw other signs of sickness, she asked you to stay so she could examine you, correct?"
"Correct."
"And for some reason, you deemed it an appropriate response to ignore her warning and sprint away as quickly as possible."
He adverted his eyes to the ground.
"I'd ask for an explanation, but I don't even want to begin to try to understand what goes on your twisted mind, pretty boy," she scowled, crossing her arms on top of her wooden desk. The mid-afternoon sun shone heavily through the windows, making it hard for him to look up at all, since he was the one facing the windows.
"So as of right now, Sakura is waiting for you in her office at the hospital. Meet her there, and she will perform the physical you tried so hard to avoid yesterday," Tsunade sighed, rolling her eyes. "I have no idea why you always manage to make life more difficult for yourself."
"I'd rather someone else perform it," Sasuke spoke up firmly.
Tsunade's eyes narrowed.
"But it was Sakura who saw the potential signs of sickness."
"I would still rather have someone else," he continued desperately.
The blonde woman stood up violently, clenching the edge of her desk with a tight grip, the wood already starting to splinter.
"Are you questioning Sakura's competency?!" she growled out, and Sasuke was sure that if she wasn't supposed to be such a high-ranking government official, she would have punched the shit out of him.
With a deep sigh, he reluctantly gave in.
"No, I guess it's fine."
"You better believe it's fine," She bit out, sitting down once more. "Now get the fuck out of my office and go meet with Sakura."
However, as he left the Hokage tower, he could only curse his luck.
This cannot end well…
He knocked once.
Twice.
He prayed to every deity he could think of that she was gone from her office.
(And his prayers went unanswered)
"Come in," a sweet voice called behind the door, and he had to stop himself from just sprinting away. But since he had no choice, he swung open the wooden door, immediately making eye contact with the woman sitting on a chair across from a very intimidating-looking hospital bed.
"Thanks for coming, Sasuke," she smiled. "Please get on the bed."
He frowned at the potential double meaning behind her words.
"But you may remain sitting."
As he complied, she stood up from her seat quickly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind one of her ears and unwinding the stethoscope hanging around her neck.
"I'm going to need to check your blood pressure," she said professionally, and he vaguely wondered if this was how she treated all her patients. It was strange, seeing "Doctor" Sakura while knowing the "Anbu-level-kunoichi" Sakura in everyday life.
She reached for a cuff that was sitting on the table next to him and slowly slid it over his left arm. He fought back a groan at the fact that her fingers just barely brushed against him, but still felt wonderfully warm and soft in that brief moment.
Looking down, he also realized that the doctor's coat she was wearing was completely open down the middle, leaving her in a very mature, very tight civilian-type dress.
"Remember to breathe normally."
Yeah. Not like he had to deal with having her cleavage just inches away from his arm.
She squeezed the pump of the device quickly, the cuff inflating around his arm and making him feel even more tingly. The cool end of the stethoscope was pressing down on the inner part of his arm, and he hoped that she couldn't tell how fast his heart was racing.
"130 over 86," she sighed. "Higher than it should be, but not high enough to be really concerned at this point."
"Hn."
"And now I need to take your pulse."
Shit.
She took off the cuff painfully slow, making him groan. A confused look crossed her face, as she watched his eyes close.
"Are you okay?"
'Hn."
"Ugh...I'll never understand why you can't respond like a normal person…"
Her stethoscope made it's way to his inner wrist, and she placed the earpieces in carefully. (He wondered how the rest of her male patients reacted when they saw her in her uniform, a living and breathing doctor fantasy)
She was completely focused on the clock's ticking hand, counting the number of times his heart was beating as he tried to look anywhere else but her slightly exposed cleavage.
"Have you been drinking a lot of coffee or black tea recently?" she asked worriedly. "Your pulse is quite fast."
"No."
"Are you sure? Any other sources of caffeine?"
"No."
He just wanted this whole thing to be over, so he could go home, take a cold shower, and wallow in self-hatred.
Sakura sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"And now I have to check your throat."
Fuck.
She grabbed out a small flashlight from her coat pocket.
"Stick out your tongue, please."
He scowled in response, refusing to open his mouth.
"Sasuke," she growled, and he could see the fire in her eyes start to build. Being the Hokage's apprentice, Sakura had definitely learned to be…assertive when it came to her emotions.
"My throat is fine."
"Open. Your. Mouth."
"No."
With a heavy sigh of frustration, Sakura took a few steps closer until he could feel her thighs pressed against his legs. She leaned over and put her left hand on his shoulder, making Sasuke flinch.
His mouth dropped open slightly, and she took that opportunity to use her other hand to pull down his jaw enough to shine the flashlight down his throat.
"Hmm…a little red, but nothing alarming," she observed, all the anger she had shown before completely dissipated.
She's definitely not the innocent, oblivious girl she used to be.
Unfortunately for Sasuke, his trail of thoughts soon led elsewhere.
And the opposite of innocent is…naughty. I wonder what she's wearing underneath that tight dress…
His temperature spiked immediately, all sorts of images of a half-naked Sakura racing through his mind.
Fuckfuckfuck please don't notice please don't notice please don't—
"Sasuke? Are you okay? Your cheeks are turning red!" Sakura gasped out, stopping in the middle of placing her medical equipment down on the table next to the bed.
"I'm fine!" he said a little too loudly, only making her more worried.
"Sasuke...you really shouldn't lie to yourself. It will only catch up to you later on."
She gave him a saucy grin, sauntering over to him and pressing a soft hand to his chest.
"You know you want it, Sasuke~" she purred, rubbing against him until she finally pushed him down and straddled him daringly. "Don't lie to yourself."
"Convince me why I shouldn't," he whispered roughly, making her giggle lightly and lower her lips to his, almost touching them when—
"SASUKE!" Sakura yelled, snapping him out of whatever daze he was in.
As his world came back into focus, he realized two things:
Sakura had her hands on his shoulders
He really needed a cold shower
"I…need to go," he stammered out, cheeks burning. He needed to get away from there as soon as possible, needed to—
"Don't run away from me again!" she protested, trying to grab onto him.
…which only made him shake her off more violently.
"I'll sleep it off," he grunted out, making her drop him in shock. He took that opportunity to run away once more, though he was a little more graceful about it: he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Sakura stood there in the room by herself, mouth practically hanging open.
"What the hell is wrong with him lately?"
I have the next three chapters already planned out for this, but I'm not sure how long I'll make it in the end…hmm…