I noticed that I've forgotten to put any disclaimers so far, so..."NARUTO ISN'T MINE. CHARACTERS BELONG TO KISHIMOTO." I hope putting that in caps might make up for the first two chapters. Lol. Okay, anyways, now in this chapter, things are a little more entertaining! Chapters are getting seriously short..
Her eyes opened slowly…everything was a total blur. She sprang up and looked around. Her room was the same. She jumped off her bed and went over to the balcony and looked out from it. Everything was quiet and to her surprise-orderly. She would have expected that if the boy from last night really was the Uchiha, then someone would have spotted him by now and have caused a big commotion. But there was none of the sort.
'That's right…Naruto's on a mission right now…commotion isn't possible.' She thought she was just probably delusional or something…but she remembered feeling that warm spot on her arm last night…
"Nah." She waved it off and shook her head a bit.
She changed into more homely attire; a tank top and shorts and headed to go eat some breakfast and take some medicine. She didn't feel too well, but at least it wasn't like the horrible hangovers she got when she celebrated with the Godaime… She opened the door and stood at the doorway as she studied her view. Her regular living room and kitchen. She felt some warm air rush onto her skin as it sent a small warm shiver down her side. She looked to her right where the bathroom door was supposed to be. It was open and was emitting hot steam. Someone had used her bathtub, and by the smell, her bath salt too.
She suddenly saw black spikes rise behind her view of the back of her couch. She jumped back a little and drew out a hidden kunai. The spikes rose all the way up. Before she could even see the mysterious person's face come up, he had vanished in a blur. For a moment he was gone and she had thought she was still delusional.
"Gotta go get some tea and aspirin or something before I pass out or something…" she stood straight from her battle ready stance and shook her head a bit more.
She had only taken not even half a step when she bumped into something burning hot. She rubbed her head while she tried to open her eyes slowly. When her vision was visible again, she looked in front of her. She saw a bare and pale torso. She tilted her head up and found the dark eyes of Sasuke Uchiha staring into her.
Her breath ran short. She had trouble breathing as she backed up. He was getting closer, pressing onto her. That man was Sasuke. He was shirtless and was possibly trying to get close enough to get skin contact. It was everything she or any other girl could ever dream of. But suddenly she didn't want it anymore.
"Sakura…" He raised his hand to slowly get some hold of her. She panicked inside-she was just dying. She quickly shifted to dodge his hand and she reformed herself to straighten out her posture. He took a step into the full sunlight and stopped. God, his chest was just gleaming.
"Sakura." He repeated, more angel-like than ever.
Her eyes widened at the sound of his voice and she clenched her fists.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"…don't tell me you've forgotten. Who do I look like?" a crooked frown formed and his harsh sarcasm lingered in the air.
"…Sasuke?"
"Yes, Sakura." It was unbelievable; it took her a moment to respond to this.
"No…you're not Sasuke…he's been gone for more than 7 years." It would make them about 21 now.
"I'm back, Sakura. Who else would I be?" His face became more serious and his eye flashed from black to red.
'…he's really him? Oh god…this is a dream isn't it? If I walk past him, maybe he'll just…disappear…'
She decided to test it out. That's right-it was all a dream. It would certainly explain all the weird things happening. So, ignoring his question and taking a deep breath with closed eyes, she casually stepped aside and marched past him towards the kitchen, her head held high. But before she could walk another step, one of his rough hands caught her arm.
"Hey!" She whipped her head around.
'Not a dream at all!'
'This is insane!'
"It's really me." This time he looked at her with a softer face. Then he suddenly pinched her on her arm and she flinched.
"You thought you were dreaming, weren't you?" he smirked.
She stared up at him in awe and then rearranged her features into a scowl, rubbing her arm. She saw his gaze trail off from her face to something behind her, his smirk becoming more prominent. Turning around, she saw her…ahem, unmentionables she had left to dry on a hanger hanging on the ceiling fan. She gaped in horror and dashed to retrieve them to her room.
When she returned, he was already sitting at the kitchen table (now with a shirt on), his arms aloof and hanging from the chair. She came over and shakily pulled out a chair.
"So Sasuke, I think…" He gestured her to sit down and she did so, hesitantly.
"…let's talk." With her elbows on the table, fingers interlaced, and a confidently refined look on her face, she settled down for the upcoming interrogation.
"Sure," He smirked and mimicked her pose. "let's talk."
I take it that most of you recognize that 'bold italics' is inner Sakura and "unmentionables" are bras, panties, things that you could never yell out in public (for those that don't know.)
And I'd love some feedback, criticism, anything. Tell how my story sounds so far, and if you like the older version better or not.
I guess I'll leave it at here, at least until I get some feedback or some more time to update. Thank you for your time!
