SasuSaku Month 2015

Day O3 – Carnival

i.

He walked down the halls, too tired to even pretend he was listening to the blond goofball incoherent rambling; sigh, days were plain as his features that utterly lacked colour, he thought. And so, he unconsciously passed a breath of ever so fresh air cornered by shiny petals of cherry blossom; he turned around unable to see her face as her feet were engaged in a sprint – she must've been hurrying somewhere – but he knew who she was and so, his heart thug at his chest.

May we meet again.

ii.

"You're so energetic, Sakura!" Ino huffed, attempting a temple massage.

"If only you used your energy on our club activities instead of complaining all of the time." Green eyes were immersed in the form of her body as she swung sideways.

"Don't get me started, forehead."

"Then move those hips, pig."

iii.

"Haruno Sakura-chan? Teme!"

The raven haired regretted having looked her way as his eyes steered away from the overly excited cerulean ones belonging to his idiot of a best friend.

"You like her, don't you! I got you, teme!"

He threw his hands in his pockets as he hissed, turning around to walk away at what felt like 100 miles per hour; Naruto absolutely had to be stopped from noticing the slight flush in his cheeks.

iv.

"You were born to dance." Ino noted, watching her friend closely as her feet gently tapped the floor, back arching, body spinning in soft, feminine motions.

Haruno Sakura, as she grew to know her, represented the apogee of life itself; she was intense as a burning flame as forest green orbs focused on whatever faded thing but still she was as changing as the water dripping out of a bottle – whenever she passed you, she did not go unnoticed, it would be a crime. Soft, pink tresses shaking as she ran, spring fell upon you.

But that was not all there was to it. Haruno Sakura was the queen of femininity when she swung her slim body; she was the weird, lively girl that would draw a purple rhombus sign in the center of her larger than average forehead without any particular reason and she felt unapproachable, unattainable – still, Ino felt that that was about to change.

v.

"Tch."

Sasuke attempted calming down as he slid out the kitchen door.

"I won't be able to come home this weekend after all."

It had been this way for a while, his brother delaying their reunion. The course his life took ever since his parents' accident was as colorless as the dark spikes on his head, that he'd just run his fingers through. However, whenever he thought of boredom and predictability, he also saw pink before his eyes and sooner than he knew it tainted his cheeks as well.

vi.

"You have to ask her out. You. Have. To."

"Lay off, dobe."

Patience reaching its peak – and with Uzumaki Naruto, that was pretty easy – both of his hands sprung to his golden locks, tugging at them as he hyperventilated; for a moment, though as he threw himself at his antisocial best friend, mimicking strangling him. As Sasuke leaned back on his heel to take in the impact before he pushed the lively idiot away, his back surprisingly hit something.

Having been caught off guard, onyx and cerulean fell upon the intruder only to be rendered silent by the sight of that same intriguing sign drawn on the forehead of a beautiful girl, but she wasn't wearing her uniform in favor of a pastel pink ballerina dress, tight on her curves.

"Oi, teme, apologize." Naruto whispered, still not taking his eyes off the doll like figure of Haruno Sakura.

Sasuke gulped and … stared, to say the least. Turning his head away, he uttered a 'sorry' and walked away.

vii.

Stretching towards her tiptoes once more, Sakura contemplated; she felt passion well in chest whenever she fell prey to the music. However, whenever she stood in place, she felt empty, alone; so she moved, and ran, and jumped, and sang so she wouldn't have time to think about the lack of everything else in her life.

And, for a moment, thought of Uchiha Sasuke who bumped into her the other day when she was taking a break, thinking of how careless he seemed and how it didn't seem to particularly bother him at all.

She did anything she could think of but keep her feet on the ground; so, in that moment, she thought of how relaxing it would've felt to just lay around, with someone maybe.

viii.

"Roses are way too mainstream." The blond girl said, pulling her thick ponytail behind her back, eyes fixated on her peculiar customer.

"Maybe you should try gardenias. You know, they symbolize secret feelings."

He hissed, scratching his head. Not quite there.

"Picky, aren't you." She sighed.

"Why did you come to me for help, then?"

He turned around, embarrassment clearly showing up through his collected façade.

"Because you would know her."

She sighed once again, crossing her arms on her developed chest, eyes sprinkling with curiosity.

"How long have you been meaning to ask her out?"

A while.

"Beauty … A flower that symbolizes beauty, or something that should be admired?"

Mouth slightly parted at the boy's sincere and pure feelings as well as lightly blushing cheeks and avoiding gaze, she blushed herself. Maybe Sakura actually found her match; a clearly handsome guy, that is.

"White carnation is it." She replied, turning to the counter as her lips curved into a genuine smile.

ix.

"Do it."

"Not now, idiot."

"For God's sake, teme! How long do you think I'm going to wait with you in front of the door of the modern dance clubroom?!"

Eyes shut as he gripped the bouquet tight, the Uchiha slammed his palm against the wooden door as to support and calm himself; it wasn't normal, how one's heart could bear so freaking fast that he'd have a heart attack any moment.

Throwing him off balance, the door slid open, emerald eyes searching around confused. Moving upwards to meet charcoal eyes that could no longer see clear, Sakura frowned.

"Can I help you, Sasuke-kun?"

At the sound of his name coming out of her silky lips, he gulped and engaged himself in moving his body; failed.

Then, as if things weren't already completely awkward he felt himself crashing onto her – Naruto had given him a little push.

I'll kill him, definitely.

Then, instantly reminded of why he was angry at the blond idiot, he felt something tugging at his shirt. Slim fingers crumpled the material as her face was being painted in the shade of his favorite vegetables, tomatoes.

And he pushed himself away, maybe a tad too fast as she lost her balance for a second there.

"I… ugh, sorry."

She looked up at him and he felt breathless; she smiled.

"It's okay. What can I do for you?" her eyes wandered from his face down to the bouquet in his hands.

Mimicking the movement of her eyes, he steered away from her gaze.

"These are carnival. Carnival flowers, yeah."

She frowned, confusion written all over her dolly face.

"You mean … carnation, right?"

Fuck.

"Yeah, that. These are ugh … for you."

Her eyes sparkled as emerald traced its way back to charcoal.

"What?"

"Please go out with me." Was all he said before slamming the bouquet into her lap and turning around, leaving the room in less than 5 seconds.

However, he waited by the door, unable to move even more. What he heard next convinced him of murdering Naruto later on.

"I love you from my head to-ma-toes?" she read, confused. "Who would've thought Sasuke-kun would write such cheesy lines…" she giggled.

And thus he stormed off, fervently looking for his nowhere-to-be-found friend. However, judging what partial reply he heard from her, he knew he'd have reasons to see her again. And again. After all, just like said, she was a carnival herself – bringing music, color and life into her world.