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Chapter 3:
Sasuke
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Rubbing his sore jaw, Sasuke slid his dark gaze over to his pink hair teammate.
Team Kakashi had just finished up a team training session and was in the middle of leaving the grounds for a late lunch, but food was the furthest thing on the Uchiha's mind. It was how Sakura, yes Haruno Sakura, won for the fourth time in a row in a free for all, battle royale, against the other members of the team. It was a phenomenon that none of them could figure out, and with her sudden wins, it was beginning to become an annoyance for Sasuke.
Apparently the filter from his thoughts to his mouth had ceased to function, because the last thing Sasuke remembers seeing for ten whole minutes was a gloved fist aimed right at him.
That was five minutes ago.
"Sakura," She looked over her shoulder without giving away anything. "Have dinner with me."
Sure it wasn't really a question, but Sasuke wasn't worried. Sakura had always wanted to go on a date with him.
She blinked at him for a moment. "Can't," She drones out; turning right back around. "Already have plans."
Just as they stepped out on the main road, Sasuke watched Sakura instantly perk up. With a quick goodbye, she made a beeline to a tea house on the other side before taking a seat across a man who looked similar to Nara.
It was only when the rest of the team was half to Ichiraku Sasuke realized that Sakura had actually said no about going on a date with him.
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~ sasyd