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Reverse: It was time for some therapy. A sort of a drabble series.


Reverse

A Break


It was like the old times again. Uchiha Sasuke, now a grown man, found himself among his former teammates. To his left sat the silver-haired ex-teacher, and to his right sat the annoying blonde, who nudged him with a smile.

"I don't eat ramen," he spoke bitterly, and with disdain.

"Aww, come on, Sasuke! It's been so long." His broad grin widened when his ramen was served.

See? Nothing seemed to have changed. Even Kakashi was sitting silently as usual, absorbed in his Icha Icha book. The only difference, he supposed, was that it was not orange. It was red, and he caught the word "violence" on it.

And then, finally, the girl came. His former team was complete now. Except, she was no longer a girl; she had grown up to be some cool-collected, indifferent therapist.

To his surprise, the pink-haired medic sat beside Naruto and they chattered, and everything seemed to have gone back to normal. One moment, she was laughing and giggling, and the next, she was grumpy and shouting at the blonde.

Where was the "cool-collected therapist" now?

And then, she caught him by surprise again, because her pale slender finger poked him and she pouted. "You should seriously try the new ramen."

The previous strange woman was gone and it was Sakura. Sakura was someone he knew, and not the cold therapist. With an inconceivable relief surging through him, he ordered as she had suggested.

Suddenly, all three of his former teammates were eying him now, and he frowned in suspicion. He took a sip of his ramen, and instantly, his hands swept up to cover his mouth. The taste was horrible.

The three giggled like crazy.

A surge of fury coiled in his stomach (along with the revolting soup), but strangely, he felt calm, relaxed.

Everything seemed normal.

Perhaps his therapy later that day may turn out better. Perhaps she hadn't been ignoring him after all. Perhaps she still was the naïve, giggling girl he knew.

His coal-black eyes stole a glance to his far right, and upon seeing the cold jade of her eyes, he knew he was wrong.

Somewhere beneath her, he saw that same cold, indifferent therapist.


Notes: I had so much fun writing this chapter, so I hope it's fun to read as well!