He was a
believer.
strawberry
tomato
lollipop
Naruto didn't want her to come. He said, it would not be a pretty sight, Sakura-chan. When the three of them get drunk, he, Kakashi and Sasuke, they tend to forget their boundaries. They had a tendency to lose themselves.
Sakura was reclining on his sofa while he dressed. "What do you think I am? A child? I'm already 18. I can handle such scenarios where you fucked a woman in red dress with red hair," Naruto cringed. Oh yeah. He remembered.
"Kakashi singing messed up songs while necking and Sasuke…hmm," She screwed up her face as she combed her hair. "Oh well, I've never seen Sasuke in a state of pure bliss."
"Whatever." He wore a bright orange FUCKED UP DEMON SO GET OUT OF MY WAY shirt. It was custom made. Sakura made the shirt herself.
"Besides, I wanna try sake." She said, beaming.
Naruto looked at her sharply. "It wasn't only sake you wanted to try."
She grinned. "What do you mean?"
"The pub house we're going in is famous for its drugged sake." Naruto pointed out harshly, running his long fingers through his wild blonde hair.
"So?" she raised a delicate brow. "I bet it would taste a lot of fun."
"Shut up." The blonde ANBU Commander snapped. "The effects of drugged sake are dangerous."
Sakura sat up, glowering dangerously. "You shut up, Naruto. I'm 18 and therefore entitled to make my own decisions so quit acting like my mother—" she froze.
So was Naruto.
She went out of his room.
Naruto sighed.
.
.
He knocked on her door.
She didn't answer it.
"Sakura-chan?" he called.
Silence.
He let out a loud sigh.
"Fine. We'll go. You can go. Come on. Don't get mad."
There's a ruffle inside and the door swung open, revealing a very happy Sakura dressed in red skirt that was inches from showing her underwear and white spaghetti strap blouse with a plunging neck line. "You call those clothes?" Naruto said, disgusted. She's hot and beautiful but…he cringed. "Those are not clothes."
She made a face. "You're such a spoilsport. These are clothes. Now should we go?"
"Not in that fucking dress. You looked like you're handing invitations of free sex!"
She smiled sinisterly. "Really? Want one?"
Naruto shook his head. "Change into something longer and bigger. A longer skirt, a bigger blouse. Come on, hurry up. Ah no, you do as I say if you want to visit that pub. Now go. Change." He pushed her inside her room.
"Fuck you, Naruto!"
"Ah, don't say that. I might yield to your invitation." He gave her a dazzling smile.
She shot him a look of pure disgust. "Go to hell. I'd rather lost my virginity to Kakashi than get fucked by you." Naruto winced. She grinned. "I heard you never made your girls scream."
"Who told you that?"
She shrugged. "Wait for me." She went back to her room and changed into a tight white dress so tight that it molded her breasts perfectly, making them fuller and bigger with a skirt a bit longer than her previous one. Her undergarments were almost visible under the silk garment.
"How's this?" she asked innocently, a feigned look of childlike wonder on her pretty face.
Naruto groaned. Sasuke will kill him. It's a lot worse.
"You're hopeless. I said a bigger blouse. Now your chest looks like it's gonna burst."
"Let's just get it on, okay?"
He groaned.
Sasuke will definitely kill him.
.
.
"What is that…dress?" Sasuke hissed. "Damn, is that a dress at all?"
Sakura looked up to Sasuke's smoldering eyes and beautiful face.
"You're pathetic. You don't know what a dress is?"
He grabbed her close. "Don't go smart on me, Sakura. You looked like a whore."
She smirked. "Only to you. For them, I looked like a goddamn goddess. So Uchiha, paws off."
His grip tightened. She's right. Men inside the pub were all staring at her, with eyes wide open, ready to devour her with longing gazes. Some were obviously aroused just at the sight of her.
"Fuck, you go home now."
"Who the hell do you think you are, Uchiha Sasuke, to order me around?"
"You said it yourself. I am Uchiha Sasuke."
"Hands OFF. I mean it." She warned, her eyes darkening. But he only smirked down to her, devilishly so. Gritting her teeth, she raised her arm to sock him but he deflected it; she raised her leg to kick but he twisted her arm around her. They continued to struggle, Sakura giving blows, Sasuke deflecting them and holding her tightly close.
"Hey, hey, what's up?"
"Kakashi, get him off me!" Sakura hissed.
"Ah, getting hasty are we?"
"Shut the hell up. Look at her." Sasuke snapped.
"Huh? Ah, I see. That's a splendid dress."
"Fuck you! Do you want her to get raped?"
"Sakura's a superb ninja. She won't be violated unless she wants to."
"Oh shut up. Sasuke, HANDS OFF. I swear I'll beat you to a pulp until you're senseless and heal you again and BEAT you again but why the hell will I waste my chakra? Why don't I just kill you now and throw you to hell so you can get YOUR STINKING UCHIHA PAWS OFF ME!"
Sasuke released her, scowling heavily at her. "Suit yourself." And he went deeper through the crowd of dancing couples.
"Ah. Don't get upset, Sakura. He's just…"
"What?" she snapped.
Kakashi chuckled. "Just enjoy your night off. Where's Naruto?"
"Probably screwing a girl in red dress."
"Ha, ha, you still haven't forgotten?"
"It's…argh, see ya around. I need a drink." She squeezed through and found the bar. She sat down beside a man. "One sake, please,"
The bartender smiled. "You sure, Sakura-san?"
She frowned. "How did you know my name?"
"The glorious Team Seven, of course I know you and your teammates. You four are celebrities."
"Whatever." Somehow, Sakura had an idea why they were considered "glorious". "One sake, please,"
"Right away, ma'am." He gave her a cup full with sake. "Just be careful, ma'am. Our special sake is…very intoxicating."
"I know. This night club's specialty is drugged sake." She said with a smirk.
The bartender smiled.
She down the contents in one swallow. The bartender was amazed. "Wow… that was great…" she smiled.
"One more."
The bartender smiled.
.
.
She was getting high. High. High. High.
High.
High.
"Amazing…" she slurred. "Amazing…" she consumed her ninth cup. Suddenly, she was in the sky and weightless. She wanted to dance. To feel a body against her. She turned to the man beside her. She gave him a seductive smile, her eyes unusually bright, greener and wider.
"Let's dance!"
The man grinned. "Sure, babe."
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Sasuke was consuming his fifth cup of sake when he noticed a freaking familiar hair color.
Pink.
Lots of it.
Pink hair.
Sakura.
He squinted. It was dark to see but he was positive that it was Sakura dancing with a random stranger. He was about to march up there and rip her away from the man when his logic kicked in. He was not her keeper. He had no right to restrain her from doing things she wanted to do.
He was not her mother.
But he kept seething, watching her dancing with a man whose hands were touching— no shit, groping her ass, his other hand gripping her hip, and his one leg between her thighs.
And the worst?
The goddamned little bitch was enjoying it.
.
.
Her breathing quickened. Her palms were sweaty. Her eyes were dark and cloudy. Her whole body was sweating with delicious aroma.
She wanted this.
This high feeling.
But if only…
If only…
If only…I'm dan—
"Whoa!" her dancing partner exclaimed before being ripped away from her. "What the hell—"
"You idiot."
She looked up drowsily to the shadowed face of Uchiha Sasuke.
If only…I'm dancing with Uchiha Sasuke.
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.
"Sasuke-kun, let's go on a date!"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, let's have lunch together!"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, let me hold your hand."
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, let me bandage your wound!"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, why don't you rest on my lap?"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, let's attend the Christmas festival together!"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, don't go!"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, will you walk me home?"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun, will you protect me?"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun—"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun—"
"No."
"Sasuke-kun—"
"No."
"Why?"
"…"
"Okay."
"…?"
"Why do I even bother? You would say no anyway."
"…"
"But still… I'm hoping you'll say yes."
.
.
"Liar." Sasuke hissed.
He saw her eyes narrowed. He smirked. You lied to me. You fucking lied to me.
Liar.
I love you with all my heart!
I love you with all my heart!
I love you with all my heart!
His eyes narrowed this time.
"Sasuke? What the hell do you think you're doing?" she slurred.
Liar.
"Stop staring at me that way!" she snapped, her body swayed but he held her upright.
I believe in you.
He thought bitterly and some alien feeling dominated his being and he angrily ravaged her mouth. She moaned and clung to him desperately as she pressed herself against him. His kiss became ravenous, almost crazed as he gnawed her bottom lip before forcing his tongue inside her mouth.
I love you with all my heart!
…
…
I believe in you.
.
.
She moaned as she raked her fingers through Sasuke's dark hair. She pulled on his hair as his mouth continued to plunder inside her mouth hungrily. She sucked his tongue greedily like lollipop causing Sasuke to growl like a wild animal. In response, he groped her ass tightly, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her heartbeat and the fullness and perfect roundness of her chest.
The music became creepily haunting. His tongue went wild inside her mouth; she tried hard not to moan in sheer pleasure but her tongue began to move in rhythm with his.
… he's so good with his tongue… she thought groggily, getting intoxicated.
She gasped as she felt him pushed his thigh upwards between her legs. She hyperventilated and his tongue inside her mouth made breathing impossible. Things between them became hotter as he rubbed his thigh against her crotch; she moaned and her face went red as her wetness penetrated through the thin cloth of her black lacy panties.
He began to chew on her plump bottom lip, rubbed his thigh harder against her wetness making her gooier. Gasping, she groped his neck, pushing his tongue off her mouth and jammed her tongue instead inside his mouth.
Groaning, he sucked hard on her tongue. Sakura's knees buckled; strong muscular arms wrapped around her waist in response, gripping her tighter, pressing her body harder to his. She could not breathe anymore… she needed oxygen… but his mouth was so deliciously… intoxicating. His frenzy kisses sent her to an orgasmic bliss.
This… is… a dream.
.
.
Images of her six years ago filled the Uchiha's head.
The way she cried to him to stay.
The way she begged to him.
The way she said,
I love you with all my heart!
But everything… everything… every fucking thing was a lie.
She lied to me.
"Maybe…it was just pity that drove me to love you back then."
She lied to me.
"You're so lost, so lonely. You're alone in this world while I have a family to call my own."
She said she loved me.
"It was all lie. Infatuation. They're right. What I feel was… infatuation."
She lied to me.
So he kissed her harder, hungrier almost devouring her plump lips. The enticing beat of music encouraged him to do more… to fuck her right there, hear her beg to fuck her harder, to hear her scream as he dive inside her.
His hatred, the shattered belief of her ethereal love was driving him to the brink of insanity. He wanted to violate her in ways she cannot imagine.
He felt his fragile heart cracking.
"Maybe…it was just pity that drove me to love you back then."
He remembered: he was expecting her to ask him out on a date. She was standing in front of him, eyes cold. He frowned at the look of her eyes but waved it off.
But what she said struck him mute.
"I…don't love you anymore."
He remembered his trembling fists.
"No. I think I didn't love you at all."
He remembered her eyes, those cold eyes.
"Maybe…it was just pity that drove me to love you back then."
He can still recall how she painfully smiled.
"You're so lost, so lonely. You're alone in this world while I have a family to call my own."
He remembered how he stared at her like an idiot.
"It was all lie. Infatuation. They're right. What I feel was… infatuation."
He remembered how he watched her walked away.
"Sasuke, to me, you're a teammate. Now, I will move on. Setting myself free from my blind obsession of you made me realize that…I was being a fool for a long time."
He remembered… it was raining when she left him.
"I will get strong. I will strive hard. I won't give you a reason to pity me and protect me."
The rain poured heavier.
She shattered the belief that made him sane all these years. The belief that he clung onto so desperately…
I believe in you.
He thought bitterly.
I believe in you.
His world spun.
You told me you love me.
Spinning—
I believed it.
Spinning—
I believed that you loved me.
If only he could tell her:
That's why I strive to be strong.
That's why I strive to keep alive all these years.
That's why I stayed six years ago.
Because…
You said you loved me.
