Malignant
Chapter 4
By: RobinSparkelz
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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-September-
When Sasuke wakes up, the first thing he sees is red, he blinks blearily his body still in the grip of sleep as he tries to comprehend what he is seeing. It is strange he thinks that he is so disorientated, he never usually sleeps deeply. He identifies the mass of red as Karin's head which is resting on his bare chest, her arm languidly draped across him. The first thought that crosses his mind is if they had sex, after all these months had they finally? He quickly answers his internal question with a swift no, as he remembers that Karin, had come to bed later, because she was busy talking to her cousin. Her cousin. He feels extremely strange as he imagines another person in his house, and not just another person, another women. Somehow that seems important.
After he extracts himself from Karin, he takes a shower, and dresses, casually because its Saturday, even though he plans on heading to the office.
When he enters the room again, Karin is awake, lying vertically across the bed. " You going in today?" She asks, as she props herself up.
"Hn" he answers, as he sits on the edge of the bed, bending down to lace his boots.
"You look really casual." At first glance, her words are meaningless, but Karin's voice is small as she says it, and he can't help but frown at the implications, of her statement.
" Let's meet for lunch." He says, instead of addressing, her statement.
"Sakura and I were planning on going out."
"We can still meet for lunch."
There is a pause before she says, "Alright, half past one?"
He turns around to face her, and nods. "Ichiraku?"
She smiles at that. "Ichiraku." She repeats.
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The office is milling with people when he gets there, and he nods at his colleagues as he makes his way to his office. His secretary is there, even though she has no reason to be there on a Saturday. But it's not hard to come up with the reason, of why she is. "Uchiha-san" she greets, her voice low in a attempt to be sultry, he barely glances at her, as he heads into his office.
Karin's suspicion of him, irks him, he has never once been even tempted to be unfaithful to his wife. Even now, as he questions his love for her, he would never hurt her that way, because she had been there, when he needed her she had been there.
Slowly as he immersed himself in work, thoughts of Karin settled to the back of his mind. And he felt the tension ease from his shoulders as he reviewed his case, and got lost in the legal jargon.
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Ichiraku, was a ramen stall, that had spanned into a fully fledged diner, as its popularity grew, it was situated in Konoha Square, right across the central fountain, that dominated the marble tiled inner court, he sat on a worn wooden bench under one of the numerous oaks, and admired the old, yet timeless facade that dominated the square, the intricately carved arches and stone cornices. He tipped his head back, the tinkling of the fountain, lulling him contentedly. Until he heard Karin's voice calling for him, "Sasuke!"
He sat forward, in the bench, his gaze searching for her, she was making her way to him, a bright smile on her face, dressed in a snow white sun dress, and a equally white hat, her hair a beacon of color against the white, but it was what he saw next to her, or rather who, that set his heart beating faster, Sakura was a vision of color compared to Karin, her petal pink locks were curled and piled up in a messy bun, atop her head, long multicolored feathery earrings hang from her ears and brushed her neck, she had a floral printed short jumpsuit on, exposing the lightly tanned skin of her thighs and shapely legs, his eyes treacherously roamed her body, stopping at her bright red wedge sandals, and pearl painted toes.
"Have you been waiting long?" Karin asked as they reached him.
"No." He answered in monotone, trying to abate the flush that had crept up his neck, he had no reason to be feeling this way, so he brushed the multitude of confusing emotions away, leaning over to peck Karin on her cheek, and remove the bags she was laden with from her hands.
He hardly paid attention to Karin's chatter as they walked over to Ichiraku, and certainly didn't realize that he was unconsciously, admiring the curve of Sakura's behind, as she walked ahead of them.
Except for a brief smile on her part and his nod in return, they had barely acknowledged one another.
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Sakura, knew Karin's husband was good looking, she had seen the wedding pictures, even though she hadn't attended the wedding -the relationship between her mother and Karin's, had been worse than just strained like it was now - but by the lord, pictures did not do the fine male specimen sitting across her justice.
Yes, he was Karin's husband, and of course she would never think of him in that way, but a women could look, and a women could appreciate.
She had literally blushed red, when she saw him from across the square, casually lounging in a bench, but he looked even better when he stood up, he was wearing jeans, untidily tucked into boots, and a denim shirt, that was sexily rolled up to his elbows revealing strong forearms, and his hair, mussed and falling into his eyes. She flushed all over again, as she pretended to pursue her menu.
They were seated in a booth, Sasuke and Karin across from her, the owner had greeted Sasuke by name, and seated them in a corner booth next to a window overlooking the fountain in the square.
She glanced furtively, over her menu, curious to see how Karin and he interacted. She was well aware of the strain, their marriage was in, Karin having confided in her, it had made her apprehensive to accept Karin's offer of staying with them but Karin truly believed that another presence in the house would help them, how she wasn't exactly sure, but she would do it for her, for Karin, someone extremely important to her.
Outwardly she mused they seemed fine, he was obviously extremely introverted, and Karin's more outgoing demeanor should have balanced them out, but somehow it didn't - it was strange but there was just something off to her, it was like her cousin was trying way to hard and he was completely oblivious to her. They didn't act married, they barely acted together, and Sakura was beginning to feel like moving in with them was one of her worst ideas yet.
The quiet at their table was unnerving her, and she glanced up, deciding to flag down the waiter, before she died of discomfort, only to find Sasuke staring at her.
Only she didn't think he realized he was.
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Note: Hi, so I decided to add Sakura at the end, because for the story to progress, we need her, because she is more emotionally apt than Sasuke.
Sasuke's description of Sakura is unconscious, he is attracted to her, but he doesn't really realize it, or want to acknowledge it. So I think I'm doing two chapters per month - so there'll be another September one.
We getting to real SasuSaku action, but it won't be quick. Sakura was ogling him, yes, but nothing more, she was just appreciating Sasuke's looks.
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