Note: this isn't really what I'm currently working on since I have my "Welcome to Reality!" under construction. (But yes, the one who came back is a multi chapter story in a drabble form, meaning I really intended it to be just short and have a minimum of 500 words, but either way, thanks for all the reviews I get.)


being impulsive gives you two inevitable outcomes—

either the good things or the worst of the worst

sasusaku


x.

Twenty-three times of going back and forth proved that maybe I am already close to my quietus. One month ago, what I only intended to was to submit my resume for an application - I didn't intend to get myself tangled to a sudden rendezvous with a very, very familiar woman of the past; who turned out to be, my future student, too.

Last week, she brought me to the cemetery...of all the places to consider - cemetery. She found comfort next to the cemented grave of somebody else, as she spread a blanket on the ground next to it. And then she talked about the stars with me. We spent a night there together.

Yesterday, she gave me another bouquet of daffodils, and made a lunch for me.

And today was something I had already expected. "I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun. We've been caught."

I didn't press on the matter. "Don't be, I should've known of this from the start."

"But the pictures..."

"Don't be bothered by it." I reached forth to caress her cheek, "I'll protect you."

She held my hand that was on her cheek, and frowned at me. "Are you mad at me?" She started. "Annoying again, aren't I?"

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. But once I opened it again, I found anchor to her green eyes staring worriedly at me. I tucked her hair behind her ear, "you will always be annoying. You just made me lose my only job, Sakura—"

"I'm sorry."

"—but shouldn't you be happy, I could hold your hand now?"

Her expression wasn't anything close to her smiling face, all that there was in her was guilt, pursued lips, and meeting brows, but when I leaned more to soothe her, she eventually sighed and complied. Her lips drew to a soft smile - looking genuine, sincere, glad, and: "I could kiss you." I whispered out. I couldn't help myself from saying it.

Her soft smile widened a fraction, as she closed her eyes, showing a little compliance. She forwarded a little to the table, enclosing the proximity, and waited for me to do the rest.

I smirked; I couldn't careless if we were on public, or in a fast food—I studied her face for a brief moment, before I bent down to her. But instead of going to her lips like what she might have been expecting, I hovered to her forehead, and gave her a kiss. When I pulled away, she looked at me.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"Hmm?" I tended her confusion and flustered expression.

"I thought..." She trailed off, hesitating. I almost wanted to laugh at her flushed look. She looked funny.

"What? What happened to your enthusiasm?"

She snapped her head back to me, as if needing to defend herself from that. "I wasn't even enthusiastic at all a while ago. Why are even teasing me? I was really worried about you."

I shook that away dismissively. Slipping past her answer, I continued. "Have you chosen what to eat already?"

"Ah," she turned around to see the menu from up far the counter, before she gaze back at me once again. "Sundae, and fries, Sasuke-kun."

I nodded, "alright." I stood up.

But she pulled my hand halfway, so I looked down at her. Her eyes bored against mine, and then, "I'm really sorry, Sasuke-kun." She mouthed.

I ruffled her hair before I proceed to the counter to order.