Just Another Love Story

Chapter Four
Standing on the Edge of Forever

"When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on,
or you will be taught how to fly."
-Patrick Overton

Sasuke is a bastard.

There is just no other word that could perfectly describe him.

No word whatsoever.

Or maybe an extraordinaire.

A magic man?

The most amazing person I've ever met in my life?

Yeah…those could work too.

But, because they work, he is obviously a bastard.

Right?

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

NO, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU!

…but, really, could I say that?

…no.

"Yeah," I took in a deep breath as my calloused fingertips touched the cold stone at the ledge. I looked up, the cool breeze fanning my face as I viewed the horizon. The sun was long gone, but the moon sufficed, creating a totally surreal picture.

I could just hear the smirk in his voice when he smugly said, "I knew you'd like it."

I turned around, a lop-sided grin laced on my lips. "Do you think if I stood on this," I pointed to the steep concrete, creating a small shelf off the top of some building in Konoha that (surprisingly) I've never seen, "I'd fall over or something?"

"Probably,"

I pouted.

"What, with your clumsiness, it would be extremely dangerous."

I sighed, but still didn't go on the ridge. I really wanted to though, so it could feel like I was close to the sky, the stars creating a blanket to warm me and to keep all my dreams alive.

But, hey, you don't always get what you wished for.

Like when I didn't want to fall in love and remain in my little bubble because I was afraid of cheaters and gays-pretending-to-be-straight-s, and then I met Sasuke, and, well, just do the freaking math.

I turned around, rested my arms on the cold and unforgiving (almost like love) ledge and looked towards Sasuke. I watched how the light illuminated from the moon danced across his extremely pale face. It was like a picture right out a fairytale.

Or Twilight. You know, that part where Edward shoes Bella what he looks like in the sun, and he's all sparkly and absolutely ethereal looking? Well that's what he looks like.

Heh, I wouldn't mind Sasuke being my Edward—even if he isn't a vampire. Although, I don't know that for sure. He does where quite a significant amount of black and wanted to be with me tonight, in the dark, alone.

(dun dun dun)

But I directed my interest to something else; something more feasible.

"So, tell me about your previous love life?"

He turned his attention back to me. "What makes you think I don't presently have one?"

I shrugged. "Naruto."

He shook his head. "Ah."

"But what were your other serious relationships?"

"Not too many. A few in high school I guess, but nothing really."

"Growing up in someone's shadows can really affect that, right?"

His face darkened and I think he growled at me. "How do you know about him?" He said it as if his were so vile that he couldn't say it. And Itachi is a pretty hott name if you ask me.

"Naruto,"

And his face illuminated with sunshine (fine, I didn't—but it got lighter, okay?) at the sound of our best friend's name.

"That idiot really can't keep a secret, can he?"

I giggled. "Not really—but we love him anyways; especially Hinata."

"I'm still not wearing that tux."

"And when Naruto forces you to and you'll feel to guilty to say no on his special day, I'll be there to laugh at you and remind you about tonight and how you said you wouldn't wear it. It shall be priceless."

He snorted. "Almost as priceless as me telling Hinata that you slept with Naruto last night,"

I snorted right back for two can play at that game. "And I can tell Hinata about what I caught you and Naruto doing last night—and why there was a lack of whipped cream on the hot chocolates today."

He smirked. "Touché,"

'Cause I always win.

"But, in all seriousness, why am I here right now?"

"Good question. Why are you here right now?"

I hate when people play the reverse psychology card on me. "Because you asked me to be here, idiot,"

"But you didn't have to come."

"But I did."

"Why?"

"You know what mister, I asked first, so you better answer."

He sighed, smirking that 'you're annoying yet I still – oddly – hang out with you' smirk. "Because I never get to really spend time with you at work and whatnot. And you're not that bad."

"Aw! Sasu-chan is warming up to the almighty, beautiful, marvelous, all-things-good-in-the-world Sakura-sama!"

He scoffed, and then sat down next to me. "You, dear Sakura, are annoying."

"And you love it."

"Never said I didn't,"

I smiled charmingly, moving closer to him.

"I think I'm gonna risk it."

He looked over at me. "Risk what?"

"Standing on the edge," Falling in love.

But what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?

And with my words of double meaning, I stood up from my spot on the uncomfortable ledge and placed one foot on it, grabbing the railing.

Suddenly, I felt warm hands place themselves on the sides of my waist. I knew that if I turned around, I would have fallen right into him, and I wanted to save myself the embarrassment. So I trusted him.

I stood fully on the ridge only to feel two feet come behind me and arms to be fully wound around me.

I took a jagged breath when I looked out into the horizon, feeling the wind come at my face, taking all the air out of me.

That, or the incredibly handsome (and its-so-good-it-should-be-illegal smell that he emitted) man who is wrapped around me—my life support.

I'm betting on the latter.

But only because things like this just don't happen this often. Boys that are insanely good-looking just don't flirt with me and then ask me to hang out with them after work. And they definitely don't make sure that I stay safe when doing arduous and klutz-endorsing acts.

He really is my Edward.

"It's beautiful." Sasuke muttered in my ear, as I shivered from his warm breath hitting my skin. It was almost as cozy as his hands.

And speaking of said body part, they were currently tracing soothing circles at my stomach, making me tremble with delight and pleasure even more. I placed my hand on his forearm, gently stroking it with my thumb.

This felt so Titanic it wasn't even funny. Sasuke's just as hunkalicious as DiCaprio and we're both standing at the edge, him behind me, the wind blowing at my hair and me feeling so free; free from everything and anything—well, except one.

I wasn't free from love.

"Sakura, Earth to Sakura!" A few waves in front of my face caught my attention and I stopped daydreaming, looking up to the interrupter of my fantasies.

Blonde hair and blue eyes. Le sigh. "Yes Ino?"

"Well first off, you can stop pouring water into that glass," I turned to my work in front of me and realized the mess I began,

"And secondly, would you please tell me why you're dazing off when I'm discussing important matters? Did you even think about Hinata's wedding shower? Huh?"

"I'm sorry. Just an off day."

Ino gave me a mischievous stare. "Does it have anything to do with, oh, I don't know, last night?"

I offered a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

"Okay, so Naruto was closing up the coffee shop late last night with Hinata 'cause apparently they had to take inventory, but I'm still convinced that they were getting it on—and speaking of that, it makes me really self-conscious about sitting in these chairs, thinking that just the night before they could have been making sweet love on these—"

"First off, I highly doubt Hinata would do it before marriage. And secondly, continue about last night please."

Ino sighed, rolled her eyes, but nonetheless continued. "Hinata would do a lot of things you wouldn't suspect. But anyways, they were walking to the car, and then they saw two people, like, on a ledge or whatever. But anyways, one had spiky hair and the other had pink. Seriously, who else could he assume it to be? So then, when he got home, he called me and I spread the news."

"Ugh, seriously?"

Her eyes lit up. "So it's true?"

I didn't answer, but focused on cleaning up the water I split. I'm sure Ino was still waiting, and believe me, that was okay. She could wait forever.

The jingle from the door signified someone's entrance, and I looked up to have my eyes meet with dark ones. I smiled, and he smirked back, walking into the kitchen, but still keeping eye contact with me.

"So it is true." I turned back to my interrogator, sighing audibly.

"Yeah,"

Her eyes lit up again. "So do you like him? What happened? Did you kiss? Did you say you liked him?"

"I'm not sure if I like him," lie "We just talked and kinda just, I guess you could say hugged, I'm not sure. We didn't kiss. And if I'm not sure, would I really say it?"

"Is this the love story you've always dreamed of?"

No – it's even better.

"This is just a typical love story.
The boy you never wanted just steals your heart.
I never saw it coming 'till I fell so hard."
-Love Story, Katharine McPhee

Meh, pretty short. But only two weeks this time! Next shall be out much sooner, and that's a promise. Hope you enjoyed the fluff – and if not, sorry.

See ya next chapter.