Us
by mse123
It all started when he has forgotten his History book. It happens to everybody, right? But, forgetting it continuously for two months? Now, that doesn't sound really common.
"Forgot your book again, Sasuke-kun?"
He just glances at her and she doesn't need to hear "Yes, I did". She fishes the thick book with her long thin fingers from her purple schoolbag. She opens it gently at the new chapter, "The middle ages," which is her favorite, all those stories about knights in shining armors fighting for their loved lady intrigue her and also make her sigh quietly, wondering when it will be her time to say with a false suffering "Please, don't fight for someone like me!". She looks at the dark haired boy next to her who is checking some Facebook messages from his fangirls. Everything about him is perfect: the contrast between his perfect milky skin and his ebony bangs, the darkness of his eyes…He is like an Apollo who landed on this world. She feels so…plain staying next to him, even with her unusual pink hair tracing her face and her emerald eyes that vibrate at every emotion. Their teacher, Kureani Yuuhi, enters the classroom and writes on the blackboard the pages that they need to read. Sakura smiles at the pictures of the gorgeous dresses of the girls, giggling at their complicated hairstyles. Her feminine laughter catches the boy's attention, his eyes analyzing her petite figure. But she doesn't realize that she is being watched, if only she knew…
The bell rings, announcing another fateful break. The once deserted corridor it's now full of teenagers who are carrying books or trying to learn for a test.
"Bye, Sasuke-kun! See you on Friday!" She waves her hand and leaves rapidly, like a bird on the bright blue sky.
Friday comes and Sakura contemplates the fastness of time, propping her soft right cheek in the palm of her hand, touching tenderly the cover of their History book, treasuring it, knowing that it is the element that is keeping them close. It's because it means so much to have you by my side. Everybody comes in, a sign that the hour must start. But, where is he?
"Today, Uchiha Sasuke will be absent. Unfortunately, he is ill." their teacher says.
The pair of green eyes widens a little, sadness distorting her face. She closes her eyes and shrugs her shoulders. Perhaps she will go to see him.
She stops in front of the huge mansion, reading the silver plate: The Uchiha Family. She breathes in deeply, trying to keep her emotions under control.
"Breath in, breath out. Good." The girl encourages herself. Her hand stretches to the knob of the gate, but, as quickly as a butterfly moves its wings, she dahses in the opposite direction. After passing lots of people who look at her worriedly or curs her for her clumsinness, she stopps behind a corner, hands resting on her kness, in an attempt of regayining her steady respiration. She slaps her forehead, feeling stupid for her cowardness.
"Oh, God. Why me?! Why me?!" She stomps her foot angrily.
Another sunny day is here, along with another chance for the pink haired teenager.
"Come on! You can do it! You've been trough worse!" Once again, her delicate hand makes its way to the same (damned) knob. Suddenly, she hears the front door of the house opening . Her instinct overtakes her body and her feet move uncounciusly, guiding her to the back of a tall tree. Realyzing where she is, she hits her head repeatedly in the trunk, murmuring "Stupid" for countless times.
"Just turn the knob." She closes her eyes, looking as she is just about to blow the candles from her birthday cake. The gate opens with a low creak.
"Good one." she says in her mind proudly. Her light steps take her to a brown door which opens instantly, leaving Sakura with her hand in the air and revealing a long haired woman which resembles her colleague.
"What a lovely lady! Come in, come in!" Sakura, mesmerized, lets the short beauty in front of her to pull her in his house. Red adorns her puffy cheeks.
"Sasuke-chan! Somebody is here for you!"
"No,madame, please! You don't have to wake him up. If you allow me, I'll go upstairs to see Sasuke-kun." Sakura waves her hands frantically, trying to convince the lady that her offer is the best.
"Nonsense. And call me Mikoto!" She winks playfully at her.
"Mom…I swear, if you let another fan-Sakura?" his midnight eyes peer at her trough his sleepy eyelids. He sighs, one if his few habits. "Follow me." He turns around and climbs the stairs that guide to his room. Sakura sprints after him, a smile forming on her rosy lips. She steps in his dark-blue room with gentle steps like a delicate ballerina.
"Something new?" he asks in a raspy voice.
"Well, we didn't do English this week because Kakashi-sensei was absent, but I think that he was so captured in his perverted books that he even forgot that he has a job." At this, he chuckles and a proud smile illuminates her features. "We started equations, which are kind of interesting. Oh, and we need to…" But her words don't reach him anymore, hypnotized by her smell, by her kind voice, by her luscious hair, by everything that includes her. And he only knows one thing: that he presses his lips on hers in a pure gentle kiss.
A/N: I hope that you liked this chapter. Thank you for adding this story in your following/favourite list of stories and writing those encouraging reviews! Love you! :)
