Mysterious Found
By: Unknownred ©
A/N: I do not own Naruto. Since fanfiction doesn't seem to agree with my terms of stopping a setting to another, I've placed (line interceding) in between settings so you can tell which view is which. Oh! That reminds me, I know I had some spelling grammars in the last three chapters but that's because I write them before I go to bed and sometimes I don't finish until late at night (after homework and such) but I did this for all of you, so you can read and enjoy the story. So on my behalf of prying my eyes open even though I'm tempted to stall this chapter and sleep, I expect you to RxR!
P.S. – If you have questions, please don't hesitate to ask! And if I may answer any of your questions, it'd likely be told in the story. Thank you!
P.S.S. - One more thing! I'm not posting any chapters during the weekend.
The day went by fast, Sakura realized after looking out the bay window of Sasuke's kitchen. It wasn't that big, it was small actually like… Mine, thought Sakura, well, it's not like he's rich or anything…I hope. Sakura sat there, slumping over her bowl of cereal, spoon in hand and watched as she dunked the piece of fruit loop down under the milk and pop up to the surface again. He's seems like a regular kind of guy. I don't recall rich people eating cereal for breakfast.
"Might as well eat that before it gets soggy," Sasuke says coming over, also a bowl of cereal in hand and a spoon in the other and sat down across Sakura. He spooned his meal and lifted it to his mouth.
Sakura watched in interest— out of wonder, though she knew it might've been awkward watching someone eat. But, Sasuke didn't seem to mind which was weird for Sakura because if it was her eating and him watching, she'd definitely feel uncomfortable.
"Is there something on my face?" He asked, after chewing his cereal and glanced up at her.
She flushed immediately and shook her head, "No!"
He stared at her for a moment and chuckled to himself, "Well it seems my face must be interesting for you to stare at."
"I— I didn't mean to— no, I wasn't staring!" Sakura stumbled over her words, trying to correct her wordings before she makes a fool out of herself, which she kind of did anyway.
He laughed and continues to joke with her, "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to stare?"
Sakura's face erupted in red blotches, blushing wholly; she quickly looked down at her soggy cereal, trying to find something to distract her. Unnoticed, she didn't see Sasuke smirk.
Sasuke blinked back, after seeing her whole face goes red. He pursed his lips and erupted in laughter. Shaking his head, his shoulder blades trembled heavily; he could feel quick tears fill up his eyes even though they didn't spill. His laugh wasn't quite low; more of a masculine tenor tone.
Sakura looked up, eyes widen out of shock and lips parted, her bottom lip trembled in embarrassment after comprehending that he was laughing at her. She stood up abruptly; her chair screeched against the tile floors and tipped over. She sneered at him.
"You're a jerk!"
His head snapped up and his laughter immediately ceased. Straightening up, he placed both hands on the sides of the table top and glanced at her. She was still red-faced and quite angry for that matter— not really the part about him laughing at her, but because she fell for his joke in the first place. Laughing at me, what a fool I am for being so oblivious! Argh! Through her upset face, she glanced down at Sasuke who had a sad-filled expression on his face, maybe feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her. She thought to herself, he must think I'm sensitive with these types of jokes going so far… Well, two can play at that game.
"Didn't anyone tell you it's not nice to pick on someone?" Her angry face— disguisedly put up. She watched his eyes cast to the windows, paying no heed to her question. No? "Well, it's rude and you can hurt someone's feelings by joking so far… hm?"
The evening sun blared through the blinds, touching up on his face; radiating off his shoulders and making his silhouette from behind, enlarge his profile. Like Peter's shadow… She thought, her hand slowly reaching forward. She gasped inwardly as he turned his head and his eyes met hers; her hand attained in the air, midway. Their eyes seemed to move with each other, glancing sideways but held in contact. Sakura lips parted, her breathing spared as the sun vanished from the window and his features remained neutral and ordinary.
He drummed his fingers on the table top, as he sideways glanced at her, his eyes traveling about her face. How her pupils grew big and then small, at just how the sun reached past her face through the blinds, again. It took him a moment to remember to breathe and feel her eyes slowly meet his once again. The drumming had indeed snuck deep into the depths of her ears and she strained to hear her own heart beats, following in sync with the rhythms on the counter. Thump. Thump. Thump.
She imagined closing her eyes, not caring if it was embarrassing for him to watch. But as she felt the sun light hit her face, the warmness spread across her shoulders, made her want to bathe in it all day.
She swallowed. Those deep charcoal eyes, She thought, so much like Sai's. His hair too; even the skin is akin. His smirk is the same trademark, the way his lips quirk up—
She blinked. Bluntly, she snapped out of her thoughts and flushed bright red again. She did it again! She stared at him and he caught her staring! Her mouth dropped open; shooting a hand to cover her dumbness, she mentally slapped herself. He snickered and slowly stood up, leaning forward across the counter.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sakura." He crept forward, passing her face and to the side, whispered huskily into her ear. Sakura felt the blush creeping onto her cheeks as he spoke her name in syllables. "Besides, you look cute when you're embarrassed."
At this, he laughed inwardly, seeing as her ear began to choke scarlet. She stood still, firmly still. She couldn't breathe, for he was too close and she hadn't felt this way since her first meeting with Sai, freshman year. "Don't make fun of me," She could barely make out the words.
Sasuke backed away, patting her shoulder, "Come on, it's getting dark and I doubt you want to stick around here with me, alone… in this house… at night."
The sun was hidden again and Sakura's face couldn't take it anymore. The light faded, hiding Sakura's colored face as she tried breathing once again, rushing to keep her composure before the sun came back around for him to distinguish her blushing state.
She snapped her head away and snorted, "Of course not! You had your fun, now it's my turn!"
She rushed out the kitchen and towards the door, where her heels were placed near his. She sat on the step, grabbing one heel and strapping it on. She was still in her sundress, the one from the night before. I should go shopping for a new dress while I'm here! She reached for her other heel but was to slow when Sasuke came from behind her, picked up and examined the size.
"Are you sure you want to walk in these?" He asked, before handing it to her.
She took the shoe and bent forward to strap it to her foot, "Well, what other shoes can I wear that are my size?"
"Well…" He started but she interrupted again.
"I doubt you're the type to wear girl things…" She said, glancing up at him, her eye brow quirked up in curiosity, "Or do you?"
His mouth slacked, his eyes bored with a serious expression. "No, but I may have something to help you out with."
She leaned back, examining her heels that went with her sundress and stood up, brushing the dust off her bottom. She looked at him and shook her head, "It's alright. I'm fine!"
There's definitely no way I'm going to wear anything from him. I'm fine if he's gay, but I wish he isn't or else he wouldn't act the way he is now. But! He hasn't acted the way any other boy is around another girl, like Sai, he has like a split personality. Sai loves to draw, he once drew me on my birthday, standing on a bridge, looking off somewhere. It was beautiful. But he also claims to be awkwardly unsocial, which I doubt is so untrue, after all, most of the people at school seems to know him… maybe its just me…
"Are you sure?" Sasuke asked once more, his eyes softening as he looked down at her feet, her small toes poking out from the said heel.
He's such a worry-fart! Not at all like Sai. I kind of like it, actually. It's different and it makes me feel…somewhat, happy. I guess when I was with Sai, he made me feel… I don't know content but with Sasuke, it's so much different, so much to take part of… Oh why am I thinking this now! I simply can't be having fast feelings now! I've only met him yesterday! Stupid cool-looking, respectful-joking jerk!
She let out a frustrated growl and shot her hands out in aggravation, startling Sasuke with a sudden surprised expression. She grabbed the door and walked out, bracing herself as the sun hit her face but she didn't care, she simply ignored it and went on with her merry way to…
"Where the heck are we?" Her voice rose over the neighborhood fence. Exiting the house, Sasuke shook his head in amusement and tallied his way towards the venting girl in front of him.
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"Sai," She moaned from under the covers, "It's getting late."
He didn't move, his arm was wrapped around her waist tightly. "It's just your imagination, now go back to sleep."
But she couldn't. She was wide awake. Something in her mind flashed past but she couldn't place a finger on what it was. She clenched her eyes shut, thinking backwards, possibly she could think of what she was supposed to do today. But that didn't help with Sai in her bed, curled close, sleeping. It didn't help that he was her distraction. That he wanted to innocently play with her, as she recalled him saying a few hours before.
She gasped, "The tournament!"
"What tournament?" He blinked, groaning at her sudden loud voice.
"Did you forget already?" Her voice rose above a whisper, kicking at the covers. "My tennis tournament is set today, at six! What time is it?"
"I don't know." He mumbled, peeking over the covers and peered at the blinking clock that read 5:15 p.m. "It's only four." He lied, snuggling back down, sneaking a peak at her alarmed face. "Relax. Would you rather spend one more hour with me or rush to get there, finding out you're way too early?"
She bit her lip, her eyes casting down at his chest, "I don't know. I've never been late for a match before, and I'm sure if I'm ever late starting today, it's going to be your entire fault if you lie to me! Understand?"
He thought other, "What are you going to do to me if I did lie to you?"
It was silent for a few minutes, their breathings in sync. Sai didn't move, thinking she must've fallen asleep for she didn't answer quite away or even at this minute. Finally, she reached up to his ear and whispered seductively, "I'll have to punish you."
He snickered. "In that case," He ripped the covers off them and jumped out of her bed, baring her with shivers. "Get up, you have forty minutes!"
She sat up, her head snapping towards the alarm clock. Her eyes widened and she shot out of bed, walking briskly towards her closet which hung her tennis uniform. Pulling it out, she unhooked the hanger from the uniform and placed it over her head and slipped it on.
Out of this, Sai sat back on her bed and watched her get dress. She walked over to her drawer and grabbed a pair of socks. She sat down, pulling her socks on each foot. His eyes melted, traveling down up one leg at a time, up to her skirt and to her chest, and finally her face which had a worried expression written across.
"You look beautiful." His lips quirked into a smile, arms folded across his chest.
She snorted, "Yeah? Well it looks like you're enjoying yourself sitting there like that, watching me!"
He shrugged. "And you even lie to me about the time! You're such a jerk to me!"
"Jerk," He silently heard her mumble on the phone before she hung up.
"Did I miss anything?" She stood up, frantically searching around her room for anything to bring to the tournament.
"Your underwear?" Sai joked, sitting up to look at her, glancing at her skirt.
Karina got the hint immediately and went to play along, siding the joke by lifting her uniform skirt midway, not quite revealing what was underneath, "Even I know when to joke seriously!"
She stomped out of her room and ran downstairs, grabbing her tennis racket and walking into her kitchen. Sai sighed and slowly trudged out her room, following her from behind. When he reached the kitchen, Karina was bent over, searching for something to eat inside the fridge. He smirked and strolled over, swiping at her skirt which fluttered up. She gasped and back away from the fridge. Her face immediately flushed red and she glared at him who only returned an innocent look. She grabbed a bottle of water and an apple and closed the refrigerator door.
"Oh come on, I've already seen it." He laughed, shaking his head and followed her out the kitchen and onto the patio.
She bit into her apple and glared some more at Sai. After chewing and swallowing, she replied, "You mean my panties."
"I'd prefer you wear thongs instead." He grinned perversely.
"I'd prefer you shut up and help me get ready!" She grunted, pulling on her tennis shoes while eating an apple which wasn't an easy task for Karina.
"Maybe g-string bikinis would do best for you." He whispered into her ear, making shivers goes down her neck.
"Save your breath." She pulled on the other shoe, tying it, "You're not going to see me in one if I run late and not play in the state's championship game!"
He made a pout which made Karina huff in victory. She glanced up at him, while feeling her toes, the comfortable size and touch of the shoes. Just right.
"Well, shall we go then?"
"We?" She snorts out of mockery, "I don't recollect you having a car."
"I'll let you know," He began and paused, finding no evidence to go along with his wordings, "Mine's at home."
"Uh huh," She rolled her eyes and walked to her garage, turning the lights on, grabbed the keys from the wall hook and headed for her white Lamborghini Gallardo. Sai whistled behind her and almost printed her car with her hand if not for a slap to the wrist.
"Not on the hood, he's my baby."
"He?" Sai asked amusement clearly audible in his voice. "Don't you mean, it?"
Karina shook her head, and snorted, "Not often do people refer their cars as their babies, like country a she, a boat a she, a car a she, et cetera and et cetera. Now we women would like to take part of the sequence by making each and everything a he."
She pressed her car key's security button and the car bleeped, unlocking the doors. They walked and got in, seating themselves, buckling in, making sure they're comfortable.
"Oh that reminds me! Referring to 'it' earlier, I prefer we use that term to…you know." She eyed him, putting the key into the ignition and starting up the car, "And not to anything other than 'that'."
"What ever rocks your boat," Sai grinned at her, pressing the button to the garage hidden on top of her headboard mirror.
She reversed the car out from her garage and settled onto the empty streets, pressing the garage button again, the door closed and Karina reached for the radio and turned it, channeling it to 100.5, a song playing already.
Somebody That I Used To Know – Goyte
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They were walking along the sidewalk of the big bridge that crosses over the central city's Big Bay. Sail boats cruised amongst the small waves that washed over another; a big cruise ship at the nearest docks along with other boats lined up and tied to its posts. A little beach close by, teenagers hanging out, swimming, picking up shells and other treasures, holding hands, tanning or sleeping in their beach chairs or towels. There were little children making sand castles, playing tag, or floating in the shallow waters either with their friends or parents, splashing about making happy noise. There also were dogs being walked, taken cared of, and petted by other people, elder people cuddled against each other or walking with their phones to their ear, talking, laughing, and even yelling to get a point straight across. It was one of those moments where Sakura felt mostly at home, like living in a memory she chosen not to ever cross by or remember. She simply wanted to erase whatever they had between them away. But, she knew she couldn't change the past. It was impossible!
Out of no where, a wind started picking up, trees began to gesticulate to and fro, and the joy from below started to fade. Sakura stood atop the bridge, her hands gripping the rails, her hair whipping back and forth from her face. She stared beyond the horizon, waiting to see the sun set before her very eyes, wanting to see how strange it would be for the sun to look so humongous out of no where, in one spot, different from Sai's paintings. She didn't want to think about him, but for some reason every time she either opens her mouth or thinks about something entirely unnecessary, it seems to lead all the way back to Sai. Sai. Sai. Sai. SAI. SAI!
Whap! Sakura jerked back from the railing, her hand to her face, covering the stinging spot of where the wind slapped her hair against it. Sasuke stood besides her, glancing down at the bay that he didn't see what happened to Sakura. One he looked up, she was crouching, her face between her knees.
"Hey, are you getting land sickness?" He asked, jokingly. She sat back, her face revealed. His eye brows quirked in confusion and then he saw it. The whip mark from the left side of her temple to below her left eye; his lips formed an 'O' before he reached out, brushing his fingers against the hair imprint.
"Will it leave a scar?" Sakura asked dramatically, actually bringing a hand to her head and facing away.
Sasuke frowned for a second, turning his head down the street and back up, then he turned to Sakura and knelt down to her level and grinned, "Shall we catch a cab and bring you to the ER? I'm pretty sure they'll know what to do…"
"Just for a wind burn?" Sakura snapped her attention back at Sasuke, her other hand covering her left eye, "They'll probably wrap my head in gauze and I'll be a walking zom-head!"
"Well, what do you want me do?" Sasuke faked a growl, "Kiss your booboo's away and make you feel all better?"
Sakura gazed at him; her lips trembled in holding in a giggle, "If you think that'll help?"
Sakura didn't mean for her question to get out of hand or at least, give little choice to Sasuke who was struggling to find words that'd fit her sarcasm. "What choice do I have?"
Sasuke gently removed her hand from her face and lowered it to her waist, then with his other hand, cupped her chin and leaned forward where his lips were inches away from her eye. Sakura instantly felt her cheeks begin to burn, starting from her ears, then her neck. She sat there innocently, and not at all tense as she should be, but there he was leaning forward, his eyes barely close and there she was staring at his lips getting closer and closer.
"RAPEST!" the last words ended in laughter as a white Lamborghini Gallardo whizzed by.
Sakura and Sasuke jumped back, the words intended towards Sasuke who glanced away, out of embarrassment? Is he mad that he didn't get to kiss me? Disappointed, maybe? Sakura thought, looking away as well, after the white car. She thought she had recognized the familiarity of the person's yell but dismissed the thought of it. She didn't seem to notice when Sasuke got up from his kneeling position and offered her a hand.
She looked at it before bringing her hand forward and letting him help her up. He really is a gentleman… better than Sai would ever be. There she went again, and this time she almost physically smacked herself in front of Sasuke.
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Was that Sakura? I thought I saw pink hair… Sai thought to himself. He closed the window, the fast wind making a whipping sound and had brought Sai back to his senses.
Karina glared at him, at the road in front of them and then back at Sai.
"That was rude, you know!" She spoke, "I wanted to join in afterwards, 'Someone, call 911!'."