Author's Note: Third chapter here! It's not really a continuation of the last, just a random something I picked up out of nowhere. But no worries, I'm not leaving the Itachi-tomato-spandex-thing hanging, its up for a later date. Enjoy!
And thanks for all the reviews! I'm so glad people actually like this!
Disclaimer: Naruto is sheer genius, and I have an IQ of about 150. Not really Einstein now, am I?
-Solitaire-
Third Deck- Got milk?
So there she sat, with a milk moustache adorably smeared over her upper lip. It seemed just like one of those "Got milk?" ads where someone famous dons a ridiculously exaggerated pose, all to show off how utterly fascinating you become when you engage in a habit of messily drinking milk.
But don't me wrong, I never for once thought that Sakura ever looked ridiculous.
Good heavens, no, she never looks anything short of perfection. Yeah, I'm babbling… But she's a good subject as any when you're off rambling about something…
Yeah, off topic there, sorry. This is supposed to be about how two people fell in love by a game of solitaire. Incredibly cliché, is it not? Bur utterly true… Utterly, completely, totally true… And it's our story, hers and mine; Sakura and me, Sasuke.
Anybody ever felt that ring to it? You know, Sakura and Sasuke? Just sounds right, doesn't it? Well, I think so, and I'm willing to bet she does too.
Oh, now she's got some sort of cream on her cheek. Really, that girl, even icing seems to get attracted to her. And can you blame it? When she's just sitting there, looking absolutely gorgeous, even with a milk moustache and a smudge of strawberry something on her left cheek. As utterly ridiculous as it sounds, it matches her hair. And I happen to love the color of her hair. Because it matches her. Because it means Sakura.
And I just happen to find myself falling in love with this girl so sweet, not even icing can make her sweeter. Not that I'd ever admit it yet, because as we've previously discussed, denial is my friend. I won't go traipsing over that bridge any time soon…
There. There's that wonderful smile of hers, yes, still with the milk moustache and the smudge of strawberry. She's just won another game of solitaire, and I wonder if they make tomato-flavored icing… She turns back to me, and suddenly, that smile becomes wider, turns into a grin, actually, as she bends over and-
"You've got a bit of strawberry cream here, Sasuke."
And giggles. And my face feels so flushed it's like I've forgotten how it feels like to breathe. Inhale, exhale. C'mon Sasuke, you've been in worse situations like this… And the funny thing is, the whole being unable to breathe thing didn't feel bad at all. I know, I know, life-threatening situations in general are supposed to feel awful, but this… Having her smooth fingers slowly brush over my lips sends butterflies down my stomach, and it's a warm, fuzzy feeling that sends shivers up and down my spine. The good kind, of course.
She must have noticed me staring then, for all of a sudden, she looked at me all weird and tilted her head, completely adorable, and said,
"Sasuke, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Blame it on my lack of communication skills, or maybe just my anti-social behavior that I couldn't immediately form a response. I couldn't say yes, because that would be embarrassing on her part, and besides, I kinda like the way she looks right now. On the other hand, I couldn't say no either, because it would then lead to her wondering, or even worse, asking why I was staring at her oddly in the first place. And I'm pretty sure she'd do the latter. And my mom always told me never to lie. Unless it's a bad person who's asking for your parents whereabouts so they can assassinate them. Yeah…
So anyway, I still had that tingly feeling on my lips, and I kinda, sorta, wanted her to feel the same way, so I bent closer to her and did the same thing. I raised my hand, and gently brushed away the strawberry from her cheek. The milk moustache stays. And no, I wasn't just using that as an excuse to touch her face. I was just taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. I mean, situations like that aren't a dime a dozen. And I'm an opportunistic man, so there.
And lucky me, I was rewarded with another cute blush on her face. By now, the waterfall of cards had finally finished cascading down my screen, and the window asking if the player wanted to "deal again?" had appeared. Checking the time, and finding out that the night had barely started, I turned to Sakura and smiled, gesturing to the laptop computer.
She blinked, innocently, once or twice, and then she laughed and grabbed my hand, placing it on top of the mouse. Her hand stayed there, on top of mine, and it was a nice feeling, almost as if it belonged like that. I turned to her, silently asking about the change in position, and she merely shrugged, milk moustache still in place, and told me,
"You play."
And I did. And I inched just a teeny wee bit closer just so we could keep on holding the mouse like we did.
We won that game, no sweat.
Did this while everyone at my cousin's house was asleep, sort of had a movie-marathon like sleepover… Anyway, I started this story with just Sasuke's POV in mind, but a reviewer opened the idea about putting in Sakura's POV as well.
What do you think? And I'm currently open to any suggestions you guys might have!
Hope you enjoyed!
Kiuna'yukina