Chapter 6: Conversation gone…
A/N: School is a big frustration for me currently, and my life likes to bite me in the ass now and then with it (They're the perfect tag team, I swear).
I apologize if this wasn't as quick as I intended it to be… At least it's here.
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Morning came too quickly for some.
For others, it couldn't have been slower.
/Ouch/ Sakura groaned as she blinked her eyes open. Her elbows and back were sore and aching; not to mention her chin and legs… /Oh dear God, I fell asleep on the table!/ She stretched out her arms, slumping in exhaustion from her awkward sleeping/sitting position /Again. I've got to stop writing in my diary late at night damnit!/
She stood tiredly and made her way to the bathroom, vaguely wondering if it was still too late to go back to sleep. Her eyes were so weary and heavy... Just as she finished doing her business and washing her hands still half-asleep, the decision was made when she saw her bed; open and inviting. /I don't care if I sleep in/ She resolved strongly, almost in a zombie-like trance as she approached the unoccupied and clean bed. Her warm and clean bed. /Just for a few hours… Everything else can-/
Her relaxing thoughts were interrupted as her foot slipped and flew forward. Sakura gasped, eyes wide awake and open, and threw her arms and body around, desperately trying to regain her balance. In one moment she was like a panicked chicken flapping wildly about. In the next, she was gripping the small cupboard next to her to the point the edges began to crack. She stiffened and calmed down her heart and nerves.
Awkwardly sidestepping the long blue cloth material that almost gave her a bad bruise, she glared at it as her fingers picked it up. /This isn't mine…/ She thought, staring at the slightly baggy, long blue pants. They were too big for her and definitely not her style- they felt dry and smelled like a desert wind. Nope; not hers at all. On the other hand, she knew exactly who's they were.
/Oh, for the love of…/ She bristled, making a sour face as she clenched it and walked out of her room, irritated and full of energy all of a sudden. /Leaving his things all over the place…/ She stormed through the small hallway and quickly found herself in the living room.
He was already up and dressed, lounging on the sofa and reading some academy scroll of hers or whatnot. She rolled her eyes at the sight /Typical. Little Mister perfect…/ Grumbling, she 'Ahemd' loudly and quickly threw his pants in his face the moment he turned her way.
He effectively caught it, ruining her triumphant moment and making her bad mode even worse. And, he hasn't even said anything yet. His capability of pushing her buttons was impeccable, really. /I am going to kill him one day/ She thought bitterly /Again./
"I think that is yours." Sakura hissed, glaring at those blunt eyes which regarded her with irritation. Not like she really gave a damn now. "And if you have enough time to study my scrolls, you might as well have studied something more useful instead." She made her way to the kitchen next door, forgetting about the bed, her appearance or the fact she was still in her pyjamas. She needed to keep her hands busy from re-decorating Sasori's face.
As always, instead of angrily retorting like any normal person would, Sasori twisted her own words and spat them right back at her. "Are you implying your scrolls aren't useful?" She could hear his amused tone loud and clear, even in the small yellow kitchen of hers that was once a personal sanctuary. /Nothing's a sanctuary nowadays…/
"No!" She snapped immediately, taking some eggs and cold left-over rice from the fridge, dropping them down angrily on a counter next to the stove. She had to cook-right. "It is useful for me. Not for you." She bit back as she took out the pan and turned on the heat.
"Different thinking- different point of views." Sasori mumbled after a stretched silence, and Sakura took that as a small, but significant victory for her. /Sanity-1, Artist-0/ She was cracking up eggs and cutting op some crunchy bread when Sasori spoke up again. "Besides, what's more useful to study, in your opinion?"
Sakura thought about that for a while. "…Cooking, for example." She dead-panned, glaring in the direction of the living room. "Since you hate my food so much." She grumbled, internally preparing for the comeback. As always, Sasori didn't disappoint.
"I'll wait until food poisoning finally kicks in." He stated with boredom, before it turned menacingly sweet as Sakura's vein pulsed dangerously at the previous comment. "And is that the thanks I get, after I carried your bumbling-self back into your room last night?"
She blushed, taking out the plates and placing the finished eggs on them, staining the glimmering white. Why did she engage conversation with him again? /So, it was him after all…/ She thought in agitation as she rolled lumps of rice and placed them in the rice cooker, trying to cool down her face and erase the image of a shirtless and lazy Sasori in her bed from last night.
Really, why did she even remember that? /No! Stop it! He's the enemy! Not handsome at ALL/ Sakura huffed angrily at her brain, but it was a lost battle. The images just kept getting worse the more she denied them all. How her subconscious could be so perverted at just the right time was beyond her. She took the finished meals to the table and retorted to that taunt when her face cooled down considerably enough.
"I wish you didn't do that. Now I'll have to scrub myself clean after knowing you touched me." She muttered, placing the finished eggs, loafs of bred and warm onigiri- probably the only thing Sasori could stand most from her meals (which were not that bad at all)- on the table, taking her seat on the tatami mat. Really, this was the thanks she got for providing him food and shelter? /Pampered dumb artist/
She promptly ignored him as he plumped down on his own seat, taking a bite of onigiri without a word of thanks. It was really annoying. Just enough to make her snap all over again. "Besides, why did you even carry me there? I slept on sheets that were infected by your psychotic germs; Why, thank you sooo much." The tone of sarcasm was loud and clear, and Sakura ignored the fact that technically she didn't sleep on it that much. She was pissed right now- emotions overrule reason then, right?
"Plus, you could off woken me up. I was soaking wet. Right, thanks for helping me lower my chances of falling ill." She continued angrily, the words pouring from her mouth automatically. She was burning up by now. "And who allowed you to sleep shirtless in my bed?" She added furiously, waving a fork at him.
Sasori took it all in with a blank and bored gaze, munching on his eggs and bread. Like always. The fact he wasn't even reacting to her heavy accusations was enough to light up fire in her stomach. /Obnoxiously emotionless is another thing to add on the list/
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the world." Sasori gulped down his food, mildly commenting "It's gross" before taking another large bite and continuing his I'm-surrounded-by-idiot(s) talk. "I'm not even sure why you're complaining. I tried to wake you up, but you were dead to the world." He swallowed. /Liar/ Sakura glared /Even a ghost can wake me up/ Just one of the many things she had to add on that ever-growing list of hers.
"I'm surprised you're even up. And despite my so called 'faults', I'm not a molester of any kind and I don't want you to take it the wrong way." He said it as if he had done it (Take her clothes off), she wold have fallen head over heels in love with him. As if any sane woman would start kissing him instead of biting his head off for doing such a thing. His ego stained his vision.
"And, I don't sleep shirtless, little girl." He smirked widely all of a sudden, like that Cheshire cat, and it was downright malicious to the point of scary.
Sakura narrowed her eyebrows in confusion, restraining herself from gulping out loud at the image in front of her. Sasori was… frightening. But in a different way right now. /Smug bastard… And what does he even mean?/
"But… I saw you… A-and your chest…" She blushed lightly (Not because she imagined his nicely toned chest again- no, absolutely NOT) at the idea that perhaps she had actually just imagined that entire conversation with him from last night. /Gross. That'd technically mean I'd dreamed about him/ She made a face, before neutralizing it into a suspicious frown /But he remembers it too, so then why…?/
He chuckled while she vigorously thought up various explanations, and picked up the blue pants she had thrown at him before, wiggling his ey-
Oh.
…
OH!
/My GAWD/ Sakura felt her face heat up like a volcano erupted inside her, as something finally clicked in the back of her head. She stared at his demonic giggling form with wide, dinner plate saucers and a growing unease as the realization was starting to get to her.
He slept… naked. Butt naked. In her bed. The place she slept in afterwards (albeit shortly). In her spot.
/…/ Her entire head was scampering and screaming with her internally; horrified and- "Y-you…You!..." She pointed at him with a shaky finger, and he just grinned his devil smile at her (All he needed was the horns). He was enjoying this immensely. /H-he, I-I… MY GOD!/Her mind was as shocked as she was; for once, they were in perfect coordination.
"Hey, your face is becoming brighter than your hair." He pointed out. "Flustered? Or, are you dreaming up some happy images…?" And that turned her a shade brighter. /That pervert! I-I didn't eve-/ Just like that, an almost naked Sasori lying on a silk bed appeared from thin air and she shook her head in denial. /Noooo! Stoooop!/ She cried in despair.
"I would never…." Sakura hissed, trying to save some face. This was the enemy after all. THE enemy!
"Oh? Why so surprised?" Sasori leaned in across the table, just a tiny bit closer. "I clearly remember someone enjoying themselves last night." He commented lightly, and Sakura was hit by another wave of embarrassment /He DIDN'T…!/
"You couldn't keep your snuggling face off my shoulder. Not to mention, your relaxed exhales-"
Sakura got the point. She really did, especially after this (Who carries a sleeping girl naked?), and she wasn't sure she could take it anymore. It was just too much for her- even for a kunoichi like herself. She could only go so far- actually, this must have been a personal record.
"You PERVERT!" She screamed and did the thing she wished she'd done a long time ago. She slapped him silly, got up and sneered down at him, before scampering off like a frightened kitten. It was a moment of courage completely ruined by the downright closet-pervert he really was; he just let out a light laugh at her slap and smirked. Pfft, fine. Not her fault he's a disturbed individual with abusive issues. At least she left him with a big, fat red hand mark there...
She stormed inside her room, flustered-red face and all. She almost buried her face in the pillows, before she jumped off the bed like it was a virus and sat on the toilet, burying her warm head in her hands.
She wasn't sure how a usual argument suddenly turned in this direction (And when exactly Sasori had decided to taunt her that way), and wasn't sure why she was reacting so strongly. He was an ordinary man…boy. Ummm; man-boy(?) who had forced her to take him under her roof by making a stupid freaking vow with the devil (Aka. Him). He was frightening, menacing and mean. He wasn't nice to her at all, and despite his rugged looks (Yes, alright he wasn't that bad-looking. Fine!) he was definitely no Sa-
And just like that, the flustered atmosphere morphed into a restrained and sad tone. /My thoughts just turn from bad to worse/ Sakura mumbled depressingly, her green eyes dimming with sudden sadness. The familiar pang was back and storming the alleys of her heart. She hated it- hated herself for feeling this way, but she couldn't help herself- or him...The almost absurd situation from before had lost all its comedy by now, and she lifted her sluggish body and turned the facet on. As she poured the cold water on her face to clean off her embarrassment and sorrow, one thing was for sure.
She was going to be a lot more careful around Sasori from now on. And, burn her bed sheets.
A/N: It's short and not much, plus I wanted to add some more stuff- but it'll do for now. Think of this as a bonus chappie.