Meeting You Under Ugly Circumstances


Prompt: "You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend's house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we're good"


o6. breaking into your apartment

Sakura heard a thud from outside her bedroom and immediately, her eyes flew wide open as she sat up in bed. Glancing over at her alarm clock, she saw that it was nearly 3 in the morning. That was not a good time for anything so either her cat had knocked over something in the kitchen or she had an intruder in the apartment. As she looked over to the edge of the bed, she saw that her cat was not sleeping at the end.

Still, taking no chances, Sakura grabbed the stick of wood she keeps under her bed. It was supposed to be one of the parts for her bed frame but she didn't know where it was supposed to go in the process of building her bed frame so it ended up being stored under the bed. Now it made a good weapon as anything.

Slowly, she crept out of her bed as she walked to her bedroom door which was usually kept ajar since she hated having closed doors when she slept. With a slow and steady hand, she opened the door slightly wider. She wondered if she was silly to be so cautious since she lived on the third floor at the end of the hallway of the apartment building. Unless, the kind grandma next door turned out to be a villainous thief, Sakura saw no reason for any sane person to come to her apartment door to rob her.

Sakura lowered the wooden stick in her hand as she boldly stepped out of her bedroom and walked through the living room. She found her cat mewing on top of the kitchen counter and she saw her fruit bowl had fallen to the ground. Breathing a sigh of relief, she dropped the stick in her hand to the floor as she reached out to pick up her cat.

"Silly Sir Whiskers, what are you doing out here in the kitchen instead of in bed with me?" she purred to her cat as she stroked its fur coat with her free hand. Her cat seemed to have other intentions as he pawed at something in the air. Sakura turned to look in the direction her cat was pointing at and only screamed when she saw the sight.

A guy was lying on her white couch with his legs propped up on the armrest of the couch. When Sakura screamed, however, he was awoken from his slumber as he almost fell off the couch in shock.

She looked around for the stick she just dropped on the ground as her cat leapt out of her arms after hearing her scream. Seeing the wooden stick near her, she reached over to grab it as she swung it above her head to get the proper aim for the intruder.

"Wait! No!" he shouted as he held up a hand. Her cat jumped on him and Sakura was about to praise Sir Whiskers for defending the household with his mighty claws when the cat began to mew and purr on his lap.

The guy held up the cat to her as if it was a peace offering.

"Damn you Sir Whiskers!" Sakura hissed at the cat. She looked at the guy and narrowed her eyes. Even though it was dark, her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and she could see that the guy looked to be around her age. He also didn't look threatening by the way he was holding his cat with a soft smile at the corner of his lips.

"Drop the cat," she ordered as she pointed the stick at him as if that was threatening enough. She was sure he could overpower her if he wanted to since he looked to be over 6 foot tall and had a killer body frame. If he wasn't a perpetrator breaking into her apartment, Sakura would have sure fallen head over heels if she had seen him elsewhere.

He did drop the cat and Sakura shuffled her feet towards the phone near her couch. Sir Whiskers continued to purr as he landed on his feet on top of the guy's chest and continued to mew as he made himself cozy against the guy's sweater.

Sakura frowned. Sir Whiskers never acted that intimately with her. And she was the owner for crying out loud. Sir Whiskers wasn't the friendliest of cats either and would often hiss and scratch at strangers. Even people who are frequent guests would get the claw. It was the reason why her friend, Ino, never stopped by at her apartment anymore.

"He likes you," she said, dumbfounded with her mouth slightly ajar in astonishment.

"Sorry," he said as he got up from the couch and held on to the cat. "Are you Naruto's girlfriend?"

"Who?" she asked, confused at such a question. In fact, why was he asking questions? It was her place!

"This isn't Apt 401?" he asked, confused.

"No, it's 301. 401 is up another level."

"Oh."

Sakura suddenly realized the situation. The guy confused her apartment for his friend's place. She sniffed the air around him as she grabbed her cat. He had the scent of alcohol on him but it wasn't too overpowering. "You're going to get my cat drunk," she muttered.

"Sorry, I must have stepped into the wrong house since I am a bit drunk," he apologized as he began to laugh quietly.

She didn't know what to say to that. It was probably her fault to even not lock her door. She just had assumed that usually no one comes near the end of the hallway on the third floor since a grandma lived next door and the apartment across from her had been empty for weeks.

"No, I'm sorry for trying to kill you with my stick," she said stiffly as she clutched her cat tightly. Sir Whiskers was continuing to try to wriggle out of her grasp and finally she allowed him to jump out of her arms as he crawled back to brush its fur against the guy's legs.

"Your cat seems to like me," he commented as he bent down to stroke its fur.

"Weird," she muttered as she bent down to give the evil eye at her cat but Sir Whiskers did't even seem to bat an eye towards her. It was then that she noticed how close in proximity she was from the guy.

"What's his name?" he asked.

"Sir Whiskers," she replied softly.

"Ah, cute. Sorry, I should probably leave. I'm sorry for bothering your sleep and your cat."

But she didn't want him to leave. At least, not yet.

"Wait, are you going to be okay? You still seem a little drunk," she said as she watched him stumble a little in the dark.

"Oh, sorry. I can't find my keys. I must have dropped them somewhere," he muttered as he patted down his pants pocket but came up with nothing.

"You can sober up here while you look for your keys. I'll make you some tea."

"I don't want to bother you. It's already 3 am."

"And I'm already wide awake," she said with a shrug.

She walked over to the kitchen to start the kettle as she flicked on just one of the lights so that the area was dimly lit enough so she could see what she was doing.

"Oh, your hair…" the guy said as he stared at her.

"Oh, yeah it's pink," she said as she reached out to touch a strand of her hair before laughing gently. "Surprised, huh?"

"It's pretty. Like your cat." he said as he picked up Sir Whiskers and allowed the cat to lick his face.

"What's your name?" she asked as she blushed slightly and turned around to get a saucer for Sir Whiskers.

"Sasuke. Yours?"

"Sakura."

Her heart pounded profusely against her chest as she tapped her fingers impatiently against her arms while staring at the tea kettle. Soon enough, it was done boiling and she brought it over to the living room. She poured two cups of tea and handed him a cup as he took it graciously.

She placed the saucer on the ground and Sir Whiskers jumped down to lap up some water. It was silent as she sipped at her own cup of tea but did so slowly because the tea burned the tip of her tongue.

"So you're a cat person?" he asked her and she glanced up and nodded.

"You?" she asked, hoping to hear he was the same.

"Yeah, I used to have a cat when I was little. My brother and I would play with the neighborhood cats a lot too."

Sakura smiled. "That's cute," she said. It was silent again as they just sort of stared at each other with a dumb smile on each of their faces. To quickly change the subject, she asked him about his keys. "So your keys… what do they look like?" She then wanted to smack herself on the forehead because what else would keys look like?

He looked at her and smiled warmly as he set the cup of tea down.

"I have to be honest with you. I actually didn't bring any keys with me out today," he admitted.

"Oh."

"I just wanted to spend an extra ten minutes talking to you. But I probably overstepped my boundaries by now."

Sakura laughed as Sir Whiskers jumped on to the couch and curled up in the spot that was between her and Sasuke.

"My cat likes you so I think it's best if you stay a bit longer. He gets cranky when he's disturbed," Sakura murmured.

"Well, I wouldn't want that," he replied. His arms were resting against the top of the couch and his arms were long enough that he could almost reach out to touch Sakura on the shoulders.

He did accidentally brush his fingers against her shoulders but she didn't seem to mind as she smiled and held on to her cup of tea.

"So why the name Sir Whiskers?" he asked as he gazed into those beautiful emerald eyes of hers.

"It's a long story," she began.

"I have all night."