Chapter 7: Dates
A/N: Woah! I just remembered something! I want to tell you guys how I was inspired to write this story.
So I was visiting my uncle's house for the weekend. They have a baby that's about 1 and half years old. I usually sleep in her bedroom whenever I visit and on her door, she has a sticker of the Disney princesses; Ariel, Belle, Sleeping beauty (Rose/Aurora), Cinderella and Snow White. Then I compared the Naruto girls with each princess. i.e.
Ariel – Sakura
Belle – Tenten
Rose – Temari
Cinderella – Ino
Snow White – Hinata
Then the idea of Sakura being a witch came up. And I originally was going to make her evil but then other ideas came up and that's how I came up with Magic ain't so Magical.
Is that twisted? Taking inspiration from a baby's room and turning it into a gory tale with death? Lol, I feel sick and twisted. But the story isn't that bad so I think I'm safe...for now.
Disclaimer: Well done Masashi Kishimoto for creating such a brilliant manga! (Which I don't own T.T) All hail Naruto! Shānnarō!
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"Thank you deary, have a nice day," The elderly woman said as she took my money.
"You too," I beamed. I grabbed the bags from the counter and walked out of Ol' Granny Witch.
My arms cramped from the heavy load that rested in them. My inventory at home was practically empty, so I nearly had to buy everything at the store. The brown bags obscured my vision, so I had to rely purely on instinct to find my way home. I also had to count on other people to get out of my way.
While I ambled my way back home, I allowed my mind to reminisce in memories. I started thinking about Gaara again. If he were here, he would have helped carry my purchases in silence. He's mood would have worsened by now because I took my sweet time at the store. He would then channel his frustration into his eyes and glare at any male who dared to look at me. I giggled at the thought of his impudence.
A pain in my arm pulled me away from my thoughts. I stopped to inspect the damage and saw that a small slit was inserted in the fleshy tissue. A small amount of blood oozed from the injury. I glanced back to see a brown, broken beer bottle lying on a window sill. A splash of blood dripped from the jagged edge.
My eyes widened as looked at it. Panic and fear gained control of my body.
The glass.
I started running forward, away from that bottle that reminded me.
The blood.
I could feel the stinging sensation on my arm. The blood trickled down, staining the skin.
Gaara...
Tears of hysteria fell from my eyes as the whole scene replayed in my brain.
The glass piercing the skin. The blood. There was just so much blood. The collapsed body of...
My running stopped as I collided into another person. The impact threw me off my feet and I crashed onto the ground, skidding across the floor. The concrete earth grazed my skin. My ingredients flew out of their bags and scattered across the floor.
Ignoring the pain, I started picking up my purchases and placing them back inside the paper bags.
"Gomenasi! I-I wasn't w-watching where I-I was g-going." I sobbed, my back turned to whoever I was apologising to. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand before continuing picking my stuff up.
"Hn. You're annoying."
I glanced back. "S-Sasuke?" I stammered in surprise.
I quickly turned away and picked up the remaining things that was scattered on the floor. I could feel his onyx eyes examining me. He didn't even bother to help me to recollect my possessions.
As I placed my final item in the bag, I quickly wiped all the liquid from my face. I picked up all the bags and carefully balanced them in my arms. I spun around, giving Sasuke a phony grin. "Gomen Sasuke-kun," I apologised.
He continued to analyze me with those emotionless eyes and stayed silent.
I looked down and shifted my feet uncomfortably, "Well, I better go. These bags are heavy and I need to get home."
I suddenly felt the bags being lifted from my arms. I looked up in surprise to see Sasuke holding onto the bags. "Which way do you live," he grunted. I awkwardly pointed in the direction of my castle. He then ambled forward in the pointed direction. Even though I was taken aback by his generosity, I slowly trailed behind him.
We walked together in an uncomfortable silence. I had already concluded by now that Sasuke was the type of person who did not like to have a conversation.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked, determined to break the silence.
"Helping you carry your things," he replied. I looked up at him to see if he was making a joke but he kept his usual facade. Not even a hint of a smirk was placed on his lips. Looking at those lips, I remembered that evening that happened 2 weeks ago. I blushed and quickly looked away.
"Thanks."
"Your health seems to be restored," he commented.
"Oh, yeah it is. I've been looking after myself lately," I beamed as I glanced at my figure that had returned to normal. Even my skin's previous yellow pigment had faded into my usual creamy colour. The pearly pink locks of my hair had also blossomed back to its original bubblegum pink. I was proud of myself. Despite still feeling guilty and depressed over Gaara's death, I was able to still pull through. If I had died of starvation, the only thing I would have accomplished was disgracing him.
I looked at Sasuke again at the corner of my eye. I examined his facade that was devoid from all emotion. I wondered if he was always like this, even before his brother's death. Did he have close friends that helped him through the trauma? What had happened to his brother in the first place?
"It's rude to stare you know," said Sasuke, interrupting my thoughts.
"Tch. You're one to talk. You keep staring at me like I am some sort of experiment," I pouted, folding my arms.
He simply smirked in response. Fuck him and his arrogant persona.
Upon reaching my home, I unlocked the gigantic doors and pushed them open. I then hesitantly lead him towards my bedroom where everything was to be stored. I blushed as I trudged upstairs and headed towards my room. I know he could have left them in the kitchen and I would have just carried them upstairs myself but they are so heavy.
"You can just leave my things on my bed," I pointed towards the rectangular shaped mattress covered in a pink duvet with a cherry blossom design. I refused to look at him as I felt embarrassed. He grunted and carefully laid the bags on my bed.
"Uh, would you like some tea or something?" I asked, still avoiding eye contact.
"I have to go," he said huskily and pushed past me. "I'll see myself out."
"Arigato Sasuke-kun, for carrying my purchases," I called out from behind him.
"Hn," He grunted and walked downstairs.
Rude little bugger, isn't he? Shut up, he's just misunderstood is all. It wouldn't kill him to be friendlier. Hey, he carried the heavy paper bags for us didn't he? That's pretty decent of him. But why?Do you think he has a crush on us? A crush on me, you mean. No wait. I don't think he has any sort of feelings toward me. He probably just wants to be around someone who had the same traumatic experience as him. Then, why did he kiss you? He needed comfort and for some strange reason, he figured he would find it in us. Whatever you say Buttercup. Weren't you the one who always made excuses for him? I guess we're just fickle.
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The moonlight shone brightly upon my face. The cool breeze played with my hair, making it tickle my face. I watched the wind create ripples in the river before me, blurring any reflections on the water's surface. My back leaned against a tree, allowing me to relax. Even though I was wearing thin clothing, I felt so calm and serene.
I loved coming to the training area at night. The moonlight and the darkness work well together by casting their colours towards the earth. It creates a tranquil atmosphere that helps me come to terms of the tragedy. Although I deliberately take the long route to get here and carefully avoid the...murder scene.
I shuddered at the thought and quickly pushed it out of my mind. Taking a deep breath, I continued watching the nature scene before me. I closed my eyes, listening to the wind sing.
"You know you are going to catch a cold sitting out here? And don't expect me to sit by your bedside until you are feeling better."
My eyes fluttered open and I gazed into the tree above me. The face of Sasuke was looking down at me, an arrogant smirk placed upon his lips. He was perched upon a thick branch, his legs dangling in the air.
"S-Sasuke? What are you doing here?" I asked
"Hn. What, you don't own this place," he grunted.
He jumped off the tree and somersaulted into the air, then gracefully landed in front of me.
"Humph. Show off," I rolled my eyes.
He seated himself next to me, "May I join you?" he asked.
"No but I see you are going to do it anyway," I said while secretly blushing. Thank goodness it was dark. "Are you stalking me or something?" I asked.
"And if I said yes?"
"Shānnarō! That would be so hot!" my inner squealed.
"Uh, it would be kind of weird," I murmured. I looked away, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Sa-ku-ra?" he purred.
I slowly turned to face him. His brawny hands caressed my neck as his face inched closer to mine. I could feel my heart racing and my palms felt sweaty. Nervousness invaded my stomach and burst into a form of millions of butterflies, fluttering deep in my bowls. Bring on the kiss baby!
His lips moved past mine and towards my ear. His hot breath trickled down my neck. A faint smell of mountain dew lingered from his hair. I can't tell you how aroused I was right now.
"Sakura?" he murmured softly in my ear.
"Yes Sasuke-kun?" I whispered. I closed my eyes and bit onto my bottom lip.
"There is a spider on your neck."
"NANI!" I screamed. I jumped to my feet and frantically started running around. "Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" I yelled, slapping my neck.
"Sakura, stand still," Sasuke commanded.
I obeyed and froze on the spot. He moved towards me, extending his arm towards my neck. He gently picked the putrid arachnid off of me. I shivered as I saw the black, eight legged creature trying to squirm its way out of Sasuke's grasp. He flicked the spider onto the grass. I dodged behind Sasuke and watched the creature scurry off into the opposite direction. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Arigato Sasuke-kun. You are a real life...a-a-achoo!" I sneezed, cupping my hands over my nose.
"You're getting sick," Sasuke stated.
"No, I'm fine. It was just a snee...a-a-ACHOO!" I sneezed again. The wind blew around me, cooling my skin. I clutched onto my naked arms and tried to stop myself from shivering.
"You're cold."
"No, I'm not. I'm fine. I'm shivering at the thought of that disgusting spider crawling on my neck," I lied.
He sighed and shook his head at my stubbornness. "Here," he said, draping his jacket on my shoulders.
"Oh. Um, arigato Sasuke-kun," I said while sniffing back the slimy snot that threatened to drip out of my nose.
"Hn. Just don't get any of your disgusting mucus on it."
"No promises," I joked.
He glared at me, almost frightening me a little.
"Geez, calm down. I was only joking," I scowled.
We stood there for a while, staring at each other in silence.
"Well, I think I should go home now," I said.
"Hn."
"Aren't you going to walk me home?"
"Why? You know the way," he smirked before turning away.
What...the...FUCK! I really don't know what's up with this guy. One minute he seems to be into me, the next he's a total ass face! Maybe he's just shy? Wait, WHAT? YOU'RE DEFENDING HIM NOW? Aw, come on. He's smoking hot! That's a pathetic excuse! You are totally fucked up in the head, do you know that. You are aware that we are the same person, right? Shut up.
As I walked back home, I wrapped the navy blue and white jacket tightly round my body. I sniffed the material through my snotty nose, barely catching the whiff of Sasuke's scent. You see! You're sniffing his clothing! I inwardly growled at my inner to shut up. I was just curious to know what he smelt like. I mean his hair smelt good, so why can't I just have a whiff of his body too? Wait, that didn't come out right.
Upon reaching my castle, Jiraiya-sama made me a cup of warm tea and sent me straight to my room to get some rest. I quickly discarded my bra and changed into my Hello Kitty tank pyjama top with matching boxer shorts. He brought some food for me along with some potions to help cure my fever. I thanked him and soon after nibbling on my dinner and gulping down the potion, I passed out.
(The next morning)
I shivered underneath the covers. I wrapped myself into a cocoon to warm myself up, only to find that now I was boiling. I threw the covers off of my chest to cool myself off. My throat felt dry and scratchy. I most probably coughed the whole night without realizing it. The potion Jiraiya gave me really knocked me out. I can't even remember having a dream. There was no doubt about it, I was definitely sick.
Sighing, I turned onto my back enjoying the soft mattress cushioning my body. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately gazed upon a pair of onyx eyes towering above me. His black bangs dangled in front of his face. "Oh hey Sasuke," I spoke softly. I closed my eyes, smiling dreamily. My eyes immediately flickered open again. "SASUKE!"
I sat up straight. "What are you doing here!" I screamed. I could feel the cold returning to my chest area. And that's when the realization hit me. I peered down to see that my nipples started poking through my thin tank top. I hurriedly pulled my blankets up to cover my nipple stand. I could feel the heat rise towards my face. I looked at him and scowled at the smirk on his facade. "You're such pervert Sasuke!" I growled.
I suddenly started coughing which agitated my throat. I felt weakness consuming my body, so I lay back down underneath the covers. A wave of nausea invaded my throat. Ugh, I hate the flu.
My eyes then travelled back towards Sasuke. He seemed to be watching me with a hint of worry in his visage. Does this mean he cares about me? Is that why he is here, because he wants to make sure I am alright?
As if on cue, Sasuke suddenly spoke up, "Sakura? Are you...?"
"Yes, Sasuke-kun?" I croaked.
"Are you done with my jacket?"
Yeah, I'm fine...wait, WHAT!"
"I came to get my jacket back."
"You're not even going to ask how I'm feeling?"
"I told you already to not expect me to sit by your bedside until you are feeling better," he said in his usual monotonous voice.
I just sat there, staring at him with shock filled eyes. He really is an ass face. He is insensitive, confusing and over all fucked up in that pretty little head of his. Why on earth does my inner like him so much?
"Here," I growled throwing his jacket at him, "Just take it and go."
He grunted his thanks and took off, leaving me to start punching my pillows in frustrations. How dare he mess with my emotions! Well I'm onto his game now; I will no longer fall for it! I felt each punch getting weaker, so I lay back down to get some more bed rest.
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The music started pumping through the speakers. My body twisted and turned to the beat. My hips shook back in forth to the rhythm. And even though I was in my pyjamas and there was still no bra, I still went crazy with all possible dance moves. I couldn't help it. I was stuck in my bed for three days and now I suddenly have a burst of energy. So I decided to pad out in to the living room, play some music and dance away. Oji-sama is out running some errands, so at least he won't be here to stare at my bouncing boobs and try to come up with ideas for his porn books.
As I continued dancing I heard someone chuckling behind me. I spun around to face the intruder and was surprised to find Sasuke standing there, leaning against the doorway. I instinctively crossed my arms, trying to hide my breasts. "Sasuke! How the fuck did you get in here!"
"The door was unlocked," he said, taking a step towards me. I followed his movement by backing away.
"Well WHAT are you doing here?"
"Thought maybe I would come over to see how you are doing," he shrugged, taking another step forward. "But by judging the energy you had just now, it seems you are well once again."
"So you decided that you would just suddenly barge in here and check up on me, even though you specifically stated that you don't care for my well being?" I raised an eyebrow and took another step back. I'm onto your game mister.
"Hn. I'm a fickle person." He smirked, striding towards me.
"Well as you can see, I'm fine," I stated, my back now hitting against a wall. Kuso! He's boxing me in.
"So you can go. Thanks for stopping by Sasuke."
"Sa-ku-ra," he purred. Uh oh. When he purrs my name, something bad is going to happen. What's he up to? He arms extended out and touched the wall, preventing me from escaping. I prepared myself for whatever he was going to do. His body inched closer to mine. My arms were still covering my chest. My breathing had deepened for I was trying to calm my racing heart. I watched his face draw nearer, lips almost touching. Watch out Sakura, I reminded myself, this is just a trick. You know his game. But maybe I was wrong this time, he never came this close to me before. Maybe this time he really is going to kiss me again. Maybe he DOES have feelings for me but he's just confused.
Our lips nearly touched when a loud voice was heard coming from the main entrance of the castle, "Sakura-chan! Oji-sama is home! Guess what, I've got some..." he stopped as soon as he came to the living room. Sasuke and I turned to face Jiraiya. He stood there awkwardly, staring at us for a second. Suddenly he whipped out a notepad and a pencil, ready to take down some notes. "Don't mind me," he said, giving us his infamous pervy grin, "this just gives me an idea for my next novel. Please carry on."
Sasuke then turned to face me again. Is he seriously going to do this while my grandfather is standing there, watching us? His face came forward again and stopped as our lips were a millimetre apart. "Sakura," he called out my name again, "You have a zit on your nose."
"..." I was speechless. My one hand travelled up to my nose and my index finger traced the skin. It felt a tiny bump but it was barely noticeable. My breathing became ragged, my arms dropped to my sides and my hands clenched into a fist. "You...came...here...just to tell me...that I have a zit on my nose," I rasped.
"Uh oh," I heard Jiraiya say.
My anger started boiling inside of me. I was sick of this guy trying to confuse the shit out of me. He just pulled the last straw.
Before my fist could come into contact with his face, Jiraiya had pulled Sasuke away from me. "Blockardus!" he shouted, causing a red, see through box to trap me. Jiraiya's magic scent surrounded the air inside the box. The smell of toad infiltrated my nose. I angrily pounded my fist against the walls of the magic container. I was determined to break through it so that I could beat the pretty out of that egotistical bastard.
Sasuke inched closer to the box, examining me carefully. "Sakura," he said, "as your rage grows, so does your zit."
"SASUKE! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" I screeched, pounding even harder on my prison walls. Cracks suddenly started forming on the red walls as I kept pounding on it even harder.
"Kid, you better get out of here. I can only hold her back for so long," Jiraiya grunted. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he concentrated really hard on keeping me imprisoned. His arms were shaking violently from the box starting to weaken.
Sasuke nodded and casually walked out. This angered me even further. How dare he not see me as a force to be dealt with!
"Oji-sama! Let me go! Let me teach that piece of shit a lesson! I don't know who he thinks he is but I'm going to kill him!"
"Sakura, just calm down," Jiraiya grumbled.
But I didn't listen. Instead I continued trying to break through the cracked walls. With one final punch I broke through. The box shattered, leaving broken red shards on the floor. Jiraiya was affected by the impact and collapsed on the floor. I didn't care, I was too focused on killing Sasuke with my own two hands. I ran out of the castle to see if he was still around. But to my great disappointment, he had disappeared.
Scowling, I trudged back inside the castle. If I never see Sasuke again, it will be too soon. Now I see what Gaara-kun was protecting me from. I started cracking my knuckles, ready to unleash my anger on something. Since Jiraiya had prevented me from doing what I wanted, maybe I shall make him the unlucky victim.
"Oh Oji-sama!" I called out, my mouth twisted into an evil grin, "Where are you Oji-sama?" I returned to the living room to look for my perverted grandfather but unfortunately by the time I got there, he was gone. I think he knew that I would have taken my anger out on him so he hid himself away. Smart man. He knows not to mess with a woman bearing a grudge.
A/N: Chapter 7 complete! I know this chapter may seem like a filler but there was a reason why I wrote it.
But anyway, what did you guys think? Did it at least make you all sweat drop everytime Sasuke was going to do something cute and then...BAM! Disappointment! And did I make you guys giggle a little? Let me know by dropping me a nice little review.
PLEASE! I get people who read my story but there's no feedback. It make-ith me so sad-ith. T.T
Pweeeeeeeze hit the review button.
Oh, I might not update for a while. I'm losing the will to write so I decided I'm going to take a little break and concentrate on my art work. I'm currently drawing my own Naruto chibi's. (And yes that includes Gaara! Kawaii!) I'm also going to draw funny Naruto comics. So as soon as I make my own account for DeviantArt, I'll post them up if you wish to see them.
Until then, I'll leave it up to your imagination as to what will happen next in my story. (Don't worry, to make up for my absenteeism , chapter 8 will be the longest chapter in my whole story.)
