Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but I do own a cute fluffy duck plushie.
Sasuke-kun! Hurry up or we'll miss the bus!
Sasuke doesn't looks up from behind his black Ray-ban and frowns at the girl currently tugging his left arm, urging for him to stand up and hurry because they will miss the bus if he doesn't get up this instant. Sasuke knows this and he doesn't really care. Right now, he wants to bask the last warmth of the orange sunset before the cool breeze of the night emits in and replaces the comfort he has grown over the few weeks. The sound of the waves rolling on the edge of the sand is comforting and so is the salty smell of the sea.
The girl is still insisting on moving faster and this agitates Sasuke because why can't she understand the peace he is experiencing at the moment? So he pulls her down beside him, smirks when he hears a surprised eeeep! and is satisfied when he feels her warmness.
A little warning next time! Geez, you are such an ass.
Sasuke doesn't say anything and silence falls quickly until they hear a distant murmur of an old engine running, getting further and further away.
We just missed the bus.
Obviously, Sasuke wants to say but he groans instead and readies himself mentally for the incoming complaints from the girl. There is none and his eyes follow her curiously, tracing the planes of her wide forehead, bangs dancing to and fro as the wind picks up, to the bridge of her cute button nose and he knows, even though he can't see, that there is a smile ghosting on her lips, hidden underneath the hand that tucks her chin. She sighs a breath of pleasure and Sasuke almost wants to do the same. However, he has lost his chance when she inclines her head in his direction secretly, a blush making its way to her curvy cheeks, and speaks of things he cannot hear.
...
"Fuck," is the first thing that comes out from Sasuke's sweet lips when he wakes up from his dream. He stares at the ceiling a full minute, wondering. He doesn't really remember what it was he just dreamt that has elicited a deep pang on his chest. It is at the tip of his tongue although he cannot voice it out. He remains still on his bed, spaced out. He doesn't know how much time has passed while he lingers idly but he knows it is time to rise up and start the day when his alarm rings on with its stupid buzz.
It is a few hours later that Sasuke recollects his dream and utters his second "fuck" of the day.
"P-pardon me..?" A guy in his late forties mumbles, looking at his boss with wide and frantic, alarmed eyes that convey his distress of getting fired while relaying his repot on last month's progress of finance. Sasuke merely gestures for him to continue and a sigh of relief and a wipe of sweat budding on his forehead later, he continues.
None of the twelve people in the room notices the way Sasuke's jaw tightens or how his eyes harden on the piece of paper, filled with endless of numbers and percentage or his fist clenched tight on the pen he was playing minutes ago.
None of them knows that Uchiha Sasuke has just dreamt of Haruno Sakura.
A/N: I hope I give you some hint on what this story is all about. Finally I have some plot on and not just endless shit going on. Yay! Still no ending though. Not sure if I should make it happy or not.
Also, I wanted to try to be as descriptive as possible but I think it's not working. I have this great picture in mind where I can see all the characters but when I write it down... I just see the blink, blink of the cursor and then there's no words. This is hard.
Quack.