Author's note: Short and simple: computer problems, busy schedule, babysitting; ENJOY!!
Chapter 10- A dream, just dreaming, or real
Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto.
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Sasuke looked at the baby in despair; why must babies have to torture babysitters like this?! He held his breath to prevent himself from gagging. Gotta get Sakura! Gotta get Sakura! His mind hopelessly screamed as he power-walked up the stairs. She's not feeling well; dammit!!
The boy walked back into the living room and carefully sett the baby down on her back like a fragile vase. Poking his spiky head out of the room he yelled: "You owe me big times, you little maggots!"
All of the materials were prepared: baby wipes, diaper . . . air freshener and an angry Sasuke. He flipped her over to her stomach and slowly peeled the diaper off. He looked away in disgust. Oogh.
The twins came back just after the infant was wiped clean. Good job Sasuke! Toshie and Kanji had planned to 'ambush' Sasuke with plastic guns filled with cold water and the plan succeeded. Sasuke was soaked and grew furious especially when the baby started crying.
The baby cried.
The television was loud.
The Uchiha chased the twins around, ready to hunt.
Later on that morning, the boys were hungry and depended on Sasuke to cook. He had to do it, actually, he tried. When he came out of the kitchen, holding a pan with his outstretched hand, Toshie and Kanji shook their heads at the eggs that were black as coal. Sasuke threw the burnt pan and spatula into the sink, giving up.
Walking out of the kitchen, he tossed the yellow flowered apron aside to get the baby that laid on the couch, sucking on her pink pacifier.
The house was pretty much chaotic but Sakura was soundlessly asleep.
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Green eyes flickered open and a small smile appeared on her face, knowing that she was feeling better. Sakura threw the blanket aside, sat up, and picked up the phone nearby.
One ring.
Two ring.
"Nnnyyello?"
The pink haired girl fell back down onto the bed, stretching. "Hello, Yoko."
Yoko set down her book on the kitchen table and poured more fresh coffee into her teddy bear mug. "Dude! Why didn't you call me? I was worried that something happened but how's everything going so far? Faking fiancée well enough for the parents to not notice?"
". . . Yeah, I guess you can say that. I sure love the job, though," she said, smiling. "I'm doing okay. Sasuke can be harsh and cold at times but don't you worry a whole lot; he's a cool guy."
The elder sister slowly smiled too, more like an evil one. "You like the guy?" she asked, suddenly setting down her mug.
"Where the hell did that come from?! . . . . Well, I kind of like him . . . but he doesn't like me."
"Uh, come on now; at least have a little confidence!"
"I can't! He's too good for me. He's tall, he's handsome, wealthy, smart, and athletic, he's good at everything! And I'm . . . I'm just . . . I'm just the ugly forehead-girl . . ." Sakura said in a slightly sad tone.
The older sister's shoulders helplessly dropped. "Sakura," she sighed. "When are you ever going to stop doing that? You have to release all of the things in the past and look forward to a brighter, better future."
"I guess you're right," she paused. "Wait a minute—it's quiet . . . too quiet." Sakura sat up and looked around. "I have to go but I'll talk to you some other time, okay? Bye, Yoko."
It was never this peaceful all weekend long. She found it relaxing but at the same time she was afraid that something had happened.
Sakura walked downstairs, looking suspiciously around. Nothing was wrong. The T.V. wasn't on, no noisy baby, no bratty twins. She sighed. A trail of chips and dirty diapers led to the living room. Sasuke was sleeping on the couch. (A/N: WAAAAHHHH!!! SO CUTE.)
The last time she thought that Sasuke was this cute was when Itachi showed her his baby pictures. He was cute then and even cuter now with his legs and arms spread on the couch, looking so comfortable with the baby sleeping next to him. Everything was finally . . . peaceful. Slowly Sakura leaned down and softly kissed the infant on her cheek, careful of waking her up. She did the same to Sasuke too, and then smiled a little.
He looks so exhausted, she thought, pushing his soft hair back from his closed eyes. No wonder every girl falls for him, he's so attractive. Do I . . . Do I really like him? . . . NO! NO! I can't fall in love with him! My job is to pretend, not to fall in love. She slapped her head and chanted:
"I cannot fall in love. I cannot fall in love. I cannot fall in love. I cannot—"
"Sakura . . . ?"
She immediately froze. "Um, hi . . . Sasuke," she said awkwardly with her eyes wide open as ever. "How is everything . . . going?"
Sasuke stretched, ignoring her question. "Stop talking, would you? I've never been this tired in a long time."
"I'm sorry."
Awkward moment of silence. Then the doorbell rang, loudly, making Sakura jump a foot in the air. She was glad doorbell rang because she wouldn't have to stand there; Sasuke wasn't really affable. "I'll get it."
"They're here early," Sasuke remarked, sitting up from his position. The girl shrugged and opened the door.
Auntie Satsu barged in with her luggage. "Oh my goodness, it's so hot outside." She pushed it aside and smiled at Sakura asking, "How are the kids?" Her husband came by and helped her with her bag. Satsu wasn't the strongest woman, or the tallest, especially when compared to her husband.
"They're fine. The baby's sleeping and the boys are probably upstairs in their rooms. I'm not really sure."
"Did the boys behave well?"
Sakura scratched her head; she wasn't comfortable with her answer. "Uh, not really. But we had fun." Those pesky little . . .
Sasuke suddenly grabbed the pink haired girl's arm from behind. He already had his backpack on his back, ready to go. "Thank you very much for caring. The kids were great. We'll see you later. Bye-bye, now."
He was too furious with Toshie and Kanji to even see them before they leave. If he does see them he would've strangled their little necks until their faces turn purple. Sakura understood.
"What's with the rush, Sasuke?" Satsu stopped them and continued, "I really don't know how to thank you guys for doing this. At least stay for supper before you leave, okay?"
The girl smiled. "Thank you for offering, Satsu, but we have a lot of school work to take care of. Say goodbye for the twins for me. Bye!"
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Sasuke's car zoomed by trees and houses on the street. Sakura dropped her head back and sighed. "I should've stayed, just for a little while, so I could give those little suckers a piece of my mind."
He glanced at her. "They'll grow up."
"I guess."
Another silent moment of awkwardness; say something Sasuke!
". . . Sasuke . . ."
"Hn?" the teen grunted.
She stared at her fidgeting fingers that pressed and rubbed against each other. "How long are we going to keep this up? We're going get married and then just divorce?" He raised a curious eyebrow.
"Why the sudden thought?" Sasuke asked.
She shrugged. "I was just . . . curious because I have no idea what we're going to do in the future except live together, go to school together, and pretend to love each other."
He heaved out a heavy sigh. "I can't come up the exact answer. Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll come up with something soon."
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Sasuke leaned down slightly and plunged his key into the doorknob of the house. Thank goodness they've arrived. Sakura was getting this feeling as if somebody has shoved a rock down her throat and she was also getting carsick . . . And a little tensed.
Sh-Should I tell him now? She thought nervously as she gnawed on her thumbnail. No, no, no way! I don't want to freak him out, do I? It's been only a week . . . Maybe he's going to act differently if I do tell him that I like him.
". . . Sakura?"
She immediately stiffened. "I like you!" she blurted.
And at that very moment Sakura wanted to run away and hide from him forever. Or rewind back time when they were still getting out of his car. Her hands slowly came up towards her face, to cover herself, but stopped midway. That would be even more embarrassing. Maybe she should learn to keep her thoughts to herself.
Maybe this is just a dream. Yes! That has to be it! Maybe Sakura's still sleeping at Toshie's and Kanji's house. Very quickly, she pinched her arm just to make sure. Ouch. Maybe this isn't a dream. Blood rushed to her cheeks.
Think of something to say! Think of something to say! I can't think of anything to say!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . I'm screwed . . . .
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