a n t h o l o g y Chapter 10: Interruption, a naruto fanfic

dedicated to: rhyrhy, romeaynce, &&veroxion. (I DONT DESERVE YOUR GUYS' LOVE DDDx)
prompt: fmylife(dot)com
rating: M
story: drabble ten. sakura's POV.
FML o10: kanye west && taylor swift.

note: i decided to do one chapter: sakura's POV. 2nd chapter: sasuke's POV. 3rd chapter: third person. and so on and so forth. REPEAT until we REACH THE ENDDD.

summary: "So, concluding this essay, I would like to thank--" I began. Naruto rushed up, grabbing the mike from me. "You know, Sak, that's great, I'm really glad for you and I'll you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best music videos of all time. OF ALL TIME." ...FML.

.o10.
by
SasuSaku Forever and Ever
(aka; ohh, &&xena/-x- XENAPHOBiiA -x-/Xenaphant)

Interruption

Dude.

How could he do that?!

SERIOUSLY.

THAT IS SO NOT COOL.

KANYE WEST JUST, LIKE, JUMPED IN FRONT OF TAYLOR AND TOOK THE FREAKIN' MIKE FROM HER.

And he was like, interrupting her, and DUDE. DID YOU SEE HER EXPRESSION? She was crying backstage! YOU'RE SUCH A FREAKIN' JACKASS, KANYE. I HOPE YOU DIE.

Taylor's just a young chica wanting her thirty minutes or so of fame, but NO. YOU AND YOUR SHITTY SELF HAD TO RUIN IT.

WELL, FUCK YOU KANYE.

FUCK YOU.

...You really are heartless.

(I know this is a bad time, but I LOVED YOUR SONG "STRONGER." Okay, now back to the hate mode. Go die, and NEVER COME BACK.)

P.S. Can you send me an autographed album?

I Hate That I Love You, (ha, now I'm going Rihanna on your ass.)

-Haruno Sakura.

Okay. So I was preparing my medical speech for a PhD to get into the Konoha Hospital (while watching the awards, but STFU. I think that America is currently more important than my damn speech.), I was on the phone talking with Hinata about it, my precious baby on speaker, and my pen scribbling down shit.

"He just JUMPED, Hinata! He, like, used his feet and JUMPED!" I shrieked.

Hinata sighed for the fiftieth or so time. "Y-You use your f-feet to j-jump, Sakura-chan."

"I know, but, like...his jump was like...pause. JUMP! SO SUDDEN! SO DRAMATIC! So...so..." I began, nearly tearing.

Hinata replied, "It's okay, Sakura-chan. You'll get over it. It's not a big deal."

"IT IS A BIG DEAL!" I sobbed, dropping my pen and watching the ink spread on the paper. Fuck.

I could hear Hinata sigh again. "Okay, Sakura-chan. Well, I have to go now, because Neji-nii-san refuses to cut his hair. I'll see you tomorrow--good luck!"

I sniffed and pressed the End button.

(I knew I should've typed this.)

Well. It's, uhm. One o' clock in the morning, with lots of coffee, sugar, tears, and curses. And of course, the paper.

I treasured the paper, holding it up and admiring my printed work from arms length. And all of a sudden, angelic voices sang, with heaven's light shining down on it, sparkling in multiple places.

I then shook my head, lowered the paper, and the music and light and sparkles stopped.

Feeling sad, I put it arms length away again.

"Aa!" the voices sang.

...Instead of sleeping, I spent my time doing that. Off and on. For three hours.

I was gonna be cranky at...uhm...I think it started at nine o'clock.

Eh. Whatever.

After Three Hours of Constant Ogling, Four Hours of Sleep, and...well. I don't really know what else.

"I. AM. SO. TIRED." I shrieked as I rampaged through the room, looking for something nice to wear. Bags were under my eyes, but it wasn't something a little makeup couldn't fix?

My hair was disheveled. And I was bitchy. Like, not just "GO AWAY, I'M PMSing!" bitchy, but the kind of bitchy that includes the PMS, a break-up, and...uhm. A...(fill something of your choice).

I found a scarlet dress Hinata gave me. Quickly taking my old clothes off, I was clad in a lacy red bra and panties (I saw an old man birdwatching through my window. It's nice to know he apprectiates nature in the morning.), and quickly put on the dress, while finding matching high-heels.

I combed my hair, outlined my eyes with eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner, put on blush, a nice matching lipstick with my buh-you-tee-ful dress, and nearly pranced through my door. With high heels.

Prancing in high heels is so totally awesomesauce.

So as I grabbed my keys, started up my beautiful pink Prius, I forgot something.

...Fuck.

MY SPEECH.

I ran back, the keys still in the car. And as I held the paper, oh so gently, (no time for arms length, I had WORK to do), I saw my car speeding down the driveway. Into a ravine.

FML.

With my super awesome ninja skizzles, I got the car out. But the paint chipped! I was examining it, and then my eyes widened, and I nearly dropped the paper.

It chipped.

THE. PAINT. CHIPPED.

I saw it. I freakin' saw it.

A part of the car's pink paint was chipped. It was about the size of the 'l' on your keyboard, but sideways.

I cried.

"I'M SORRY, PRIUS-CHAN," I sobbed as I hugged the mirror.

But.

I had somewhere to go.

So I just got in, and hopefully later took my anger out on Naruto.

What does Hinata see in him again?

I turned on the radio. Nothing like good music to start the day.

"KANYE WEST INSULTED TAYLOR SWIFT--!"

I winced, changing the station.

"Yesterday, Kanye interrupted Taylor in--"

My face scrunched up.

"ACCORDING TO THE JAY LENO SHOW, KANYE IS A BITCH."

Okay. I admitted it. I let go of the steering wheel and cried.

No accident, but. Well. I was even angrier when Prius-chan got bird poop in the window.

FML. Again.

"I'M FINALLY HERE!" I shouted, waving my angelic paper. Everyone looked at me, including Tsunade with her breast implants.

(Oh wait, that was Karin and Ino. Or don't they stuff their bra? Ha. They're just jealous of me.)

I saw Hinata, my lovie, and hugged her. Then I saw Naruto, and dear Saucy-cakes, looking sexy, as usual.

Naruto ran up and squeezed me. And wished me luck. And planned a surprise.

...I hope it's not a thong again.

Sasuke looked at me with that smexilicious devilish smirk. "Good luck."

I died inside.

Forget Prius-chan and other crap. Sasuke-kun is so amazing.

Everyone clapped as Tsunade called my name on the stage.

Besides tripping on my high heels, blushing, cursing, and all that shit, I got on the stage. Aheming, I started out.

"MY FELLOW JAPANESIANS. ASK NOT WHAT KONOHA WILL DO FOR YOU. Because then the whole world will blow up 'cuz we got AIDS from Orochimaru."

Many people agreed in chatters.

I saw Sasuke-kun raise an eyebrow.

...THAT BITCH.

SHE WAS LYING ABOUT JAPANESIANS NOT BEING A WORD.

I'm gonna cut off her FAKE hair and CHOKE HER WITH IT.

CHOKE HER.

CHOKE HERRR.

There was silence.

...And then I realized I was saying that out loud.

Acting like everything was normal, I 'ahemed' again.

"Continuing."

I went through a lot of my speech, including little curses and such. And when I was about to get to the MOST IMPORTANT PART, he came.

He came with my surprise.

He came with my surprise.

He came with my surprise.

He came with my surprise.

"So, concluding this essay, I would like to thank--" I began.

Naruto rushed up, grabbing the mike from me.

"You know, Sak, that's great, I'm really glad for you and I'll you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best music videos of all time. OF ALL TIME," he shouted.

Silence.

Echo, echo, echo.

...FML. I'm fucking serious, REALLY. KILL ME NOW.

I stared at everyone, my hands trembling. "YOU BAKA!" I shouted, punching him. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YESTERDAY'S SHOW AFFECTED ME? YOU JERK!" I shrieked as I ran off the stage crying.

(Yes, this is a big deal for me. Though I'm not really into American music, Taylor Swift is awesomesauce. Love Story totally fits Sasuke-kun and me, except no one dies. YAY.)

Everyone saw me rush out. Like. Really quickly. So did Naruto, holding the mike. So when I left, I heard him say, "NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, DON'T KILL ME~ IT ONLY MAKES US STRONGER!" he sung.

Fuck him. I am gonna kill him.

Sasuke rose from his seat.

"Excuse me. I have to use the restroom," he muttered to Hinata.

Loosening his tie, he went to the only sensible place he could to find me.

The girls' bathroom.

Making sure no one was there, and listening to see if anyone was IN there, he then entered, and heard sobs.

Of course, my sobs.

He knocked the door.

"Sakura."

I only responded with cries. The awards were a big deal for me!

"Sakura," he said even more firmly, knocking harder.

More sobs. Because, well. He was interrupting me. Like Naruto, that bastard. Sniff sniff.

He did the unthinkable.

Since I wouldn't OPEN the door, he climbed under. Like, Mission Impossible rolling under a table or something.

It didn't really get his suit dirty, but it was hot.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"What happened," he commanded, needing to know.

I sobbed in his chest as I told the whole story. He sighed, raising an eyebrow.

"You're making such a big fuss over this?"

I cried harder. WHY IS NOBODY UNDERSTANDING MY SENSITIVITY?

Sighing again, he placed his hand on my hair. STROKING IT.

STROKING IT.

DUDE.

I WAS HAPPIER ALREADY. He NEVER showed PDA. Especially to me. Or anyone else. Mostly everybody else, but he CARED FOR ME.

Ferserious.

Oh meh gawsh.

Did he do what I thought he did?

HE PULLED ME CLOSER 0.01 MILLIMETERS TO HIM.

I can feel his thing pressing against my baby-making thing. It would be perfect! Him, me, doing it, having the time of our life...pop! Goes the baby out the vagina.

OHH. I remember, like, when I was ten, I was so scared to put a tampon in that I asked a question online, because I was scared of the tampon not fitting or I couldn't get the right hole.

And someone said, "PSHH. if a baby can fit thru there so can a tampon."

I was like "...when you're preggers, your vagina does something wacky so that it can help the baby get out. But whatev. Thanks anyway."

Continuing.

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

His lips were on my hair, and his hands were sliding down to my waist.

Oh, wait. Make that my hips.

"S-Sasuke-kun?" I stuttered out.

He pressed a finger to my lips.

"Shh."

I closed my eyes, not knowing what to do next. And he leaned in, his icy lips from the iced champagne (mm...spearmint chapstick?) touching mine.

He tasted good.

I wrapped my arms around his beautiful pale neck, my hands in his hair. He nibbled on my lip, and I moaned as he stuck his tongue in.

We were playing tonsil hockey for a good five minutes.

(Best 300 seconds ever spent.)

I pulled away, and he had a concerned look on his face.

"Did you not like it? Did I go too fast? Did I--"

Whoa.

Uchiha Sasuke, panicking.

I need my video camera.

"You were fine, Sasuke-kun. I needed to breath, after all," I chuckled, the tears caked on my face.

"Hn."

My lips formed an 'o' shape, and I played with his tie.

I ever so slightly pulled it off, leaving him in only a black jacket, white dress shirt, and black pants.

"Oops," I said seductively, the black tie in between my fingers. I played with it, the silk good against my skin.

I saw him watching me, licking his lips.

"You do know there's a free room. After all..." he said huskily, biting my earlobe, his tongue in and out. "This is a hospital," he breathed.

My breath hitched.

And, well.

...My fantasy may just come true.

Room 69 (haha, what a coinky-dink!).

Sasuke locked the door behind us, and stared at me with those handsome eyes of his.

I covered my chest, biting my lip and for some reason moving away from him.

Each step back.

He stepped forward.

Until I reached a wall.

He rubbed my shoulders sensually, licking the nape of my neck, kissing my jaw and then moving onto my lips.

"You're beautiful," he muttered, tracing the outline of my mouth.

"You're too handsome for me..." I moaned as his hands just-so-happened to brush the spaghetti straps down my arms.

I placed them back where they belonged, and he "pouted."

"Don't be shy."

Gently, his fingers brushed them down again, tickling me.

Kissing me again, I then removed his black jacket, which fell to the floor, and began unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly.

"Naughty, naughty Sakura," he smirked through the kiss.

I growled.

"Shut up," I murmured back.

I then saw a glimpse of his god-like structure.

Oh holy crap.

Pale skin. Model-like body. ABS. And...ugh. Am I dead? I think I am.

I breathed heavily. And he smirked. Slowly, I placed my hands on his chest, starting from his shoulders down to his waist.

My fingers traveled a bit too far, and they ended up brushing against his...member.

He moaned, and I squealed, jumping back and holding my hand against my chest.

"That felt good," he whispered huskily, taking my hand and wanting me to touch him again.

I shook my head.

"I'm too nervous."

He smirked. "I'll help relieve you of your anxiety, Sa-ku-ra."

Sasuke unzipped the back of my dress, the scarlet fabric falling to the ground.

I blushed furiously, trying to cover myself. My breasts or my womanhood?

He pulled my arms away.

"There's nothing to hide."

Psh. YEAH THERE IS.

He unclasped my bra with one hand (skilled. Yup.), and stared at my breasts, my nipples erect.

Slowly, he held my hands and asked me a question. "Is it okay?"

"Aa," I breathed out, caressing his cheek and bringing his head to my chest. He licked my nipples, biting them, and I squealed. My hands were in his hair.

He made wet trails over my breasts with his tongue, the small breeze chilling the patterns.

"You are beautiful," he whispered again, his hands touching my twin mounds.

I was nearly beyond embarrassed.

But hey, it felt good.

(So sue me.)

When having sex, never use a cot.

Sasuke-kun and I fell down. Four times. When he was cumming. I mean, like, he was leaning in to kiss me, and he was IN NAKED GLORY. (So was I, but I am self-conscious about my body.)

And then it hit me.

"You didn't put on a condom?" I asked.

His eyes widened.

"Oh...fuck..." he muttered, getting off of me and dressing me, and himself.

I laughed. "Whatever."

He stared at me, and then was about to facepalm himself.

Apparently, a guy getting a girl pregnant is big news for him. But not me! Doesn't everyone act natural when they think they're pregnant?

...Idiot.

"How many more months?" Sasuke asked as he stroked my hair while I laid on his lap.

"Mm...two, I think?" I smiled.

Sasuke chuckled. "That's good."

I 'pshed.'

"Having cravings, throwing up everyday, being bitchy, uncomfortable, worried...the only thing you have to worry about is not having a kunai hit your dick."

"Hn."

I then got up, went to my computer, and logged onto my FaceBook account.

"...What are you doing?" he asked.

I did not respond.

I checked the usual; friend requests, posts, notices...ooh! A new quiz!

"When Will Kanye West Interrupt You?"

Ugh. I got over that, like, four months ago. It wouldn't bother me. Much.

I read the questions, took the quiz, and I excitedly got my result.

...

Oh hell no.

"When Will Kanye West Interrupt You: CHILDBIRTH."

FML.

ugh. sorry i havent updated in forever. i was bored, had no inspiration, was feeling really down, and school was being a bitch. i could've updated sooner, but...like i said, no inspiration.

i am sorry to all of you. DDDx.

and, uhm. yeah. the kanye west quiz on FB is true. so. yeah. AND IT WAS SO RUSHED, DAMNIT.

SO FUCKING RUSHED. i hate it.

balhhhhhhhhhhh. hatehatehatehatehate. gaygaygaygaygaygaygaygayNESS. Dx

r&r?

btw: I HAVE PREVIEWS NOW.

.o11. (The Talk): "So," Father Haruno began, sipping a cup of tea. "What have you done recently that was great?" Without thinking, I blurted out, "Your daughter." FML.

love always xoxo,

-ohh, &&xena