A Play That Spells Disaster
I have the least inspiration for this story despite how much you guys like it...which makes me feel terrible by the way...but I've been really stressed lately. I have finals, and I do terribly on tests. So maybe writing will help me ease some of the stress out.
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"Alright, everyone! That's a wrap!" exclaimed the emerald eyed girl as she stood in front of the remaining 32 students auditioning. "I'll announce who is playing who by the end of the week."
As the large group thanked her and shuffled out of the auditorium, Sakura bounded the stairs down to the seats below and sunk down into one. Sighing contently as the last person left; leaving her alone in the empty theater to work peacefully by herself.
But after a few hours of highlighting names on the three class rosters, pencil marks and scratches over lines in the scripts, and cuts in the scenes, Sakura's stomach began to rumble loudly.
She groaned inwardly. The full effect the coffee had given her a few hours ago was beginning to wear off. 'I have to finish this. Then I can go home and stuff my face…' she decided.
Nonetheless, her stomach was persistent and continued to growl. As it did, it made her instantly grateful that there was no one left in the auditorium to hear the rumbling echo her stomach was causing.
That is, until she heard a voice lined with ridicule fill her ears. "You should go home." The voice told her, causing the blood to automatically rush to her cheeks.
"I-I'm the director… I have an obligation." Sakura began as she tried her best to keep her voice steady as possible. After all, this was the second time she had embarrassed herself in front of him.
He snorted dismissively. "Obligations mean nothing if you can't function properly." He retorted and pointed to the scribbled and endless circles Sakura had absently drawn on one the paper corners with his onyx eyes.
She really was getting hungry…
Sakura's cheeks burned an embarrassing tomato red as she looked away from his flawless features and piercing gaze. "W-Why are you in here anyway? Auditions are over for today."
Sasuke snorted again. "I heard incessant growling." He remarked as the corner of his mouth turned upward into a sneer. Sakura felt her cheeks grow even hotter with this remark. Had he just come to mess with her?
'Of course he did. The Sasuke-kun I knew is dead. And he was replaced with an arrogant…' but she dismissed her thoughts and spoke. "I was just leaving-"she paused to gather up her things to stuff into her bag, but unsuccessfully missed the opening of her bag and watched the papers scatter across the floor.
Sakura pretended not to hear the quiet chuckle escape Sasuke's throat as she bent to re-gather her papers. "Not to be rude or anything Uchiha-san, but I don't understand why you're still here insulting me. I mean, you found out what the noise was so why don't you-"
"Uchiha-san?" he repeated in a strange tone. So strange it caused her to finally look up at his beautiful face. As it took her breath away, it also startled her. Sasuke's expression was contorted in confusion and his onyx eyes were unfocused; as if they were no longer staring at the emerald eyed girl in front of him but somewhere else.
"Uchiha-san?" Sakura asked him as she looked at him curiously and stuffed her papers back into her bag. He didn't respond.
When she rose from the ground, Sakura waved a hand in front of his face with a little concern. "Uchiha-san? What's wrong?" she asked. When Sasuke didn't respond again, Sakura slowly put her hands on his shoulders and shook him gently. "Uchiha-sa-"but her voice was cut off when he covered her mouth with a callused hand.
"Sasuke." He grunted as his eyes began to refocus. Emerald eyes looked at him with both shock and fear and hoped that he couldn't feel the burn of her cheeks under his hand.
"My name is Sasuke." Sasuke repeated tensely, yet behind his scowl Sakura seemed to see weariness and confusion rather than anger. Sakura gave a meek nod, and Sasuke slowly withdrew his hand from her mouth.
But not before having the pads of his middle and ring finger graze her lips gently, leaving a burning trail on her skin; almost making her shudder.
Sakura could do nothing but stare as his dark eyes poured into hers. But when her stomach growled again, the raven haired man looked away and growled in annoyance. "Go home and eat." He commanded as he shoved a hand into his pocket and walked past her.
But, he could not bring himself to keep walking when she spoke again.
"A-Anno…Uchi-Sasuke-kun? Could…you…maybe walk me halfway home?"
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Sasuke's POV
I walked silently beside the girl as we bounded the long marble steps to the grass-lined, concrete path outside the Academy. And I grew more frustrated with each step.
What a peculiar girl, Haruno was. I could not bring myself to understand her anymore than I could separate myself from her.
Rather than the average girl (minus always being accompanied by her loud blonde friend), she preferred working alone and secluding herself in a quiet, deserted place.
(She wasn't a sociopath or craved attention.)
And instead of satisfying her needs, she tolerated the uncomfortable feeling for the sake of others.
(She was diligent and self-sacrificing.)
And though I had merely covered her mouth to silence her, I could not shake the feeling of her surprisingly soft skin burning my fingertips. It aggravated me.
But of course, that did not aggravate me as much as the way she had spoken my name.
'Uchiha-san.'
It was nothing I wasn't used to; my family's fame had out-lived their life-spans. Yet, the fact that the formality had come from her mouth irked me.
No, the emotion I had felt differentiated from the emotions I normally felt when hearing this (aggravation and annoyance).
It was…uneasiness.
And I had no explanation for this.
I glared at her from the corner of my eye and cursed her with all my being. She was no love interest nor a friend, yet here I was walking her home as if it was normal.
"Sasuke…kun?" Haruno asked me hesitantly. I hned in response. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to her. But I found myself unable to ignore her completely. I had, after all, agreed to walk her home…reluctantly.
"I can tell by the way you've been glaring at me for the past two blocks that you didn't want to do this." She replied as she linked her hands behind her back and stopped in front of me. "But you did anyway. Thank you."
I looked at her with bewilderment as she looked up to meet my gaze and smiled. She had visibly noticed me glaring at her with such distaste, but disregarded it.
Who…what in the world was this woman?
Haruno continued to smile at me. "I know this sounds stupid, but I would've saved you the trouble if I knew my way home completely. I'm not good with signs and directions, so Ino and Hinata always walk me halfway home. So I don't get lost and raped by some creeper."
I blinked twice as I stared blankly at her. A "creeper" raping her in Konoha? Unlikely. Yet, once again another alien emotion filled me. This time, I found myself feeling suddenly protective for this pink haired girl and malice towards anyone who had intentions of harming her.
These thoughts…were almost terrifying.
I sighed and turned around to run a hand through my hair. "I'm taking you home." I told her when I turned back to her. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion, which I immediately understood when I saw my reflection in her emerald eyes. My gaze was a mixture of menacing determination.
I wanted- needed to walk her home the entire way. I would not be able to survive the night wondering if the pink headed girl slept in her bed or on the streets in an ally because she had gotten lost. I was compelled to her see her walk safely into her house.
This angered me. Why did I suddenly care so much about this woman's well-being?
"But…why?" Haruno asked me as she attempted to study my expression. Though I didn't know the answer to this myself, I suddenly felt the corners of my lips turn upward into a sneer as I replied.
"Creepers."
With an aggravated huff, the pink haired girl spun around and began to storm down the block, grumbling to herself. I shook my head in amusement before returning to her side effortlessly.
What a strange…interesting girl Haruno Sakura was turning out to be.
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"Ne, Sasuke-kun? What part are you going to audition for?" Sakura asked the raven haired man curiously as the two walked through the quieter part of the town. A snort escaped Sasuke's throat as he walked beside her.
A frown fell onto Sakura's lips as her emerald eyes looked at him with protest. "You're not going to audition for anything? But…that'll be the same thing as failing!"
"I'll take an alternative assignment." The man replied dully. Emerald eyes filled with defiance and confusion as she looked down at the ground and continued to walk.
'But…this play was created for you to star in Sasuke-kun…' she thought to herself as she bit her lip to suppress the emotion desiring to escape.
"I…this may sound silly, but…" she began as she dug her hand into her palms to steady her voice and refrain from biting her lips and drawing blood again. "I…wanted you to play the lead role."
Sasuke snorted again, causing Sakura's eyes to sting from the blow. What was so funny about her dream?
"Too many lines." The raven haired man replied after a few painful moments. Emerald eyes looked at him questioningly. "That's all?" she asked. "What if the script was edited so you didn't have as many lines?"
"I'm not an actor, Sakura." Sasuke told her coldly as they stopped in front of her house. Emerald eyes could not hide the hurt she felt as she met his onyx ones. When she began to feel hot tears filling the brims of her eyes she looked down and laughed emptily.
"I see…gomen na sai, Sasuke-kun. I didn't mean to push you." She whispered as she dug her nails deeper into her palms. Without looking up to meet his eyes she turned around and entered the gates leading to the Haruno estate.
"Thank you for taking me home." She breathed before hurrying up the long driveway and into her house. Leaving Sasuke confused and alone under the light of the moon.
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Sasuke's POV
I was frustrated again.
With the pink haired girl…and myself.
"What if the script was edited so you didn't have so many lines?"
"I'm not an actor, Sakura."
I had not said more than ten words to her on the remainder of the walk, yet it was apparent that I had upset her. Was I erroneous to say that?
"I see…gomen na sai, Sasuke-kun. I didn't mean to push you."
I had hurt her.
Could this ridiculous play mean more to her than an obligation?
As I drifted off into an uneasy sleep, I dreamt of a girl with bright, innocent eyes speaking to me; calling me by a ridiculous, but familiar nickname and explaining something to me with undying passion.
"I want you to be there for it!"
But I could not hear what she was so passionate about.
"To see it come to life, Sa-kun…"
She loved this. Whatever it was.
"It's the best thing in the world, Sa-kun."
I felt compelled to help her throughout this dream.
"Don't you agree, Sa-kun?"
To make her happy.
"Sa-kun?"
To see this happen.
"Sa-kun?"
This small, insignificant child…
"Sa-kun?"
And her happiness was important to me. Truly important. And that if I had to accomplish anything, to do anything in this world…it was to make her dream come true.
But…she was simply a figment of my imagination, right?
TBC…
I have really bad writer's block, so I'm going to end it here XD. Writin's helped a little bit, but it's hard to go in depth with anything because, even though I'm done with them, I'm still feeling the aftershocks. So please bear with me!!
Because nothing is normal when you have A Play That Spells Disaster…
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