Summary: Collection of short stories. Why would Sakura love the stoic Sasuke? And why would he feel the same way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Word Count: 284
K-Key
Deep down, Sasuke was truly a romantic. He was a sucker for poetry.
(Yes, poetry, get over it. He's an Uchiha, he can do whatever he wants.)
And today was the day. The day he'd take the next step in their relationship, give her a poem, and invite her to move in. Yes, he was ready.
So when she arrived, he had everything ready. Flowers surrounded the doorway, and he sat on the couch, a key and his poem clutched in his hand. As she entered the room, she looked around in awe.
"Sasuke-kun! You did this for me? Why?" Her smile radiated, and it was all for him. He could feel the words trying to form on his tongue, but it came out in a jumbled mess.
"..Hn." (Translation: Move in with me but I'm so nervous, I can't say what I want to say so it came out in my trademark hn.)
Sakura's eyes locked on his clenched hand. "Sasuke-kun, are you alright?"
Every idea that he planning on doing flew out the window, and he felt so awkward. He shoved his hand out at her.
(No, no this wasn't right. He was supposed to kneel and be romantic and proclaim his love for her and read her the poem, goshdangit.) He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize she was reading the last of the poem.
Inside your palm was the key to my heart
You had it along
Her eyes watered up as she looked at the key in her palm, the one she knew belonged to his (their) house. She grinned as she looked up at Sasuke.
"Aw, you're so cheesy Sasuke-kun!"
"Hn." (Translation: asdfghjkl doh, justforyou.)