Thank you, awesome reviewers! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!!!!! EVEN THE HATERS OR FLAMERS, I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME!!!!! Oh, and enjoy the new chapter.
"Hey, Sasuke."
"What?"
"Do you think someone will find us?"
"No."
"…"
"Sakura?"
"I DON'T WANNA' DIE, SASUKE! I DON'T WANNA' DIE!!!!!!!!!!!"
Yes, Sasuke and Sakura were still stuck in the attic. It's been about 2 hours and frankly it was boring, so insanely boring.
"What if no one finds us, what if they'll forget that we exist, WHAT IF THE WORLD IS ENDING RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE AND EVERYONE IS EVACUATING TO A SAFE HOUSE IN IRELAND AND WE GOT LEFT HERE BECAUSE WE WER—mrff." The unsuspecting idio—I mean, Sakura was cut off by a pair of lips crashing onto hers. Here we go again.
'Is he freakin' kissing me?!?'
'HELL YEAH!!!'
And well, after a minute or two, they finally broke apart. Finally.
Sasuke smirked. "That shut you up."
"THAT WAS SO NOT COOL, UCHIHA!!!!!!!!!!" Sakura grimaced as she rubbed her tongue on the floor.
"Sakura, that's dirty." The Uchiha smirked as he rested against the door, eyes closed, hands behind his head, his legs extended outwards forming a V-shape. "You could get hepatitis."
"IT'S NOT AS DIRTY AS LETTING THE DEVIL HIM SELF TONGUE FUCK YOU!" She rubbed her tongue on the floor more. "AND BESIDES HEPATITIS IS A SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASE!!!"
"It isn't always." Sasuke said nonchalantly. "But we could try." He opened an eye to see Sakura's reaction.
'Wide eyes.'
'Check.'
'Twitching.'
'Check.'
'Jaw on the floor, uneven breathing and the silence.'
'Check, check and check.'
'I guess the only thing left now is the—'
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? YOU JUST PUT A MENTALLY DISTURBING IMAGE OF-OF—AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
'—cursing.'
'CHECK!'
"I wouldn't really call it mentally disturbing, Sakura-chan." He chuckled lightly. "It usually disturbs me down there."
"WHY DO YOU CHOOSE NOW TO BE SO-SO…" Sakura trailed off trying to find the right words.
"Horny?" Sasuke interjected.
"…OPEN!!! I MEANT OPEN!!!" Sakura was going wild. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down—despite the fact that she might get raped within the duration of this assignment.
"I was only kidding, Sa-ku-ra." Sasuke laughed slightly. The pink-haired girl sighed.
"Sasuke, you know I hate you, right?" She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"Yup, pretty much."
"Would you at least stop trying to grow a sense of humor?"
"That was low, Haruno." Sasuke grumbled.
"You almost gave me a freaking heart attack; we're not even yet, Sasuke-kun." Sakura took something out of her pocket, a little gingerbread man—wait. No, it was a little chicken-assed gingerbread man.
"Sakura, is that a voodoo doll?" Sasuke raised a brow at her. The only response he got was a witch-like giggle.
"You'll never know, Sasuke." Her bangs covered her eyes and somehow she managed to crawl to a dark corner across the room without using her hands…or knees. Hmmm…must run in the family.
"OW! Did you just freakin' bite me?!?"
"Okay, now we're even." Sakura merely shrugged.
"You know, Uchiha, you're a pretty boring person."
"So I've been told."
"I mean you're REALLY boring." Sakura stressed the really, clearly shown in the CAPITALIZED form.
"Hn."
"See? What does that even mean?"
"If I remember correctly, you can evewn translate my 'Hn's and 'Aa's."
"And you're just so…cocky!" Sakura complained as she completely ignored Sasuke.
"Sure, you're hot." Sasuke raised a brow at this. "Oh, stop raising your brow as if it's NOT the clearest thing ever. And don't you get all smart with me, Mr. I-Am-Uchiha-Fear-Me!"
"Whatever, Sakura."
"Che. Whatever." That somehow ended the conversation as Sakura was again drenched in the boredom that is attic…and Sasuke.
-a few seconds later-
"LALALALALALALA…"
"What…the hell are you doing, Sakura?"
"It's the annoying sound!"
"You mean your voice?"
"NO! Everytime it gets quiet, it'll just come up and disturb you again!"
"Exactly, your voice."
"Shut up!"
"You're the one who's talking!"
"By telling me I'm the one who's talking, you're talking!"
"…"
"I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Well, by saying—"
"SHUT UP!"
"YOU JUST SAID YOU WOULDN'T TAK TO ME!!!"
This is what happens when you're stuck in the attic with the worse possible person ever, Sasuke…or in his case Sakura.
It was a wonder that nobody found them with all that screaming.
Sakura and Sasuke glared at each other and, as if their bodies were acting on their own accord, they inched nearer and nearer. They were merely inches away, INCHES, when the door slammed open and revealed a blonde idiot.
"SAKURA-CHAN, SASUKE-TEME, WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?!? I WAS SO LONELY AT SCHOOL! WHY ARE YOU GUYS IN THE ATTIC?!? AND WHY ARE YOU SO NEAR EACH OTHER?!? ANYWAYS, I HAVE GREAT NEWS!!!" Sasuke sighed and found that Sakura wasn't by his side anymore.
She grabbed an old vintage camera she found when she was exploring and faced it to herself as she slowly approached the wailing blonde.
"We have spotted the rare yellow headed baboon. It species has been endangered for quite a time, mates, mainly because of it's less, really less superior mind. It's a wonder this one's still alive, eh?" Sakura whispered to the camera in that strange Aussie accent.
"Crikey! Did you see that?!?"
"Sakura-chan, what are you doing?" Naruto said, scratching his head. His expression turned horrific as Sakura tackled him to the flour.
"The only way to handle one is t tackle it to the ground and wrestle it, ya' see." They were rolling on the floor as Sakura tossed Sasuke the camera and urged him to film everything. "You jump on it and bonk it on the head like so."
"Ow!" Sasuke couldn't help but snicker.
"And with a rope…" Sasuke throws her a rope. "...you tie it up cattle style, but remember make it that he cannot and I repeat CANNOT get out." And as she said so she did. She placed a foot on Naruto's back and tied his arms and legs behind him.
"There." She dusted her hands of the imaginary dust.
"You can stop filming now, Sasuke-kun." She smiled.
"No way, this is too fun."
"NO, THIS IS NOT!" The yellow headed baboon screeched. Sakura squatted next to him.
"Why are you even here, Baboon?" Sakura asked as she patted the blonde's head.
"What, can't I come for a visit at all?" Naruto grumbled.
"It' a school day, isn't it?" Sasuke countered as he sat next to Sakura, still holding the camera.
"And why are you two here, huh, Teme? You getting cozy with Sakura-chan?" Naruto smirked as he saw Sasuke falter a little.
"You're getting good with your comebacks, Uzuzmaki."
"I try." Naruto shrugged; weird that Naruto could still do that with his arms tied and the fact Sakura almost dislocated his shoulders.
"So what news is so great that you went all the way here in the middle of a school day?" Sakura crossed her arms and waited for Naruto's reply.
"ME AND HINTA-CHAN ARE BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND NOW!" Naruto exclaimed loudly. The other two cringed at the ear-deafening screech.
"So which one are you?" Sakura mused as she tried to return the hearing in her ears.
"Nice one, Haruno." They high-fived and Naruto wondered why they weren't together yet…So do we, Naruto, so do we.
"So…have you kissed yet?" Sakura pressed on and Naruto almost beamed.
"Wel—"
"Did she puke?" Sasuke interjected, which earned a well deserved snicker from Sakura.
"You guys are mean." Naruto huffed.
"Only because we love you, Naruto." Sakura once again patted Naruto's head.
"Hey, why don't I get a compliment?" Sasuke pouted.
"Because you already know how awesome you are, Sasuke-kun." Sakura giggled and patted Sasuke's head too.
'I'm getting used to this Sasuke-kun thing.'
'That's because you like it.'
"WHY AREN'T YOU TWO TOGETHER YET?!? YOU CREATE THE PERFECT IMAGE OF BISHOUNEN AND BIJIN-GA/BISHOUJO, WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU TOGETHER?!?"
"Shut up, Baka!"
"So…"
"Hn…"
"What do we do now?" Sakura turned her head towards the boy lying beside her. After the whole stuck in the attic episode, they decided to go back to sleep…well, Sakura decided that Sasuke go to sleep while she cooks breakfast…or lunch.
"I don't know." This is probably the only time they had nothing to do.
"The attic was way more fun." Sakura reasoned and Sasuke only nodded.
"Yeah…" He stared at the ceiling just finishing the meal Sakura prepared for him.
"You want something else? I could cook again if you like." Sakura asked him as she got off the bed and took Sasuke's plates.
"I'm fine." He replied shortly after still staring blankly into space…or ceiling.
"Okay…"She smiled just before leaving the room as she carried the tray to the kitchen.
She arrived at the kitchen, still smiling, and proceeded to the sink to wash the used plates. She tied her hair up in a messy pony tail, leaving her bangs to frame her heart shaped face. She put on the apron the maids usually use and in the process, she ended up humming a happy tune.
"You're the first one who hasn't pounced on him yet." A voice behind Sakura spoke.
Sakura stiffened at the familiar voice.
"Hi, Mikoto-san." She turned slowly and waved at the older woman with soapy hands.
"Pish posh, Sakura, call me Oba-chan." The raven haired woman chuckled lightly. This wasn't the woman Sakura remembered.
"Mi—I mean, Oba-chan, what are you doing here?" She eyed Mikoto suspiciously when she sat down on the chair nearest her.
"Well, this is, in fact, my home, isn't it, Sakura-chan?" She chuckled again. Sakura turned back to what she was doing and started humming again.
"What are you doing, Sakura?" Mikoto broke the unsettling silence falling between them.
"I'm washing the dishes, Oba-chan." She replied as sweetly as she could.
"And whose dishes are those?" Mikoto pressed on.
"Sasuke's." She replied curtly.
"He made you wash his dishes?" She asked innocently and smiled as she felt Sakura grit her teeth.
"No, I offered to."
"And why is that?"
"Because I made him the freaking meal." Her patience was growing weary and it took all her control not to strangle the woman then and there.
'She is so much more annoying when she's normal.'
"You could've asked the maids to do that."
"They don't know what he wants." Sakura flinched as the bubbles turned red; she pierced herself with a knife.
"You hurt yourself." Mikoto said stating the obvious.
"No shit." Sakura replied as she washed her wound.
"Hmmm…You have your mother's tongue." Mikoto grunted and neared the bleeding girl. She sees her clean the wound thoroughly and smirked.
"But you also have her brains." She took the girl's hand in hers and led her to the small brown table.
"Wait here." Mikoto ordered and the girl simply complied. Mikoto entered a closet and after a few minutes, she came out with a first aid kit.
"It's a pretty deep cut, you must've been really mad with me, huh?" Sakura inly hissed in response as Mikoto touched the wound.
"Sorry." She sincerely apologized and put some Betadine solution on the wound. They stayed silent as Mikoto nursed her arm.
"You know, Sakura, I never really liked you from the beginning, but my husband and sons thought otherwise." Mikoto mused.
"Hn."
"You spend too much time with my son." Mikoto said.
"I always thought you were like one of those other girls, the ones who would only stay close to my son because of his looks." She wrapped Sakura's arm in cotton…well, wrap…I don't know what it's called, okay?!?
"Psh." Sakura scoffed.
"And yes, now I know you aren't." Mikoto smiled warmly at the girl.
"And to think I annoyed the hell out of you for nothing." The alleged crazy lady sighed dreamily.
"And you called me a potty mouth." Sakura muttered. The two women looked at each other and smiled.
"Thanks, Oba-chan."
'For everything.'
"Thank you, Sakura."
'For making my son smile again.'
Hi, readers. I made this chapter a little shorter than my others. Sorry 'bout that, but I wanted this chapter to be a little less random…Anyways, did you like it? Please review!
