A/N: I decided to change my pen name because my old one, Animegurl9164, was one I made a long time ago, when I was in what, fifth grade or so? So I'm going to be using this one I came up with, randomteenager, because I'm a high school student now, not an elementary one, since I haven't been one in a few years.
Anyway, other than that little notice, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The Seal of Trust
Summary: Playboy Uchiha Sasuke and Playgirl Haruno Sakura are finally a couple. Everything's great with them, but after being a playboy and playgirl for so long, can they give it up so easily? SasuSaku. (Sequel of: The Dating Game)
Chapter 13 – Move Out
"Sakura, what are you doing?"
The said seventeen-year-old didn't reply right away as moments of stillness took place in the air. She was currently busy scurrying her feet across the floor, gathering all her personal possessions in clusters between her arms. She stuffed her garments in her Louis Vuitton suitcase, not caring that she was shoving them inside in an unorganized fashion, causing the clothes to form a clump as they slanted over one another.
"Sakura? Hello? Are you even listening? Earth to forehead girl? Billboard brow? Massively huge—?"
"What, Ino-pig? I heard you the first time, you know."
"Then why didn't you answer me?"
Sakura didn't reply, her emerald eyes moving from her best friend back to her suitcase. Ino watched her with a small frown, her hands on her hips as she leaned her weight on one leg, her foot tapping away on the smooth velvet carpet floor.
The blonde had barged into the ex-playgirl's room, figuring she would be there after not seeing her in the hallway. She had come to retrieve her borrowed cell phone, as she had lent it to Sakura earlier so the blossom-haired girl could make her desired phone call. Upon barging her suite, seeing the girl stuffing clothes in her suitcase, she had then questioned what she was doing, a confused expression forming on her pretty face.
Ino crossed her arms over her chest, sky blue eyes squinting slightly. "I'm not leaving until you answer me, you know."
Silently, Sakura let out a sigh. She knew how stubborn her close friend could be. She finally answered, "Fine, fine. My long lost uncle had a stroke, and I have to pack and fly back to my family immediately."
Curious emerald eyes peeked over to the blonde's face, wondering if she fell for her lie. Ino's face held vast amounts of skepticism. After all, she knew Sakura the most, and knew her tell when the blossom-haired playgirl was lying.
"You wouldn't be happening to tell a little white lie, would you?" Ino lightly indicted with a quirked eyebrow.
"I wouldn't lie about something like this, Ino-pig," replied the accused girl. She bit her tongue following her statement, having spoken yet another lie.
The blonde's hands settled on her hips once more, obviously not buying the reasons. "I don't know, something seems fishy to me," she spoke, waggling her index finger for added emphasis. "You aren't trying to get out of something, are you? Come on, how many boys' hearts did you break this time—?" She halted herself abruptly before going on any further, remembrance flashing across her sky blue eyes. "Oh, that's right, you're a one-man girl now…" Ino pursed her lips, her expression in deep thought. She then snapped her fingers, "Oh, I get it, this has to do with Sasuke-kun!"
Sakura flinched for a second, emerald eyes expanding. Her head whipped towards where her close friend stood. "No, Ino-pig. I'm not trying to get out of anything, and this does not have to do with… him."
"Mm-hmm. And pigs fly, too."
"Oh, you fly?" Emerald orbs blinked innocently.
Ino rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha. Very funny. So, what happened? What did the almighty Uchiha do to make you want to leave?" Then a small frown tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You'd be leaving all of us behind, too, you know. You do realize that, right?"
Waves of guilt panged at Sakura's heart, but she uneasily brushed her guilty conscious aside. "I told you, Ino," the blossom-haired girl replied, "I'm leaving to go see my long lost uncle who had a stroke, remember? You know I wouldn't leave everyone without having a legitimate reason."
The blonde shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She then walked over to Sakura, holding out her hand with her palm faced up. "Can I have my cell phone now?" With the cellular device dropped in her hand a few moments later, Ino's hand encased over the object. "Thank you," she replied brusquely. As she turned to leave, strolling leisurely towards the door, she turned her head over her shoulder. "Does everyone else know you're leaving?"
At the question, Sakura shook her head. "No, they don't. Do me a favor and tell them for me, okay? With you and your big mouth, that shouldn't be too hard." She offered a friendly smile following her sarcastic comment.
Ino rolled her eyes, her face still somewhat disbelieving towards her best friend's sudden leaving.
"Okay then, billboard brow," she replied easily with a small wave of her hand. Then the bodacious blonde added with a wink, "But you owe me!"
Sakura laughed lightly as Ino took her leave, closing the door behind her.
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Hmm, what could she be hiding… thought Ino with a hand to her chin, her head tilted downwards as she walked slowly, her mind too preoccupied with her thoughts to bother to look at where she's going.
((SFX: Bump))
Sky blue eyes instantaneously snapped upwards, peering upon the person she had accidentally bumped in to. She had only walked a few steps out of the suite Sakura was in before having walked into the individual standing before her. Upon seeing his face, ice-blue eyes blinked.
"Oh, Sasuke-kun!" she blurted out in a chirp, startled.
"Hn," he grunted in reply. Peering over her head, then back down at the blonde's face, onyx eyes studied her expression evenly. "Why were you just leaving my suite?"
"Oh, I just finished talking to Sakura. She's packing her suitcase—"
Packing? the Uchiha thought with slightly narrowed ebony pupils, not bothering to pay attention to what else Ino would babble on about by simply tuning her voice out. He brushed past her, efficiently cutting her off from explaining the reason why Sakura was stuffing her luggage, his footsteps taking long strides as he headed over to the rented hotel suite.
His hand grasped the doorknob firmly, jerking the door open as he briskly stepped inside. Onyx eyes squinted as, indeed, he did see his supposed girlfriend filling her luggage, proving that what Ino had said was true. Judging by her not taking the time to glance at him, Sasuke could tell she was so engrossed in her task to notice him come in.
"What are you doing?" he inquired cynically.
Sakura flinched upon the sudden voice, her head instantly whipping towards where it came from. When startled viridian eyes glimpsed upon the incredulous expression of Sasuke's, she felt her body stunned for a moment. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he was still a little tipsy or "not himself" as of effect of the alcohol.
However, she mentally shook her head, knowing by that time in the morning the liquor's effects would have long worn off. Not to mention the look he was giving her assured her thoughts of knowing he was sober.
At this fact, Sakura's face twisted into a scowl. She turned her head away from him, breaking their silent staring contest as she resumed folding her clothes, ignoring his presence.
Seeing her do so, Sasuke grumbled lowly. "Sakura, what are you doing?" he repeated, despite how much he detested to do so.
The said girl paid no attention to his question, brushing past him as she crossed the large room to gather all of her personal belongings.
She continued to zip by him, and all her movements were bringing back the migraine in Sasuke's head he had just successfully gotten rid of (courtesy of the Advil he had taken.) Not to mention her acting as though he wasn't there, overlooking his existence, was starting to aggravate him.
"Sakura," he called out to her, trying to get her attention.
Still, nothing.
"Answer me, damn it," he ground out to her, following a growl.
Finally, her head turned to look at him. She stood beside her suitcase, holding a mere black tank top by the strands. Her eyebrows were fiercely knitted together, her eyes blazing as she threw him an icy glare.
Onyx orbs blinked, slightly taken aback at her livid stare, even though he didn't look it. The corner of his mouth quirked slightly. A little voice in the back of his head couldn't help muttering that with the angry scowl Sakura was giving him, she did look pretty good with it.
"What?" she seethed out through clenched teeth in response to his constant calling her.
The Uchiha resumed his composure, his expression slightly annoyed. "What are you doing?" he asked for a thrice time.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sakura retaliated, brushing by the raven-haired male as she idly picked up her diamond necklace from the counter, very aware of the piercing ebony eyes following her every movement.
"Where are you going?" he asked with narrowed, skeptic eyes.
"Away from you," she retorted briskly with a huff, continuing her packing of her suitcase.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Sasuke retorted.
"What it means," she snapped back.
As she brushed by him once more, she felt her upper forearm grabbed firmly before she was suddenly jerked back. In reaction, she tried to tug her arm out of his grasp, but soon found all her efforts to be in vain. His hold on her did not falter, not even in the least.
"Don't fuck with me," he murmured to her, sharp obsidian eyes gazing at her steadily. She ignored the electric spark that ran down her spine upon the sound of his low, rich, husky voice. "Answer me, Sakura."
"I don't have to explain myself to you," the said girl barked back.
His scowl deepened in his face, his mouth set in a thin line. His eyes shut tight, suddenly his migraine was hitting his head unmercifully, throbbing achingly in his skull. Everything around him seemed to be tipping over, either that or he was tilting to the side.
"…Sasuke… Sasuke…? You don't look so good, you're very pale…"
Sakura's voice echoed in his ears, feeling a cooling hand placed against the side of his face. Everything around him began to feel dizzy. Suddenly, he felt his body perform an unexpected convulsion. He felt himself collapse, but instead of hitting the ground, his body tilted sideways, landing directly against the blossom-haired girl.
"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura's voice called out, worry clearly etched in it. Most of her anger that had previously been building seem to all dissipate at once. Having had some medical knowledge (from Tsunade herself) Sakura immediately acted on instinct, carrying the Uchiha's body that slanted against her over to the hotel suite's bed. She placed him on his side; her concern building in her eyes as she heard the painful groans escaping his body. Her hand rubbed the small of Sasuke's back in an effort to ease whatever pain he was feeling.
Emerald eyes expanding, her mouth tugged down in a distressed manner. His sudden actions and physical appearance worried her, as she was a naturally compassionate person, despite the fact she was still upset with him. As her hand ran up and down soothingly upon his back, her other free hand stroked the side of his face tenderly. She could feel a light sheet of sweat upon his pale face, which she noted was paler than usually as it colored with an unhealthy tone, and his skin was clammy.
"Ugh… fucking migraine…" Sasuke murmured as his eyes shut tight, grounding his teeth against his molars. He continued to lie on his side, as Sakura's movements intermitted him from moving elsewhere. His hand shot up, clutching her hand that continued to caress his face softly. He could feel her flinch at this, but didn't care less. Soon her tense muscles relaxed, her hand gently squeezing his. His onyx orbs opened faintly before shutting tightly almost instantly, another wave of pain from the migraine crashing into his brain.
Meanwhile, Sakura gazed as her boyfriend squirmed in agony, examining his symptoms. Shaking hands, she thought to herself upon seeing the hand that firmly gripped her own quake slightly. Her jade pupils fell upon his face. Clammy skin, he's sweating –
– And looks even hotter when he does! chimed in Inner Sakura gleefully, despite the serious moment.
…Right… He has a headache, and he's sickeningly pale… She frowned as her mind registered these physical symptoms, trying to decipher what exactly was wrong with him as her brain mentally went through every illness known to man.
"Ugh, fuck it all…" added the Uchiha in a breathy tone, his grip intertwined with her fingers tightening even further. "Never again, damn it…"
'Never again'? thought Sakura. He was drunk last night… Unconsciously, she cringed upon the memory.
And that's when it hit her. Alcohol withdrawal.
She was somewhat familiar with the medical situation, as Tsunade had given her many examples with local teenagers in rehab and their cases. Closing her emerald eyes briefly, her hand still held tightly from Sasuke's grasp along with the hand continually stroking his back soothingly, her mind processed what Tsunade had taught her when it came to curing the illness. She leaned down towards where the Uchiha remained on his side on the soft mattress of the bed.
"Stay here, alright?" she whispered in his ears, to which all he did was groan in response. "I'm going to get something that will help you."
She stood up, taking a few steps only to feel a strong jerk on her hand, causing her to fly back down on the bed. Large sea green eyes blinked at this, looking over to the hand the raven-haired male continued to grip.
"Sasuke, I'm going to need my hand—"
"No…" came his raspy reply, tugging on her hand more. His onyx orbs remained shut tight as his breathing began to turn into short, ragged gulps of air. "Stay…"
Thick lashes lowered as she frowned. "I'll come back," she replied softly to him, giving the hand that held hers tightly a comforting squeeze. "I just need to get you benzodiazepines to make you feel better, okay?" His grasp lightened somewhat, and she felt pity at the helpless, pained state he was in as his body shook somewhat, his teeth grounding together tightly. She bent down, her lips brushing lightly against his temple, covered in a thin film of sweat. "You'll be fine, okay?"
He mumbled a few incoherent words as Sakura stood up, now freed from his hold on her hand as she unconsciously clenched her fingers. Her feet carried itself across the smooth velvet carpet of the floor, heading towards the bathroom as she opened the cabinet. Emerald eyes ran through the prescriptions until she found the benzodiazepines she was looking for. Smiling slightly as she glimpsed upon the label, she grabbed the small bottle. She poured a few of the capsules into the palm of her hand, then went to the sink to retrieve a glass full of clean water. Once she finished doing so, her legs scurried back over to the Uchiha.
"Here, Sasuke-kun," she murmured to him once she was at his side. She carefully sat him upright, letting him slant against her to keep his vertical sitting. "Take these, all right?"
He gave her a brief nod in reply, a shaky hand grabbing the glass out of her grasp as Sakura popped the pills in his open mouth. Sasuke tilted his head backwards, downing the clear liquid down his throat along with the tablets. Onyx orbs opened slightly, remaining heavy-lidded as he took a few gulps of much needed air.
Sakura pressed the back of her hand to the side of his face, which now leaned against the crook of her neck. She winced somewhat upon feeling his skin was still feverishly warm.
"Sasuke, are you a heavy drinker?"
The said male's migraine began to wear off gradually with the help of the medicinal drugs. "Only… every now and then," he replied hoarsely.
Emerald eyes lowered. "When you do drink, how much alcohol do you have?"
His head twisted against her, silky raven hair plastered wetly against his forehead and the smooth skin of her porcelain neck.
"A lot, I guess," his gruff voice answered quietly before shrugging half-heartedly. "I binge…"
Lifting his head, he then placed a hand on the shoulder he was previously resting against to keep himself steady. Sasuke forced his shaky legs to stand, muttering underneath his breath, "I need a drink…"
He took a slow step towards the mini bar conveniently placed in the two's suite ("If ever for 'romantic' purposes," was the hotel's claim of the idea) before he felt himself falter in his steps, stumbling. Immediately, Sakura stood up, acting on instant instinct as she held him against her with a hand pressed against the middle of his heaving chest.
"A drink is the last thing you need," she informed him somewhat brashly. She remembered what Tsunade had said to her when it came to a few patients' case with alcohol withdrawal.
"There are those who drink heavily on a daily basis, in which clearly have a depend on alcohol. Even those who drink daily, but not heavily and those who drink heavily, but not daily, can also be chemically dependent upon alcohol. To them, while they suffer through alcohol withdrawal, taking another drink simply becomes less painful than not taking one or so it seems at the time."
Taking a few steps with his arm slacked around her shoulders, Sakura brought him back to the edge of the bed, sitting Sasuke down against the mattress. His grip tightened when she made a discreet advance away from him, forcing her to sit beside him as he nuzzled her neck once more, onyx orbs at a close. The arm around her lowered to her small waist along with his other arm, pressing her side flush against him, his head nestled in the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet.
The blossom-haired girl sighed at this, her scarlet lips tugging in a frown slightly. Emerald eyes flickered over from her almost completely packed luggage, which sat idly at the corner of the wall. Then she glanced down at the raven-haired male resting against her.
What do I do…? she thought to herself. Do I leave, or take care of him? Her gaze lingered on his face, finding her hand had risen and been absentmindedly stroking his hair and the side of his smooth, pale face. Alcohol withdrawal does take a few days to heal…
She was still somewhat upset at him, for how he had flirted with other girls, for what he had said to her, but found her anger was slowly dissipating when Sasuke leaned into her fingers that had been caressing his cheek softly.
"Sasuke-kun…?" she began tenderly. "How do you feel?"
"…Like shit," his eventual answer came, his tone still croaky. Sakura felt him smirk weakly against her skin. "A kiss would make it better, though."
"Oh, is that so?" she asked with a smile, twinkling emerald eyes watching his head lift from her neck to her face.
Onyx orbs slowly opened, half-lidded as they held a wicked glint in the dark pupils. Sakura laughed softly, her hand now cupping the side of his face, all traces of anger temporarily forgotten. Even in dreaded sickness, he still had his incredible charm.
Her lips pursed for a moment in feign thoughtfulness as Sasuke continued to dreamily smirk at her. She then leaned forward, her lips brushing softly against his until the Uchiha pressed intimately against her, deepening the kiss. Sakura smiled a little when he did so, tilting her head slightly as she nibbled lightly on the lower lip of his mouth. When his tongue did come and meet hers, she brushed it softly against his own.
She felt him shift against her when she sucked a few times on his tongue before pulling back, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of thumb before licking her moistened, crimson lips. Thick lashes hovered over half of her sparking jade eyes, peering at him with a small smile.
"Better?"
Onyx orbs shut briefly at the soft, breathy whisper of her voice on the question. All the pain in his body had washed away almost instantaneously when she kissed him with her sweet, strawberry tasting mouth. When she had pulled back, it was then his body became conscious of the vague amounts of ache his head had been feeling, his skull throbbing from the pain.
"A little," he mumbled candidly before gathering her in his strong arms again, pressing a slow wet kiss against her neck before nuzzling against it.
Sakura smiled tenderly at this, one arm wounding around his neck while the other played with his silky raven hair.
"How do you feel?"
"In pain," he murmured abruptly.
"Don't worry, that'll go away soon," she replied to him.
Onyx orbs opened for a brief moment, blinking slowly, drawing her body closer to his. "Hn," he grunted in reply, inhaling her cherry blossom scent through his nose.
It's already starting to leave…
Sakura knew she had given him enough dosage to heal him in a few days, not to mention his immune system should take care of his pain. He did seem as strong as a horse.
"Is there anything you want?" Sakura inquired softly. She felt him shift against her, his mouth and teeth scraping against her skin faintly.
"You."
She laughed. "That's off-limits for now."
His ears perked at the end of her statement. "For now." He chuckled quietly. He would hold her up to that, for sure.
"You're still very warm, you know," her comment came, interrupting his thoughts. Sasuke felt her press her hand against his forehead, then the side of her face. "I'm going to call for room service to bring me some water and a towel to cool you off."
She slipped out of his arms, ignoring his weak growls of protest as his body collapsed against the bed from the lack of support. She shook her head mockingly at his actions before taking the phone, twirling the cord with her index finger idly as she called for the room service, requesting the two items.
((SFX: knock knock))
A few minutes later, a few thumps were heard on the door. Emerald eyes blinked, giving Sasuke a chaste kiss to his temple (as he still lay on his side) before going to answer the door.
A young woman greeted her sight. She was a tall, thin, with long brunette hair and hazel eyes. She stepped through the entrance as she handed Sakura a few hand towels and a pan of water with a courteous smile.
"Here you are, ma'am," said the young woman as she glanced over to Sasuke, who now sat up straight with his elbows against his knees, his body hunched forward.
Onyx orbs traveled up the legs of the woman, eyeing her 'assets' before landing on her face, giving her a dashing smirk. This caused the girl to blush profusely, fingering the hem of her skirt as her head tilted down, self-consciously looking at her feet.
The sickness ailing the Uchiha was currently messing with his head, as he had forgotten the fact that he was in a committed relationship with his girlfriend, who was currently watching the whole situation skeptically, with a hint of anger. This had leaded him to continue silently flirting with the blushing brunette, continuing to smirk alluringly at her.
After all, his mind was convinced he was still the playboy Uchiha Sasuke.
Meanwhile, a scowl made it's way on Sakura's face, having just seen the little scenario with narrowed emerald eyes. She could feel the anger erupting from earlier seeping back into her emotions as her scowl deepened on her porcelain face.
"You can go now," Sakura snapped to the girl, too angry to thank her for the towel and pan of water she held in her arms.
The brunette glanced at Sakura with a reddened face, mumbling, "O-Oh, right." Her hazel eyes peeked over to the Uchiha, who still continued to look charmingly at her, before ducking her head away, scurrying towards the door.
Seeing this as well, skeptical jade eyes squinted.
She sauntered over towards the leering raven-haired male. Sasuke angled his head upwards, sending Sakura a questioning look with an arched brow at the fierce scowl she was giving him.
"What?" he asked incredulously.
Sakura shook her head roughly, tossing the towels against the bed as she placed the pan of water down.
"You know, Sasuke, you look well enough to me to take care of yourself," she gritted out to him through clenched teeth. She turned abruptly on her heel, zipping up her Louis Vuitton suitcase before dragging the luggage to the floor.
Ebony eyes narrowed skeptically at this. "Sakura, what—"
"Save it," she interrupted him tersely, holding her hand up to silence him. "I don't want to hear any of it."
Humph, if he has the energy to flirt with other girls like that, then he'll sure as hell be fine, she thought to herself, feeling her anger rise at the thought. Ugh, I can't believe I almost forgave that… that senseless jerk!
Humph, got that right, Inner Sakura chimed in with hands on her hips, whipping her head to the side defiantly.
Sasuke stood up, much too hastily, he noted, as he pressed a palm to his forehead to his throbbing skull. All the blood rushed to his head from his sudden movement, temporarily blinding his vision. However, despite this, he followed where the blur of pink walked. His arm reached out, grabbing her elbow before tugging on it.
His jerk on her arm had halted her from leaving out the door, as that was where she stood, next to the doorframe. His pull had forced her body to align with his, his other hand grasping under her chin firmly and tilting her head upwards, forcing emerald eyes to look at piercing onyx.
"No, no!" Sakura started, shaking her head left to right roughly as pink hair swayed from the rapid movements. "I'm not staying anymore! I'm done, Sasuke. I'm done." She looked up at him, and he could see the wells of tears forming at the ends of her eyes. He glimpsed the struggle on her face as she forced to hold them back.
He frowned, eyebrows knitting together at this comprehension. "Sakura—"
"No, don't," she cut him off in a mere whisper. She sadly looked up at him. "Please, don't." She felt the hand grasped under her chin falter, and she used that moment to turn her head away from him, pastel pink hair framing her face, hiding her expression from him. "I don't…" she took a shaky breath, her eyes shutting together, squeezing the wetness out of them. "Maybe, this was a mistake. This whole thing… was a mistake…"
"What are you saying?" he questioned her, onyx orbs narrowing once more. She was confusing the hell out of him, and now he felt his migraine was returning.
"I… I—" she bit her lower lip harshly. She then turned to look at him, beaming at him with a widely fake smile. "Just – Just forget it," she replied, "I don't know what I'm saying." Her smile wavered somewhat as her hand gently caressed the side of his face. "Just… just don't drink anymore," she murmured to him.
Pushing herself on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his softly, tenderly. She pulled back after a brief moment, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards faintly in a weak reassuring smile at his perplexed expression. Her face was still intimately close to his.
"Take care of yourself," she added in a whisper against his lips. Her fingers stroked down his chiseled cheekbone, emerald eyes moving from his mouth to his own onyx eyes, which held an unreadable look in them. She gave him a sad smile, "For me, okay?"
"Sakura…" Sasuke started, but she shook her head, her forehead resting against the crook of his neck.
"You're warm still," she murmured to him. "You need to take care of yourself."
"Stay, then," he spoke with his deep, rich voice, his hold on her elbow tightening firmly. "You take care of me."
He felt her shake her head against him. "No, no." Emerald eyes peered up at him. "I need to go—" Think things through, she continued mentally. "I'll be back," she added to rid the cynical look he was giving her.
Just not with you.
Sasuke pressed his palm over his right eye, closing the onyx pupil as his teeth around against one another. The migraine continued sending waves of pain throughout his body.
Damn it… what the hell is going on? Where is she going? What is she saying?
He watched her lean off of him, turning around without sparing him even a glance as she zipped through the door. She moved so quickly he didn't react in time to stop her.
Sakura closed the door behind her, having discreetly locked it from the inside. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes now fell freely as her back sagged against the doorframe, sliding down as her form crumbled on the ground, her legs outstretched. Her luggage lay idly beside her, her arms on both her sides. The beads of moisture continued to fall down her cheeks as she silently cried.
I thought he was going to be different… she thought as thick lashes lowered over her emerald pupils. She then shut her eyes briefly, halting the flow of tears for a few moments. A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips.
But I guess I was wrong. We'll always be just the playboy and the playgirl… isn't that right, Sasuke-kun?