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summary 14. "Hello, DJ Mosquito. I'd just like to complain about my boyfriend on-air. May I?" -Ways on How to Breakup with Your Boyfriend Anthology-

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If you fall, I will catch you. If I fail to do so, let me fall with you.

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mosquito

If he is a bastard playboy that he is . . .

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The breakup situation.

Sasuke sat comfortably in his car that night, thumb playing with his lower lip as his elbow propped over the window of his car. A frown etched on his forehead as he read Naruto's text message.

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When he did, he heard the DJ's annoying and shrilly voice on-air, making him frown more. He knew Naruto was with Sakura then, but he could not get why he would ask him to listen to some stupid FM station.

"This is DJ Mosquito talking, thanks for calling Heartbreak Hotline, dear. What's your name?"

The second voice that spoke on the phone was quite familiar with Sasuke. Actually, make that very familiar. It was Sakura's.

"Sakura. From Konoha District."

What the fuck? Sakura? On the freaking Heartbreak Hotline? What? Sasuke made a move to turn up the volume but resorted to calming himself down instead.

"Oooh, nice name, Sakura. What's the problem? Got a tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend who's also a charming and chick-magnet heartthrob?"

"Actually, you got those things right."

Just. What?

And Sakura just had to add something else. Dude. Sasuke's gonna rip his hair out if it were not for what was left of his sanity.

"And he has the tendency to be a playboy always. Anywhere we go, anytime, girls will look his way and the bastard had the guts to flirt with them in front of me. What the fuck, right?"

"Uh-huh. I know those people. Can't be contented with just one—ever. The type who's Mr. Friendship on girls, Mr. Helpful, Mr. Prince on White Horse. Girl, I know those boys."

Just. What?

Sasuke was about to phone Naruto to get Sakura off the air when Sakura angrily spat on the phone.

"Yes! Those things you said are freaking right. Just because he can charm just anyone! Just because he knows that—"

This is not good.

"—he is—"

This is so very not good.

"—Sasuke Uchiha."

. . . Fuck.

"Whoa. Whoa there. I guess you don't need my advice anymore on your case. You seem pretty fed up that you know just what to do."

"Yeah. I so know what to do. May I tell him on-air whatever I wanted to tell him?"

Sasuke's hand grasped the door handle and opened the door when Sakura's voice openly softened.

"I really loved you, Sasuke. I do. I did. And I guess I will still do. But you hurt me."

No. No. Nonono. Black eyes shone with alarm.

"There's no point in being together. I don't want to say this but I'm sorry."

His breathing quickened audibly in his silent and enclosed car.

"It's over."

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The breakup solution.

"Sakura! Sakura!"

The mentioned pink-haired girl rolled her eyes as she looked up from her book towards her panicky friend. Ino was visibly flushed from running all the way from the ground floor to the third floor of the dormitory building and into her room.

"What now?" Sakura asked, disinterested.

"Sasuke! Sasuke!" Ino yelled, flailing her arms around. "He's on the Heartbreak Segment of DJ Mosquito tonight!"

Sakura's eyes rounded further as she scrambled for her portable radio and tuned in to DJ Mosquito's station. She placed a hand on her forehead, her eyes closing, when, indeed, she heard Sasuke's voice.

"Yes. I'm that guy."

"This is rare, Sasuke. Why is someone who a girl has just broken up with on-air suddenly calling my hotline? Did your heart break too much?"

"No."

Tears slipped from Sakura's eyes and she felt Ino sit down with her and wrap her arms around her. It hurt.

"Oh. Then what's your purpose of calling?"

"To tell Sakura Haruno, your caller last night, broke not my heart. She broke me as a whole the moment she went apart from me."

More tears. She knew something from Sasuke would surprise her, but she never counted on an occurrence such as this.

"To tell Sakura Haruno, my ex-girlfriend of twenty-four hours, that I'm sorry. I'm bastard. I'm a jerk. Call me everything despicable but I'll always be sorry."

He never said sorry. Not in the whole years that Sakura had known Sasuke.

"And that twenty-four hours of knowing she doesn't want to talk to me, doesn't want to see me . . . doesn't want to be together? Hn. It makes me incomplete."

"Ino. Turn it off."

The blonde gaped at her. "What are you talking about? This is the closest to a confession—"

"Just turn it off," Sakura insisted, lying on her bed. She closed her eyes and breathed in.

It never stopped.

"Sakura, despite being who you thought I am? Despite being the playboy you claim me to be? I have a heart."

More, more tears.

"And maybe—no. Sakura, I have a heart . . . a heart that tells me to tell you already something I've never told you before."

There was a pause.

"I love you. No other girls. Just you. If I have to say it a thousand times more, I would. Call me desperate but you know what? I am. I love you."

And the rest of DJ Mosquito's squealing and chatters went unheard as the door to Sakura's room opened and revealed the one and only Sasuke Uchiha.

author's note aris-chan's idea. the moment i read your review, i got my head working. based on a Filipino movie entitled "Won't Last a Day Without You". :) ooc, right? but whatever. a human-sasuke is better than a non-speaking sasuke. a little bit of ooc-ness is good sometimes. oh, and moonfairy014! xD i might just make a oneshot on your suggestion. the wheels on my head started to move, too, when i heard the song you said. :)

thank you all for the reviews!

p.s. DJ mosquito is random. really.
authored by finish line