Summary : And in that moment, you fell in love.
Notes : He's here :)
Playthings
It wasn't completely obvious to anyone why Uchiha Sasuke was in such a foul mood on June thirtieth, but your older brother could sense it a mile away. Yes, you're a moody teenager, and was often quiet and seemed lonesome, but you never walked anywhere with a frown etched onto your marble face. You are made of steel, stone, and nails, but you let any weakness show in your face. Your eyes were always shining and the deepest grey, your chin up high, the corners of your mouth either itching into a smirk or perfectly straight. No matter what, Uchiha Sasuke never frowned.
Itachi took it upon himself to figure out why you broke your self-imposed rule. Rapping gently on your door twice before entering, he cleared his throat. He was met with a soft glare coming from the younger boy. "What's the matter, darling little brother?" he inquired, the glare not fazing him. Itachi's softer eyes scanned the room quickly, finding the room dark. The window was closed and shades drawn, you sitting at your computer, your head bobbing up and down to the tempo of your music. Your browser didn't display your list of downloads, but this desktop wallpaper, an old picture of your girlfriend – not so much as an ex, but you're certainly not an item now – her bright green eyes smiling at you, who frowned back. Itachi smiled at the scene, and sat on the boy's bed.
"Why do you do that, Itachi?" you asked, swiveling in your chair. The older Uchiha cocked an eyebrow at his brother and motioned his brother to continue, his teal nails catching your eyes briefly. You continued, "You knock, I don't let you in, and you come in anyway. It's a direct contradiction to knocking. Like 'Hey, I see that you wanna be alone, but screw your feelings I'm coming in'. Why do you do that? Why screw my feelings?" Itachi smiled softly and scoffed, ruffling his younger brother's head. You looked up at him and almost smiled, but said nothing more.
"You're deflecting the question, little brother," he stated calmingly, a light smile gracing his tired face. His grey eyes were locked with the green ones on the screen, her smile making his little brother's frown disappear. Teenagers are such complicated beings, Itachi thought to himself, pondering the details of his little brother's relationship with the pinkette that lived four blocks down the road. He remembers seeing the girl in her youth, bright-eyed and excitedly telling about her parent's bakery – how the decor walked around when everyone left, cakes icing themselves, and oven turning itself off when all was done. She was a beautiful child, and grew into a lovely young women, a little too wise for anyone to understand. All white teeth and bright green eyes, with gair the color of candy, she would still sometimes talk about her godfather's toystore that replaced her parent's bakery – her parents had died some years ago. She said the shop was still alive, even more so now, you just had to believe to see it.
He hadn't heard from the pretty girl in a while, and he had an inkling that you hadn't either. It'd explain his angsty mood, Itachi reasoned to himself. Was Sasuke finally feeling the lonlieness of being alone? Itachi's smiled lessened and hje placed his chin upon his brother's head, only now noticing that you were carrying on a conversation with him. With a sigh, he reached down and covered his brother's mouth. "I think you're lonely, little brother," he declared bluntly. "I also think it'd do you well if you applied at Hatake's up the street."
This earned him a sharper glare from his younger brother – everyone knew that Hatake was absolutely nuts, and his god-daughter was not too pleased with you as of late. Stupid ideas, brother, you berated in your head. "You're a moron," you concluded, standing up. Itachi smirked at this action, looking at the slight twist in you's mouth. You then grabbed your jacket and marched out the room, throwing a knowing look towards your brother.
"You'll thank me for this, little brother," Itachi commented, letting his eyelids droop over his eyes, blacking out the rest of the world.
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Sakura Haruno was not one to be surprised by anything, life was full of surprises so she'd expect nearly everything to happen, but this was simply outstanding. She was utterly shocked and amzed at the sheer sight of you in her beloved store. It was nearly impossible, but it happened, and she could not be anymore amazed. The boy she adored was standing in the toystore she adored, looking at her with a face that almost read, 'I adore you.' Almost, simply because Uchiha Sasuke was ureadable, but Sakura was smart – she'd only gotten that glance a few times before, and you spoke those words.
Really, it's been far too long since she heard you say anything like that to her, but she wasn't one to complain. At least, not aloud.
She let her green eyes skim over you; you looked upset earlier, but now you are perfectly fine. Your hands reached past hers, deliberately touching her knuckles as you grabbed an application. She looked up at you curiously, her pink lips slightly apart. She watched as you filled out the application cautiously before speaking up, "What do you want, Sasuke?" Her voice was light and graceful, but full of confience. You cocked an eyebrow up, and smirked at the candy-colored girl behind the register.
You, you thought regretfully, placing the application in front of her. Again, you were sure to brush her knuckles, and sent a wink her way. "A job," you said, too casually for her to believe you. She gave you a funny look, but that all but disappeared after you grabbed her hands, softly but desperately. "Think you have any positions..?" you said, giving her a sneaky look. She blushed slightly, but took your form.
"If you really want the job," she started, taking your application and putting it in a drawer, "it's yours. Just help me lock up at ten." Her voice sounded disinterested, and she looked with mild intrigue, moving her pink bangs out of her eyes.
"It's a date, then," you said, walking out of the door. Sakura looked at your retreating form with a small smile, sighing wistfully.
"Don't be late like last time," she said as you walked away, the tinkling of the bell sounding behind you. For the first time this week, you actually felt excitement.
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Of course, the ten o'clock hour arrived with haste, and you were sure not to be late. you met the girl at the door, shifting boxes from one end of the store to the other, in the most Sakura way possible, skipping along and humming a tune slightly. You knocked on the door gently before walking in – a trait you refuse to admit that you got from your brother – and the girl jumped slightly at the sight of you. "You scared me!" she admitted, covering her bare arms. They were etched in black spirals and daunting gold lines Weird, you thought, staring the girl over, who continued sweeping. I never knew she had tatoos, you thought, precariously looking her over. "You're early," she said, walking over to the front door and locking it, not sparing you a single look.
"I didn't want to disappoint on my first day," you said back, watching her curiously. You couldn't take your eyes off of the pink haired girl whom you was smitten with. She was incredibly, unbelievable odd, with the nonsensical on her mind, but she'd managed to crack the marble in your face, making you smile. Not a smirk or line, but a genuine smile. When you noticed this several months ago, you instantly recognized her – and announced that she'd be your sweetheart, back then, she laughed and kissed your jaw. Sakura Haruno was something strange and unique, but you was enjoying every second of it. But tonight, something about her was different. Something about her was wonderous, mystical, even. You seen it in the way she walked, the way she smiled at you.
Something was going to happen tonight. Something big, and you knew that she didn't want you to miss it. The clock struck ten on the wall behind you, and the air in the room changed. What once smelled of plastic and chocolate was replaced with something lighter, sweeter even. Light and lemony, you concluded as you watched the girl spin around a few times, presumably dancing along with the music in her head. Sakura often did this, you remembered, twirled and spun when she got overwhelmed with emotion. What could she be feeling now?
After a second passed and the lemon scent overwhelmed you, you notice gold dust falling from the ceiling around you – around the still spining Sakura. Her shoulder length hair has grown to her elbows, and you notice pointed ears peeking out from beneath pink tresses. You're sure her ears have never been pointed, or long enough to peek out beneath her hair, but it does anyway. She looks at you, green eyes and a bright, gleaming smile, and laughs as she puts her arms around you.
In this moment, you fell in love. You have no idea what this girl is, but you know you'll never see anything more beautiful in your entire existence. Her smile is real and raw, as her canine teeth curve upwards. "You're so amazed, aren't you?" she asked, and you nod slightly, smiling along with her. She presses her pink lips to your , and you breathe her scent in, all lemons and all sweet. She blinks once and her pupils shift from perfectly round to non-existent, blinks again and the green changes to pink.
"What are you..?" you asked her, because you feel completely helpless and completely lost against the soft feel of her skin and bright beauty in her eyes. She cocks her head sideways, but smiles at you. She doesn't say anything, but presses a kiss to your temple. You closed your eyes for a second, and only for a second, but when you openthem, she had a pair of giant, beautifully fluttering wings. The black and gold lines completely disappeared from her arms, a mess of glitter and shimmer in their wake. The lines were transplanted on the pair of big, shining wings, black swirls and spirals taking over gold wings.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," she said, her voice happily light. She gently hovers above the ground, her smile now spreading onto your face. You pull her down slightly, and tilt your head to meet her lips, which she responds to eagerly, the smile evident in the way she gently pecks you.
"Try me," you said, brushing her bangs out of her face. She blinked, her eyes shifting color everytime, but never losing their focus on you.
"I'm in love, and I'm not supposed to be."