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Title: a real boy
Author/Artist: ohwhatsherface
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Haruno Sakura
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: other world, #02 earth
Word Count: 1250
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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"So are you going to prom with anyone?" Ino asked, writing her name on the tables with the slip (the so-called glue for this annoying clay assignment). "Naruto asked me but I'm not sure if I want to say yes. To be honest, I'm still kind of waiting for Shikamaru to ask."

I wasn't completely into the conversation, too busy with my molding. "Really now?"

"Has Kiba asked you?"

I looked up at that and gave her an incredulous stare. "What?" I snorted. "Kiba and I don't talk anymore, Ino."

When I put down my project, Ino grabbed it. There was a dopey grin on her face that I knew could only mean the worst.

"Poor Sakura-chan," she cooed whilst playing with the clay. "She doesn't have a boyfriend anymore and now she needs a prom date." Her lips curled evilly and I prepared myself for the worst. "But no worries, Sakura. Ino-chan knows how to make you smile."

I peeked at my project and—

That. Freaking. Moron.

Well I have to give her some credit were remembering to score the clay first and use some of the slip.

Ugh.

I couldn't help but sigh at the sight of Ino's little alteration to the clay piece in front of me.

"Ino, it looks like a third leg."

"…so?"

"What do you mean 'so'? That's just…"

"…kinky?"

I groaned and removed a good portion of the appendage Ino put on the clay boy before the possibility of Deidara-sensei coming in, seeing Ino's added detail and dubbing me a complete pervert came to be.

It was just so typical of Ino to do something like that.

Before I could lob a piece of wet clay at Ino, she hopped off her stool. "I'm going to wash my hands," the douche bag announced, walking into the kiln room to use the sink in there. Deidara-sensei bitched at us that one time we used the regular sinks – something about the kiln room ones having a special clay filter.

"Whatever, bitch," I muttered, mock-scowling at her.

"Loser," she countered with a smirk. Looking like the moron she was, Ino danced along the way to the beat of the music she could only hear from one earphone.

When I heard the water running in the other room, I focused all my attention on the clay boy in my hands.

What he would look like if he were a real boy? After the clay dried, at first I planned on painting him, but then when Ino and I ventured into the art department's art supply closet, we found we lacked the plethora of colors we'd expected. There was black though. Black, red, blue and green were the only available ones.

I settled for just using the black. Besides, the clay is white so… yeah.

Whatever.

If he were a real boy though, I think he'd have black hair. Gently, I brushed my finger along the eccentric haircut I gave him. Spiky bangs and a back that defied gravity. He had an aristocratic looking face, with a pointed chin and nose that would never ever need plastic surgery. I failed in the personality department though. I couldn't make a decent looking mouth so I settled on plain, straight lips that made him look cold and uncaring, but seemed fitting in the end.

Then Ino got to work on it.

Defined muscles, chiseled abs, the thing that looked like a third leg.

Oh, I could kill that girl—

"Oi, lameass," Ino yelled, drying her hands on her polo shirt. "I have to go to work now. You need a ride?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm going to stay a little longer."

Ino rolled her eyes. "Oh, Sakura. Ever the dedicated student." Her nose wrinkled when she frowned at me, followed by a tired sigh. "If you don't end up valedictorian, I will throw a fit and at grad, force you onto the stage to make the speech."

With a laugh, I waved goodbye and Ino left.

The room was silent and half an hour later, I was making the finishing touches to my clay boy.

"You know, the Pig is right," I said to my project, well aware that if anyone was watching, they'd assume I was crazy. "I seriously need a prom date." I sighed for the nth time and went to the kiln room to go wash my hands. When I came back out a few minutes later, I shrieked.

Really. It was instinctive.

"AH – OH, MY GOD."

Because there, lo and behold, right in front of me, was a boy.

A naked boy.

Thankfully, my hands were clean when I brought them to my eyes, childishly covering my face. "W—what the hell?!" I spread my fingers to peek, but made sure my gaze remained straight and definitely not downward. "Who are you?!"

He didn't seem to notice me, too busy lifting his arms and staring at his (glorious) body in wonder.

"Hn."

Oh, my god. What the hell is going on?

"EXCUSE ME!" I bellowed. "Uh, hi, would you mind putting on your clothes?!"

Finally, he looked at me, giving me a once over and one hell of a blush. He regarded me with utter apathy and frowned. "Who are you?"

"M—me?!" I sputtered. "Who are you, you stupid pervert! PUT ON SOME CLOTHES."

"Clothes?" he repeated.

Instead of outright calling him an idiot, I took a good hard look at him. His skin was pale, but not in a nasty pasty sort of way, more so like porcelain and his eyes were dark. Very dark. Black, actually. Same with his hair. Spiky and black and—

OH. MY. GOD.

Inhaling sharply, I looked at the table, hoping to find my clay boy there for the reassurance that what I was thinking was so not happening.

But nay. He wasn't on the table.

Why?

Because he was right in front of me.

"This isn't happening," I lied, trying to convince myself there most definitely was not a hot naked boy standing in front of me. A hot naked boy who just so happened to be worth ten percent of my final mark in art class. "No, no, no – this is so not happening!"

"I'm Sasuke," he offered, likely noticing my discomfort and ignoring it. He put a hand on my shoulder and smirked when I flinched away from him.

"You have a name?" I asked impulsively.

Sasuke frowned. "Of course I do."

I shook my head. God, I was so lost. "I do not understand. At all."

"The clay you were using included some of the dirt from my grave," Sasuke explained. "That's the only explanation I can come up with."

I snorted. What about the idea that maybe, just maybe, I was insane?!

"Now," Sasuke began in a let's-get-down-to-business tone. He propped himself onto the desk and placed his feet on a stool. Then, in typical guy fashion, failed to sit with his knees closed. "The reason I formed a real body was likely due to the fact that you need something from me. What is it?"

"I don't know!" I whimpered, looking deep into his eyes to avoid looking anywhere else. "Just go before someone comes in!"

He shrugged. "No can do. You summoned me."

"I didn't."

"By accident, then. Either way, you need something from me." His expression darkened. "And I'm stuck in this body until I fulfill it."

I brought my hands to my face again and moaned pathetically.

Dammit.

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