Authoress' Note: OOC-ish Sasuke. For a reason.
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One Hundred Moments
Chapter 025: Expectations
Tonight was special; Sakura could just tell.
Sasuke had lit her special candles, the ones that smelled of sweet vanilla and fresh roses—the ones she had specifically reserved for special occasions. The aroma filled the small apartment as she followed a trail of rose petals.
Although it was so terribly unlike him, Sakura was a sucker for trite romance, so she certainly wouldn't complain. She found him beside the dinner table, which looked quite exquisite with a bottle of her favorite champagne and a supper which appeared as though it had been arrange by him.
Awkwardly—stiffly, almost—he pressed a light kiss against her cheek and pulled her chair out, to which she to gratefully sat. Needless to say, Sakura was thoroughly impressed by his uncharacteristic display of chivalry.
He then proceeded to sit on the other side of the table, rigidly. It was a good sign to Sakura. All of this could only mean on thing; proposal.
They had been through quite a lot—more so Sasuke, what with his rather indiscriminate dalliances—but now, it was all behind them. All Sakura had was Sasuke; and all Sasuke has was Sakura. Marriage was inevitable, she supposed.
The girls repressed her giddiness as she examined her surroundings. "I'm really flattered by all this, Sasuke," she earnestly informed, "I mean, it's so unlike you… the quixotic ambiance is almost overwhelming…"
"I've already set a date," he blurted, as if oblivious to Sakura's words. "But I'll still go with you."
Of course they would go together! That, she thought, was a good sign. He was already setting appointments!
And just as she was about to explode with joy of what she assumed was an inevitable marriage, Sasuke cleared his throat awkwardly, and muttered:
"Sakura, you probably have syphilis."
Authoress Note: What better way to be informed that your would-be fiancé probably gave you an STD than over a candlelit dinner? Lol.
#failsauce