For sasudia
Pairing: SasuSaku
Prompts: jealousy, iPods, iced tea
Word count: 1228
Notes: Er, sorry for everyone who's been waiting. God, I have requests dating back a year. I really, really suck. I am so, so sorry guys. Right now, I have seventeen or so prompts after this – so I'm going to make a very real effort to complete them. I just hope the people who requested them haven't, like, forgotten. So yes. I'm going to ask that you hold any requests you may have, just for a bit, so I can get through these.
Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS.
-x-
"Tramp," Sakura seethed.
"Hussy," Ino agreed absently, flipping a page in her magazine.
"Whore."
"Skank."
"Psycho-slut."
Ino sighed, propping her chin on one fist, elbow on the picnic table. She stared up with a wry smile at Sakura, sitting on the table, glaring across the small clearing where their group of friends had gathered for the day. Ino didn't have to even turn her head to know what Sasuke and Karin were doing – Sakura offered her the full commentary.
"She's practically draped over him. Disgusting. If Sasuke wasn't so polite, he would push her off."
Ino raised an eyebrow at that. Sasuke was anything but polite. She glanced around. Karin sat beside Sasuke, nattering on about… whatever she nattered on about. He was nodding ever so often, but he was wearing his earphones and spinning the wheel of his iPod Nano – in black. What a loser.
Ino smirked. "Someone's jealous."
Sakura scowled down at her. "Of course I am! He was supposed to be spending the day with me, but how can he with Slutty Mc-Skanks-A-Lot hogging him like that?"
The other eyebrow flew up. "He said he'd spend the day with you? That is so sweet I might cry."
Sakura smiled sheepishly and shrugged, just as Ino knew she would. "Well, not in so many words. He told me he had a song he wanted me to listen to today."
Ino hid a smile. Sakura was book-smart, it was true, but she was an idiot when it came to boys. It was enough to make Ino wonder how she had gotten Sasuke's attention at all. Even now, he was looking their way, but Sakura didn't notice, too busy taking a can of iced tea from the cooler in Kiba's arms. Ino watched with interest as Sasuke glowered their way, much to the annoyance of Karin, who was tugging on his sleeve for his attention.
They were so socially awkward it was hilarious, if not a bit painful to watch.
"Just go say hi to him," Ino said when Sakura turned back to her, cracking open the can. "And dump the drink on Karin while you're at it. Problem solved."
Sakura looked appalled. "Ino! I can't do that! Sasuke will think I'm a total bit—" She stopped abruptly, her mouth still open as she thought over her words. Slowly, her countenance brightened and she stood.
Ino eyed her warily. "What stupid thing are you thinking now?"
Sakura beamed. "I'm gonna get Karin to spill my drink on me," she said excitedly.
Ino stared at her blankly.
"Then Karin's the evil witch, I'm the poor, innocent victim, and Sasuke will play the role of Prince Charming and whisk me off to get cleaned up! Maybe he'll even give me his shirt!" Sakura bounced around a bit, shaking the rickety table. "It's a perfect plan!"
"It's a horrible plan," Ino corrected in her typically blunt fashion. She picked up her magazine and waved a hand. "Have at it."
Sakura didn't need to be told twice. She immediately leapt off the table, sloshing a bit of her drink in the process, and crossed the picnic site, dodging around Naruto and Chouji on her way to where Karin and Sasuke sat alone.
They both looked up as she approached. Karin looked irritated. Sasuke looked… well, much the same as he always did.
Sakura wasn't put off. She smiled sunnily at them. "Hi, guys!"
Sasuke pulled out his earphones. "Hey, Sakura."
Karin scowled. "Hi," she greeted flatly.
"Mind if I sit with you guys?" Without waiting for a response, she plopped down in the narrow space between Karin and Sasuke. She was half in his lap, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. Her elbow was pressing into Karin's ribs, and she batted it away.
"Yes, we mind!" Karin hissed. "There's no room!"
"Then why don't you move over?" Sakura asked sweetly, batting her lashes. Karin looked furious, just as Sakura had hoped for.
"I was here first," she snapped.
"And I was here second," she said innocently. In a lower voice she added to Karin: "Also, Sasuke likes me better."
It was exactly the right thing to say to set off temperamental, prone-to-tantrums Karin. Her face twisted into an expression of pure outrage, and she shoved Sakura in the chest…
But Sakura had been expecting a smack on the arm so her drink would spill out of her hand and onto her jeans. Instead, she was knocked back against Sasuke, the can fell from her grip—and right onto Sasuke's shirt.
Sakura stared down, horrified, at the stain spreading on Sasuke's black t-shirt. "Oh, my God," she whispered, chancing a peek at his face. His expression was blank, and when he met her gaze, his eyes were dull.
"Karin," Sasuke said, and Sakura turned to follow his gaze. Karin was smirking. Sakura wanted to slap her.
"Yes, Sasuke?"
"Could you get me some napkins?"
"Of course!" she sang, hopping to her feet. She sneered at Sakura, then bounced away, an extra swing in her hips as she left.
Sakura watched her go, miserable. Everything had gone so wrong. This just wasn't her day.
"Sakura," Sasuke said after a moment, and Sakura snapped out of her reverie to look at him. He looked faintly amused. "You can get off me now."
Her cheeks flamed when she realized she was still sitting on him. What was wrong with her?! She slipped off wordlessly, then got ready to make a hasty exit.
"Sakura."
She wouldn't meet his eyes. "Yeah?"
She felt him press something cold into her hand, and looked down. Sasuke's iPod sat in her palm.
"The song I mentioned yesterday?" he prodded when she didn't move. She stared up at him blankly, and he gestured to the iPod. "Listen."
Sakura blinked. "Wha…? What about Karin?"
"She's getting napkins." Sasuke shrugged, and for a split-second, Sakura thought she saw a devious smile flicker across his lips. "I don't know where she'll find them, though. It was Naruto's job to bring them."
And Naruto was hopeless, as Sakura knew all too well. "There aren't any napkins, then?" she wanted to know. she shook her head, exasperated. "Naruto is an idiot."
Sasuke sighed. "Sakura."
"So tell Karin! Otherwise that stain will spread and she—"
Sasuke raised a hand to cut her off. "You're stupid," he said, very seriously. Sakura's jaw dropped. "She'll catch on eventually." He didn't look too bothered, only held out his earphones. "Now listen."
Automatically, she slipped an earphone in. Sasuke took the other, leaning his head close to hers. He pressed play, and a soft voice rang into her ears, quickly shifting to louder electric guitar and a steady beat. She listened until the end, Sasuke's arm brushing against hers, and felt warm all over.
Across the picnic site, Ino raised her iced tea in salute to the happy couple.
In my mind, the song was Say Anything, by Marianas Trench. Yeah.
