"Idiot."
"WHY YOU—"
Silence.
Hmmm? Sakura decided to listen without looking at her friends. It did not matter anyway. The scenario was always the same: a silent, stoic Sasuke, as always, poking Naruto's pride and loud, hot-tempered Naruto, as always, shouting his head off. It will never change. And Sakura hoped so, for this familiarity… is a comfort.
She smiled, rubbing the top of her head.
"Idiot."
Behind Sakura, Naruto stared, bemused. "Eh…?"
Sasuke grunted. "Idiot."
Sakura did not turn around, humming to herself.
"Oi, idiot."
"Hmm?" I wonder… Is Naruto ignoring Sasuke-kun's insults today? Weird… She scratched her cheek and concentrated on the ground before her. Good. Naruto is maturing. She smiled and opened her mouth to praise Naruto—
"Er, Sakura-chan…?"
"Hai?" she turned, smiling. The blonde ninja blinked. Wow… Sakura-chan's in good mood. Naruto grinned at her, falling into steps next to her.
"Oh…" if possible, Naruto's grin widened, gums and all. "Sasuke-teme was referring to you."
Sakura stared blankly.
…me?
"Hn."
"Ano…-"
"You are really an annoying idiot."
The girl twitched and before Naruto know it, he was flying backwards, face to the side. "Aiiiiyeeeehhhh!!!" Bam. Bam. Bam.
Sasuke merely raised a brow. "Nice."
Sakura growled and there was a clenching sound. "And you're next."
The Uchiha closed his eyes briefly.
"I'm invisible."
Sakura blinked. "Really…?" she asked skeptically, eyeing him blankly.
Smirking, Sasuke pushed a hand inside his pockets. His expression was annoying— egotistic, arrogant… good-looking- nevertheless, that look was asking for it: a fist on that bloody face. Will he ever grow up? He thought so highly of himself… Well, she's still in love with that immature, brooding psychopath but truthfully, his stinky attitude was beyond her patience. At this rate, she would probably like Naruto so much more. At least, Naruto tremble at her anger. Unlike this insensitive, heartless—
"Can you see me?"
A muscle twitched on her jaw. "Of course!" she snapped.
Sasuke scratched his head, looked at her then gave a crooked smirk. That smirk—!! Sakura thought— blinked but the dark-haired boy was no longer in front of her.
"Hn."
What the— He was already behind her.
"How about seven PM tomorrow night?"
"Ehhh??" Sakura tried to turn around to look at him but the Uchiha stopped her from doing so by pressing his palm on her face, obscuring her eyes. "What are you—"
"Dinner. Then, movies. Then…"
"Hey! Hey, what—" Sakura struggled, pulling at Sasuke's hand, but the boy shoved her to his chest, locking her in place. Sasuke ignored her attempts, even though Sakura was becoming more drastic with her method.
Pull. Pull. Pull.
"Damn it! Where's the light!?"
"No. Movies first. Then, dinner. Then…" Pause. Flip, flip, flip— Sakura's jaw dropped. What the…!! HE's reading a manual for… for… for… "Ah. Underground aquarium." Then, he threw the manual over his shoulder.
"Sasuke—"
He took off his hand and tugged at her hair.
"Don't be late." He said against her hair, gave one last tug then left, both hands stuffed inside his pockets, posture alert, aristocratic… unsure.
Sasuke-kun…
"Don't be late."
Ne, Sasuke-kun… you don't really mean that, do you?
A small, soft smile pulled at her lips. That last line… what you really want to say is—
He was almost fifteen steps away when he stopped and looked back. From that distance, Sakura can see his scowling face, framed with his thick dark hair.
"I'll wait."
This feeling… it was painful—
"Don't make me wait for so long."
…beautiful, warm, convoluted, sinking… wonderful—
Sasuke snorted, looked away and furrowed his brows.
"But I… I'll—"He scratched the hair on his nape. "Hmph."
Scratch. He pawed the ground.
"…I'll wait anyway."
…but that is love.
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Anyway.
(and so the Uchiha loves me!)
Anyway.
(…whatever.)
…everywhere.
(ohhh, admit it! You can't live without me! I'm the air you breath—)
I see you.
(…no.)
Anyway, everywhere, every day.
(the sun that shines above you, the clouds in your sky—)
Everything, anything.
(…no.)
I'll give it to you.
(I'm everything, everything, everything and—)
Everything.
(…everything.)
yes,
and
yes,
yes,
and yes.
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…seeing is not always believing. Feel and listen. Then, believe.
