Title: it takes two to tango
Author/Artist: ohwhatsherface
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Haruno Sakura
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #28 Wada Calcium CD3
Word Count: 1054
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
LAWL. Here's me attempting to do Sasuke in first person. And um, a (cliché) pregnancy fic. I'm not sure what genre this would be… Woe.
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Killing Itachi was easy.
Well not easy in the sense that I was able to do it in an instant. No, easy meaning that I knew how to do it and what not.
Although, not that I'm saying I don't know how to restore my clan, because I do. I think Kakashi made sure of that—
"I don't see what your issue is," she says, unfolding her legs from their crossed position on the couch to bring her knees up to her chest.
"You don't see what my issue is?" I grunt back, raising an eyebrow at her.
The goal of killing Itachi was rather straightforward. Really, if thought needed to be put into that task, it was going to be about how to do it, but to get it done, the steps were quite simple. Get stronger, and then kill him—like I said, simple. Obtaining this goal didn't have to include other people, but if I really needed them, then I would get people to train me—like Kakashi or Orochimaru.
But as for my second goal…
This one is completely different.
"It's not like I'm asking you for anything," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest, while I realize how much I liked the younger—more obedient—version of her better. "I'm just telling you what happened because um, hi, it takes two to tango."
The second goal actually needs another person.
A willing female person, at that.
"We're seventeen."
"Thanks genius, it's almost like I didn't figure that much out," she replies sarcastically with a small shrug.
I sigh. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"Am I absolutely sure?" she repeats for good measure, mocking me, I'm sure, before throwing a couch pillow at me. "What the hell kind of question is that, you jerk?! Of course I am sure! Obviously I realize how serious this is, and how not funny it would be if I was lying."
Restoring the clan, at first, I thought would be easy.
"Right…" I murmur.
Restoring the clan, at first, I thought would be simple.
"Yep," she says, crossing her legs again as she sits on the couch with a frown on her face. It's not that I thought she'd be happy about the situation—because really, who would be?—but did she have to act so depressed? Although then again, it's not like I'm suddenly a ray of sunshine. "So…"
Restoring the clan is not easy nor is it simple.
"I'm not having an abortion," she states, holding her head high and glaring at me defiantly.
"Why not?" I hiss back.
It's not like I want her to have one, but I don't know, it's almost on instinct that I have to rile her up.
"What the hell?" She throws another pillow at me, harder than the other times. "Okay, do you know what abortions do to a girl? They can totally destroy my uterus—mess up any chances of me having kids in the future, and um, yeah, I want to be a mother one day."
I roll my eyes dully. "And that day will be soon…"
"Don't talk like that!" she shrieks indignantly. Sakura shakes her head. "This is your fault, you know."
I stared back at her incredulously. "How is it my fault, exactly?"
"Hmph, I'll show you." She then stands up and puts her hands on her hips after making a show of loudly clearing her throat and tapping her chest lightly with her open palm. "Hey baby, we don't need a condom—"
"I did not say that," I tell her vehemently. "And I don't talk like that either." I cross my arms over my chest and give her a smug look. "And it's not like you were so against it either."
Her cheeks heat up and she throws a pillow at me before sitting down again.
"This…" I begin, carefully looking down at her stomach. "This… I can't deal with this right now."
She gawks at me slightly, an incredulous expression on her face, as she sputters, "W—What?"
"I have a mission," I tell her.
After a moment, the incredulity turns into coldness as she stands up. "Whatever, go ahead," she snidely says. "Like I said, I'm not asking you for anything. I'm just telling you what happened."
I don't get why she didn't take that stupid morning after pill or whatever. I mean, the fucking pharmacy has vitamins for old people and painkillers for the injured and all other sorts of crap so why the hell didn't she think of taking it? Sakura's a freaking medic, she of all people knows the consequences of things better than most—delivering babies for teenagers sometimes kind of makes the possibilities of unprotected sex apparent.
She walks to the door and I'm torn.
"So that's it?" I call out, watching her retreating form. "You tell me something like that and just walk away?"
I half-expect a response of, "Hey, I told you I love you and you did the same thing," but it doesn't come.
Instead, Sakura abruptly turns around and glares at me. "Well what the hell do you want from me, Sasuke?!" I notice the frustrated tears on her cheeks and my first reaction is to kiss them away but I remain still. It takes her a few deep breaths to calm down and sit down beside me once again. "Look…"
Sakura sighs and takes the pillow, hugging it to her chest.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but…" She shrugs, looking at her lap. "Sasuke, you're hardly father material—"
I take offense to that.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she sneers. "Sasuke, come on, you… you're still a kid inside! Sure, you're mature and disciplined and smart when you need to be but you're still a selfish brat underneath it all and hell, even you know it!"
She stands up and goes to the door, this time actually opening it. She still while in the doorframe and shrugs, looking back at me for a small moment.
"Maybe I should reconsider that abortion idea."
Sakura walks away and it takes me a few minutes to process what she said. She was going to have an abortion. Immediately, I shoot up from the couch and run after her.
Restoring the clan was not going to be easy.
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