Act 11: Bacon and eggs with burnt toast
Sasuke opened his eyes. His vision was blurred with pale pink strands. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to get up. He was so comfortable, the best sleep he's had in… well… ever. His eyes drowsily closed as he pulled a pink pillow closer to him. It was warm and comforting. He took a deep breath. "It smells so good."
"hmmmn…" The pink pillow moaned as it pulled the blanket around itself.
Sasuke was startled and pulled away sliding off the bed. He noticed he didn't have his shirt on and quickly pulled one over his head. Sakura stirred on the bed beside him, shifting from facing the wall to facing him. She moved the blanket in the process and he noticed that she was still wearing her shirt. He sighed relieved. "We didn't do anything right? I'm sure we didn't." He assured himself.
Letting her continue on with her sleep, Sasuke lazily went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. He opened the fridge and took out some eggs. He wasn't much of a cook, but how hard could frying a couple of eggs be? He cracked two eggs and the sizzled as the graced the hot surface of a pan.
"I like mine scrambled please" a feminine voice chimed sleepily. He turned his head to face her.
"You're awake already?"
"You're not very good at closing doors silently." Sakura said bluntly as she walked over to the kitchen table, she was rubbing the sleep away from one eye and yawned shyly.
"Oh…" Sasuke turned around to resume is previous activity. He noticed that he had burnt the eggs already. "Crap…"
Sakura giggled a bit he looked to his right and noticed that she was standing there. "She's getting good at sneaking up on people." He thought to himself. He was amazed how much progress she made since her gennin days with team7.
When they were twelve she was a nothing, a no one, a nothing, powerless and afraid. She grew a little bit with them during missions with team7, he discovered then that her chakra control was much better than his and she had a natural knack for genjitsu. Then he left for Orrochimaru. And 2 years later… he was back in Konoha. Sakura had been on the team that brought him back. Within a year or so, Sasuke redeemed his reputation with Konoha and the elders and was even able to become Jounin under Kakashi's supervision and ANBU at the same time as Naruto and Neji and Lee. Sakura had taken a different path, becoming a medic then a few months later during the war, ANBU. That was the last time he saw her. Lying on a hospital bed, battered, bruised and out like a light. She had definitely put up a fight, and it nearly killed her. Still he acknowledged her power and skill. She was one of the top ranked Konouchi in the fire country. Tsunande of course was first, but Sakura was growing still, and very fast according to her motherly-sensei. Sasuke couldn't help but feel proud of her, even though he'd never say it.
"Sasuke you burnt it."
"Eh?" He snapped out of his trance. "Oh, yeah, guess I can't cook."
She giggled again. "I'll do it. Can you make toast at least?" She said mockingly.
"I'm not that disabled." He snapped back at her. He made the toast anyway.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His naturally spiky hair was messy and he still had some sleep left in his eyes that showed when he yawned. "Sasuke's definitely not a morning person." She concluded.
He glanced at her while popping in some bread in the toaster. Her pink waves were tangled and her eyes still wouldn't open fully. He didn't blame her. It was 5:30am. He pondered if it bothered her waking up in his room, in his bed. He was surprised that she hadn't accused him of doing anything perverted like she probably would have 7 years ago. He saw her yawn, covering her mouth with her hand to hide it. He then turned his back to hide his faint smile. "She's definitely not a morning person."
sry it's kindda short
