Chapter Three: Tomatoes
"Give it to me, baby! Uh huh, uh huh! And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy!" Sasuke watched as the rosy haired girl sung and danced to the song, a big grin splitting her earlier frown. "Now he's getting a tattoo, yeah; he's getting ink done." Her hair flipped across her face as she spun around happily. "He asked for a 13, but they drew a 31!" The slippery wooden floor didn't provide any traction, and the dancing beauty went down, laughing at her antics. Still on the floor, Sakura sighed and closed her eyes, the first moment of peace coming to her since she had arrived at Sasuke's house.
His shoulder started to become numb from leaning on the doorway as he watched the girl get up with another laugh and cross to the fridge. She had still not noticed his presence despite the music starting to quiet down. The tune of the song still played in her mind and she hummed along to it as the fridge door swung open and revealed…tomatoes. Tomatoes were everywhere: in the drawers, lined up along the shelves, even in packages freely. "Does he have a tomato fetish or something?" Sakura murmured as she opened the freezer. Ice cream sat in her line of vision, but a laugh escaped her throat as she noticed frozen tomatoes. "I guess he does." She said, grinning like she had just discovered a very personal secret of the owner.
Making a quick decision, Sakura decided to have some tomatoes and rice. Actually, that was really all that was in the over dominantly tomato filled fridge. Some rice was already made up in the refrigerator, and she quickly snatched it up to complete her meal. The oblivious girl cut up the tomatoes, still humming and a grin still on her face. "And presto!" It felt like she had just done something extraordinary and mysterious. "All done." She turned around with the plate in her hand and almost dropped it. "Sasuke!" Her grin disappeared as the sight of the raven haired boy sunk in. Black flicked from the rice and tomatoes, and then flicked back to the girl with a slight eyebrow raised. "Well-um-" Sakura stammered, not really thinking about the consequences of raiding her host's fridge. "You see-" A lame shrug ended her broken sentences as she crossed to the table and sat down brazenly. Surprisingly, the accuser joined her.
"I like tomatoes, so I have a tomato fetish, yes." Arbitrary words to Sakura spilled out of his mouth as bright green stared at him in awe. "What?" He asked, an uncomfortable twitch forming in his right eye. She didn't remove her stare; neither did she remove the awe that mysteriously supplanted the slight discomfort at hearing him talk. "For God's sake, speak." Sasuke murmured and plopped a juicy, ripe red tomato into his mouth and started to chew. Disappointed that the ecstasy ended so quickly, the raven haired boy plopped another tomato into his mouth.
"You…" Sakura trailed for lack of any other words to describe her fascination with the boy's tomato fetish. "…really like tomatoes." A lame finish, but still, a finish. His Adam's apple contracted from the esophagus in his throat performing peristalsis as he swallowed another whole tomato. Her eyes darted from the boy to the tomatoes, once again a sparkle of awe and confusion swirled into green. The green finally landed on the already diminishing stash of crimson food. "Hey! I'm not going to get any!" Even as she struggled to complete her sentence, the tomato fiend moved in for the last kill of the meal. He swirled the juicy-filled tomato between his fingers, idly wondering if he ate this, would he combust because of so many tomatoes? "Give that back!" Skim milk phalanges plucked the fruit out of his slackened hold, causing a chain reaction of scowls given to the girl currently chewing happily on the food. "Ah! Good old tomatoes." She purred and sighed happily, giggling at herself from the lucid fact that she had gotten the last tomato.
The deprived tomato friend's eye twitched again at seeing her grinning mouth that had devoured his precious tomato. "You ate my last tomato." Sasuke said calmly, but for the trained ear a slight bitter, sardonic tone could ring through their brains. "My last tomato…" He muttered unbelievingly at the now mischievous glint in the puddles of green water.
"In all truth," Began the girl who had committed the act of larceny, "it wasn't your last tomato. See?" She pointed happily to the fridge standing against the wall in all its tomato-filled glory. "You still have plenty of tomatoes in there, so make yourself some if you really want them." Without any form of adieu, Sakura started humming and swinging her arms softly to the beat as she paraded out of the kitchen, coal black staring with venom at the flexing muscles in her back.
"You're going to make me prepare my own tomatoes!" The Uchiha yelled out to her irritably. Without waiting for a reply, the grumbling boy stood up and waded up to the tall steel fridge with slight tomato stains on it from his fingers grasping the handle bars after cutting the precious food. A superfluous amount of red caught his eye the minute the chilled air of the refrigerator hit his skin. His sanctuary away from all those ugly, green vegetables that his mother had once made him eat, saying that if he ate too many tomatoes, he would surely combust into tiny, little tomatoes. Being a five-year-old and hearing his mother say that he could be tomatoes was the coolest thing in his world. To think, little, child-like Sasuke had actually disobeyed his mother and had started to eat tomatoes non-stop, sometimes eating rice as a special treat to him along the way. Soon after a month's worth of supply was gone in a day, the gastric acid in his stomach obviously couldn't take anymore of the red fruit, resulting in making weird noises and odd feelings. With an excitement in his veins, Sasuke had waited patiently for the combustion of his human self to have little Sasuke tomatoes rolling about on the ground. When he had turned a light shade of green, and the surplus of tomatoes made its way back up to the boy's throat, the dark haired child had been hugely disappointed. After all, little Sasuke tomatoes would be such a cool thing to be.
"Oi, woman." He yelled out to the struggling pink haired girl who was currently trying to wrestle down the door somehow to return home. "The snow is caved in, idiot. You're not going to get through." Sasuke had said it plain and clear, and yet his ever bland and true remarks didn't make a connection through the obtuse girl's brain. Sighing, a snort also somehow made itself known out of the boy's mouth, onyx watched the distressed, slightly hysterical girl like it was time for his favorite show, and Sakura had just ruined a huge part of it by saying something loudly. "Weak girl." The insulted female immediately stopped the tugging, pulling, and scratching that she had been doing to the now pitifully marked wooden door to give the insulter an angry glance before yelling that she just wanted to get out of the house. "Obviously, that isn't getting us anywhere." At the mention of the word us, the utterly obtuse, simple-minded girl just gave a confused look to him. "I want you out of here, too." He explained as if it was the most plainly seen subject in the world, a slight reprimand hitting the pink haired girl none too softly. Slightly opaque eyes stared at her with disinterest, before rolling behind eyelids and returning to the now fiercely determined captive. "You can't get out. There is no possible way." He calmly tried to make a connection to Sakura, but it seemed as if her nerve cells were farther apart than the length of his house.
"I'll make it work." The girl hissed furiously, going back to clawing, tearing, and screaming at the stubborn door to just open up and let her out. Salty sweat rolled down her face in drops, rolling down to her chin and making themselves known with a slight drip on the ground and a water stain melding into the wood. "God damn, just open up!" Sakura screamed wildly at the door, pounding on the retched thing so hard that the pictures on the wall gave a jump each time her fist made contact. Lactic acid causing exhaustion finally entered her weakened arms, her back colliding with the door in one last attempt to open it or break it down. Her head came to lie upon the object of her exhaustion, eyes closed, hands in pitiful messes at her sides. "This isn't funny." She muttered although she couldn't see the blank eyes of the black haired boy in front of her. "Isn't funny at all."
The emotionless lips curled up at the ends, a sign that he was highly amused by this one minded girl. "In my opinion, it's quite hilarious." His arms still crossed, his expression still laden with indifference, Sasuke met the heated glare that was mercilessly thrown his way. She started to mutter random, absurd things that didn't catch his highly attentive ears. "So annoying." He came to stand on the same wall as she, propping his leg in a 90-degree angle with his eyes closed in concentration. "You're annoying." The blunt remark was repeated to the sweaty recipient, only causing the sharp pain in her temple flare to beyond anything annoying.
"Listen, you despicable, mean, cruel, sardonic, calm piece of male specimen," The tried voice rang out through the gap between them, only making the air seem tight and constricted as Sasuke's temper slightly flared, although his face still remained in a calm stance. "you are annoying because you don't talk." She retorted swinging her head lazily to his tight position on the wall. "And I'm annoying because I talk too much. There." She spread her arms out to the whole room. "We're even."
"I don't think so." Recently opened onyx eyes studied the girl with veiled interest. "You ate my tomatoes." The sentence was growled out of his teeth and meant to be a threat, but the overly-happy girl leaning against the door giggled, her shoulders shaking from trying to keep the incessant laughs in. "It's really not amusing." He said with an unreserved spite in his voice from losing his beloved food that was wasted in the female's stomach.
"Wait." Sakura's hand stopped midway to muffle an annoying giggle as she shuffled her knees across the floor and slowly rose up to the desk's height. The object under her scrutiny swung between her fingers as she pinched the edge and held it up for Sasuke to see. "You have a diary?" Her tone was disbelief, her mouth slightly agape.
He crossed his arms in a defensive way, leering at the snoop who had found the pages. "It's not a diary." He retorted in a sneer.
"Oh, really?" She said casually, flipping open the leather cover with a grinning face. "My clan-"
"Stop!" Before Sakura could read further, the book was viciously torn out of her hands, a furious looking Uchiha taking her sight instead. "This is none of your business." He hissed at her, pointing an accusing finger right between her eyes. With his normally cool and detached onyx eyes flaring, Sasuke pulled steadily away from her and slammed the door on the way out.
The shocked girl sat there, her back still leaning towards the bed, her hands still frozen in the form of a book.
"So hungry…" Sakura muttered to herself as the mysterious book had disappeared along with its owner. "Why did he have to lock me in here? It's not like I committed a terrible sin." Sighing with boredom, jade eyes scanned the minimally clad room to find something to occupy her interest. She still saw nothing, only the protruding desk that seemed overly large for the room. Well, the boy was obviously wealthy from the face that he had a fur rug sitting right in front of her toes. A long pale phalange poked the silky fur, and a soft sigh of satisfaction escaped the girl. Her knees scraping the floor, she let her hands glide through the brown tresses, softly humming in pure joy. It was funny how such a thing could be so comforting in a time of boredom. She laid down on the soft pelt, her hands still running of the silky texture.
"Are you trying to seduce my rug?" Came a dull voice over her bliss. "Or should I just stand back and watch you attempt to make love to the dead bear?" Sasuke's voice was terse, cutting what remained of her pleasure off. She warily looked up at the boy, expecting another outburst of angry emotions, but found his eyes were as blank as they had been when she first met him. Her mouth mumbled an apology at attempting to seduce his bear, her body becoming rigid as she sat up and studied the tray in his hands. "I heard you whining for food, so I brought you some." He set down the clinking metal tray that was filled with oatmeal and a bagel. "It was all I had." A glare came upon the grinning girl. "My tomatoes are demolished."
"Yes, well," Sakura beamed at his grumpy expression, "at least this way you will maybe go out and buy some other food besides tomatoes!" Her finger waggled in his face as his scowling eyes followed the rapidly moving finger back and forth. "You're going to get malnourished if you just keep eating tomatoes and rice! You need some protein! Some carbohydrates!" She pumped her fist in the air while calling out the nutrients' names, then abruptly stopped and gave the boy a hopeful look that he would expand his eating habits.
"I eat unagi, too." He said with a defensive undertone in his placid voice. "Oatmeal and bagels on occasions, also. The unagi is my protein, and I stand by that statement with utmost confidence." His black laden arms came to cross each other; his eyes swarming over the dry bagel with hunger, and the crunchy oatmeal with even more zeal. Realizing he was staring at the food as if he were a starving beggar, Sasuke flicked his eyes to the woman in front of him; coming to land upon her sly smile with unease. "What?" He snapped, his teeth grinding together in his mouth at her infuriating posture. Her back was slumped as her hands came to rest on either side of her jaw; her lips turned slightly upwards in amusement at his actions. "Sit up straight." He commanded in a practiced tone that he had used on the various maids when they had come scampering to fetch him some item or another. "And don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Sakura asked innocently, making the male bristle, just like she had wanted him to.
A/N: The more reviews I get, the faster I update... But that's like begging for reviews... I really do want to know your opinions on this thing. Good? Bad? Just plain ugly? Tell me! And on a further note of reviews, thank you dearly to the people that did last chapter!
-Lone Sakura: The chapter was meant to confuse you on the dreams, but you will find out soon enough what they were. And at the end, Sakura goes rambling on about how it's Sasuke's fault that she has these dreams ever since she poked him in the forehead. And when she does it again, she gets scared that she will be cursed, put under some kind of spell (yeah, I know...), ect. So she goes rambling off again about how stupid everything is, and that is when Sasuke taunts her. Hope that cleared the ending and dreams up for you.
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