Sakura thought about Sasuke all weekend.
She thought about him on Monday.
She thought about him on Tuesday.
She thought about him on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
And by Saturday, she had had enough.
Miruko had noticed a change in Sakura as well.
She was less energetic, and brushed him off dazedly when he attempted to kiss her. When he asked her a question, she simply stared blankly across his shoulder, her mouth agape.
Finally, one day, he got irritated.
"Sakura, is there something I should know about? Something you're not telling me?"
Sakura's head was resting on her knee, and she rocked from side to side, as if in a trance.
He waited.
"SAKURA!"
"Huh?" She looked up stupidly. "Oh, right, yeah, it's nothing. I'm just tired."
"But you've been tired for the whole week! After one week of being told time after time that your girlfriend of two and a half years is "tired" you know something isn't right."
She pouted, and stood up.
"Oh, Miruko…" She put a hand on his chest, but he took if off and held her wrists by her sides.
He sighed.
"It's not going to work this time, Sakura. Something's on your mind, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is."
"Miruko, you're being paranoid. I really am just tired."
"No, you're not. You're thinking about that guy!"
"What guy!" She asked angrily, wrenching from his loose hold.
"The guy at the ice cream parlor! Uchiha Sasuke!"
"NO, I'M NOT!"
"Yes, you are. You DID something with him in the medic room, didn't you? Don't lie to me, Sakura!" He yelled.
"I'M NOT LYING! I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT HIM! I'm not thinking about him…" She balled up her fists in panic and irritation. She furiously stomped past him, purposely knocking his shoulder.
Much to her surprise, he grabbed it and turned to face her, staring at her with narrowed eyes.
"…You don't love me, do you." He stated.
She screamed and stomped her feet, hitting him and grabbing a nearby cushion off the sofa, hurling it in a random direction.
"You know, I wish you would just STOP SAYING THAT. BECAUSE IT ISN'T TRUE! Could you just SHUT UP!"
She yanked a coat off the rank and ran out the door, ignoring Miruko's calls and apologies echoing down the darkening streets.
Sakura didn't know what overcame her. Something inside her just seemed to explode.
Miruko's stupid thoughts. His paranoia. His retarded accusations.
As bad as it was, she just wanted to slap her boyfriend.
Too many thoughts were running through her mind.
How is it that after so many years, Sasuke can just come back into my life and leave me like this, but Miruko just seems to disappear?
Well, maybe it's because—
Shut up. I don't want to know.
"Wait…where am I?"
Sakura huddled closer to her jacket and looked around her. A dimming street light flickered a couple of feet away, and she stood at the entrance to a door.
"Sasuke?" She breathed.
Her feet had done all the work.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door three times
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"Ah…Sakura…what brings you here at this time of night?" He asked stretching. It was evident that he was getting ready for bed—he was clean-shaven, a battered white shirt stretched over his skin, and a pair of old mid-thigh length shorts adorning his body. Sakura's throat turned dry and she looked down, nervous. Why was she here, anyway?
"I…I…I'm sorry, did I wake you up? I'll just be going now, I don't really even know why I came…"
"Oh, no, I think you do…"
Sasuke gently grabbed her forearm, spun her inside, and bumped her against the hallway wall.
And all it took was the registration of Sasuke's lips upon her lips, Sasuke's tongue inside her mouth, Sasuke's hands sliding their way up her shirt…
I'll have my regrets tomorrow. She thought.
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