Okay, Sakura lied.
She did go to Sasuke's after she visited Kakashi.
He came to the door, his hair standing up more than usual, wearing baggy clothes and an annoyed expression.
"Sakura."
She cleared her throat.
"Sasuke."
They stood for an awkward moment of silence, before Sasuke reached a hand to scratch the back of his neck, and stepped aside, allowing her to enter. It seemed as though he was going through puberty, just getting used to his new body, moving around cautiously and experimentally.
"It's a…it's a nice place you have here…" She commented, dragging a finger along a table.
"Yeah…I, uh…got some freebies from where I work now…"
"Oh?"
"Yeah…"
He hovered behind her, wondering what her intentions were. She continued to survey the room, sighing.
"So…what do you do?"
He cleared his throat.
"Oh, I help around with the Hokage…" He couldn't suppress a grin.
She turned around and looked at him, a similar grin creasing her face.
"How did he take it when you came back when he thought you were…dead?"
He laughed a little, and coughed into his fist, not used to the sound he made.
"Naruto? He'll always be Naruto."
Another silence fell over them, and it was agonizingly frustrating, wondering what she was doing here at a random hour of the day.
"Would you…uh…like some tea?" He offered.
"Nah…I already had some…but thanks anyway…"
She sat on the sofa, and he followed suit, so that they were facing each other.
"Can you imagine us living together?" She asked forwardly.
He was slightly taken aback.
"Wha…"
"I mean, as a couple. Us. We. You and I."
She drummed her fingers on the armrest, and he was starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Well, I guess…I mean, like in Team Seven…but…friendlier, I guess…we'll improve each other…"
He tried reasoning with himself, and mentally cursed himself for sounding so pathetic.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"I've…I've made my decision."
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Kinda just hate her at times like these.
Oh well.
AlternateEndings.