Wishful Thinking
by: Sakuranime
Disclaimer: If I told you I owned Naruto…would you believe me?
Ne, it's the 7th chapter of Wishful Thinking! Aren't you guys happy? LoL. I wanted to get one in before the holidays, so please excuse it if it seems a bit rushed, redundant, not that much action, grammatical errors, or etc. I would appreciate it if you reviewed also! I've been really busy with high school so you could see where this is going, right? I promise you guys, the action WILL COME!
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"Quotations"
'Thoughts'
(( Flashbacks ))
Chapter 7: Breakfast with an Uchiha
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A light snore escaped the cherry lips of Sakura. Hands over her head in an awkward position, she slept like a bear in its hibernation cycle. Yesterday was sure hectic…running for her life, chased by a murderous Sasuke…knocking down buildings and people alike…having to clean up afterward…
And so is the life of one spirit.
A penguin-shaped clock was on the glass coffee desk beside the coach where Sakura lay upon.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock- BRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!
"WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! DISCO DISCOLAND!"
The alarm clock screamed from within the beak of the penguin.
"PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY! PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC RIGHT! ONE! TWO! THREE! A! B! C! BREAK DOWN! GO GO GO GO GO! THE SUN IS BRIGHT-"
Crack! A fist connected with the button on the alarm clock, silencing the incessant noise. The pink-haired girl sat upright on the comfy couch, her half-opened eyes gazing at nothing. A yawn escaped her throat. Sakura stretched, arching her back like a cat.
"Aaahhh! That was a nice sleep!" Sakura beamed aloud. She tumbled out of the couch and raced to the grand window. She pulled the gold handle and threw the windows open, gazing fondly at the view in front of her. "What a GORGEOUS day! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the fountains are gurgling, the grass is greening, the mansion is spotless…" And on and on the spirit went.
Let's just say she's hyper 24/7.
The creaking of the steps signaled the presence of someone. Sakura stopped her gushing of the morning to glance at the stairs. There stood the master of the mansion, Sasuke, drying his wet hair with a white towel and clad in a dark blue sleeveless and white short.
"Why are you still here?" He asked, annoyed.
Sakura pouted, "I told you! I have to grant you THREE WISHES! The first one doesn't count at all because of your rudeness." (Look back to Chapter 4 if you don't remember!)
"Hn. I guess the wish really didn't work…you're still annoying," Ignoring the pink-haired girl's immediate string of facial expressions, Sasuke reached the bottom step and looked at the clock, "Hm. It's nine o' clock."
Poof! Sakura's anger dissipated at the prospect of food, "Yay! Breakfast!" She bounded into the kitchen before Sasuke and took a seat on the cushiony dining table, "What are we going to eat first?"
Sasuke walked into the kitchen, a confused look on his face, "Whoa. Hold up. YOU'RE cooking breakfast. It's only fair that you do it because you're living, without my permission I might add, under my roof." He took a seat at the table with a smirk.
Sakura stared blankly at him.
And stared.
"What?" Sasuke questioned, "You can cook, right?"
"Err…" Sakura said nervously, twiddling her thumbs in embarrassment.
"…right?"
The spirit girl cleared her throat, "Well, you see, we spirits have training to harness our powers, and we don't really have much time to do much else…" She said slowly.
"And?" Sasuke said irritably. His stomach growled in anguish. He wanted food and he wanted it now!
"Eh…Ican'tcook." She blurted, her words spilling altogether.
"You what?"
"I can't cook."
"What?"
"I can't cook!"
"What?"
"I CAN'T COOK DAMMIT!" Sakura was fed up with the boy's pestering. I mean, was it so hard to understand that she can't cook?
"You're serious, right?" Sasuke choked out, taken aback.
Sakura rolled her eyes at the boy's shock, "No, I'm not Sirius. He died in the 5th book of Harry Potter," She answered sarcastically, "But so what if I can't cook! I can grant wishes and that's even better!"
"…if you can grant wishes, how come you can't just conjure breakfast or something?" Sasuke asked, a perfectly done eyebrow arched.
"I may be able to grant wishes and use powers like that but there ARE some restrictions you know. If there weren't, how do you expect people to be living in peace? If spirits were allowed to do anything they please, you would see sweets on every menu, evil running amuck, and Barney still on air! The rules state that a genie-spirit can grant wishes and use their powers for good, but some things just have to be done manually for the sake of feeling human. Cooking breakfast is one of them," She crossed her arms and pouted.
The dark-haired Uchiha only stared in disbelief. A sigh escaped his lips and he stood up, resigned, "Then I guess I'll have to make something…"
Sakura's eyes widened owlishly, "What! You're cooking?"
The wet strands of black hair bobbed in answer. Sasuke reached into the cabinet for some pancake mix and brought out a box.
"I don't want to die of food poisoning! I'm too young to die! I still have dreams and goals I want to accomplish, like owning the Godiva chocolate factory and finding out if Santa is real or not!" (I added this for the Christmas spirit. Heehee!) The girl cried in agony on the thick glass table.
"What! Food poisoning? At least I can cook…" Sasuke grumbled to the pink-haired drama queen. He glanced at the sobbing girl and added as an afterthought, "and don't you dare get that table dirty. Do you know how much it cost me?"
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A few minutes passed and the buttery smell of Aunt Jemima's pancakes permeated the air in the kitchen. Sakura's drama queen act was long finished but she was still doubtful of Sasuke's culinary skills.
But the pancakes sure smelled good.
A loud grumble sounded from Sakura's stomach.
Sasuke glanced at her from flipping the pancake on the frying pan, "Breakfast is almost ready…I still can't believe you don't know how to cook…"
"Are you being sexist?" Sakura said hotly. If there was one thing she hated more than no chocolate on Valentine's day, it was sexist jerks! "Just because I'm a GIRL doesn't mean I have to have cooking skills!"
"Hmm…thanks for the clarification, now I'm sure you're a girl," He turned back to the pancakes. Scooping up the pancake with a spatula, he tossed it into the air. With his quick reflexes from training, he caught the pancake onto a plate. Without looking at his face, Sakura knew he wore an arrogant smirk.
Growling, she muttered under her breath, "Arrogant jerk, thinks he soooo cool and soooo awesome just because he flipped some pancakes and could cook soooo much better than a girl…" She trailed off, looking at him via her peripheral vision.
A hot feeling surrounded her cheeks as Sakura took in the boy's appearance. Light shone through the window, bathing him in the morning light.
Dark strands of hair clung to his scalp, causing it to look less chicken-like. His intense onyx eyes usually serious looked relax and calm. Sakura had always seen Sasuke's face in tight concentration or scowling but it was devoid of any now.
The Uchiha slid the steel spatula under a pancake and tossed it into the air. His movements were melded into one fluid motion as the pancake landed unharmed onto the plate stacked with pancakes.
'Wow…I've never noticed it before but…Sasuke is actually…' Sakura thought, her sight on him, 'Good-looking…'
As Sasuke lifted his face and toward the window, the light shone in just the right places. His hair glistened, looking a dark blue in some places. If Sakura had to describe her master in one word, it would be 'god-like.'
Feeling an intense stare burning into him, Sasuke glanced at the mesmerized girl, "What are you looking at?"
Caught in the act, the pink-haired girl blushed even harder. She stammered out, "Uhh…e-err…n-nothing…"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. And he thought Naruto was weird.
"W-well, how are the pancakes coming along?" Sakura quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dilly-dally on her embarrassment. She got up, grabbed the orange juice and two glasses and set them on the table. Then she walked over to the drawers where the eating utensils were found.
"Just fine, since I'm cooking it," Sasuke reported, flicking off the stove.
Grabbing a pair of knifes and forks, she walked back to the table, growling, "You sure get your kicks out of lowering my self-esteem, huh? This is called bullying!" She took two pieces of napkins from the napkin holder on the table. Taking a knife and fork, she rolled it in a napkin and placed it neatly on one side of the table. Sakura did the same with the other utensils.
Putting her hands on her hips, she stood back and smiled at her handiwork, "Isn't it good, Sasu-"
Sasuke merely took a seat and swiftly rolled out the knife and fork. Holding the syrup by it's handle, he poured an even amount onto his mile-high pancakes and began eating.
Sakura twitched, "You can't even say a 'thank you' or 'oh, that's nice' or 'ooooh! That's so pretty!' or even a 'good idea'?" She demanded, plopping onto the cushiony seat and hastily rolling out her utensils.
"Hn," was the reaction she received.
Sakura rolled her eyes. 'Not really the reaction I was hoping for, but hey, it could've been worse,' she thought as she dug into her platter of breakfast.
"So are you going to tell me the rules of wish-making or not?"
Sasuke's sudden demand- err, question snapped Sakura to attention. It surprised her that he took a sudden attention on the topic but she was glad he believed her now.
"Well," Sakura began, biting into a pancake, "there are so many rules and regulations…hmm, where should I start?"
"There's that many?" Sasuke asked, bewildered.
Pink hair bobbed up and down, "Yeah, but I'll summarize it." Clearing her throat, Sakura's face turned serious as she began her mile-long explanation.
"As the spirit, genie, or whatever you want to call me, my job is to see that my mistress or master," she looked at Sasuke, "namely you, receive exactly three wishes. Nothing more, and nothing less."
Sasuke nodded, all the while chewing pancakes.
Sakura took a sip of her orange juice before continuing. "Even though there is an enormous quantity of rules, it's pretty simple. You cannot wish for death, pain, violence, or any other sort of benevolent offence to anyone, including yourself."
The dark-haired boy seated across from her grumbled aloud. "Darn, I was going to wish for my brother's demise…"
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The man felt the cold metal feeling of a kunai right beside his neck. His eyes widened as a whimpering sound escaped his throat.
"Mr. Takamura?" The cloaked man asked in a sultry, quiet voice.
The addressed person eyed the kunai as he answered, "So what if I am?" A cold feeling of dread washed over him as the mysterious man smirked. He knew his end was near.
"Then prepare to meet your end," Red eyes encircled with swirling commas burned holes into the back of Takamura's skull. The cloaked man gripped the offending weapon tighter in his grip.
Beads of sweat formed in mere seconds as fear gripped Takamura's chest as he uttered his last words; a futile plea, "Oh God, please…please, no…"
"I hope you've lived a fulfilling life on this earth." The owner of the sharingan eyes whispered. Suddenly, a quick spasm of air developed from his mouth, cutting the tension in the air. A sneeze.
Takamura blinked in surprise, forgetting about his little dilemma, "God bless you-"
The man swiped the kunai across the soft flesh of the neck and blood splattered over his cheek and Atkatsuki cloak. He didn't care. This was routine work. He wiped the dirty kunai on the suit of the man he decapitated.
"…I think someone's talking about you, Itachi," Kisame stepped from the shadows of the room.
Itachi turned around to look at his partner in crime's face, "So it would seem."
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"WHAT!" Sakura exclaimed, "Absolutely NO wishing for any death! Sorry, tough luck, but I would lose my Spirit-license!"
Sasuke HAD to raise an eyebrow for that. "'Spirit-license'?"
The girl across the table from him nodded. "Yeah. Duh, every genie-spirit carries one of those." She gulped down a mouthful of OJ. "You also can't use your wishes for petty things, like wishing me away or to make me stop my behavior." She send a glare at him. Coughing intentionally, she continued, "Your wishes have to be from the bottom of your heart."
"…who the hell made that up? It sounds corny."
"NO ONE ASKED YOUR OPINION, CHICKEN-HEAD!" Sakura snapped, a vein throbbing on her wide forehead.
"USELESS PINK-HAIRED SPIRIT!"
"WATCH IT SHORTY!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SHORTY- LOOK WHO'S TALKING!"
"SHUT-…wait. Darnit! I am shorter than you…" Sakura pouted cutely, resuming her normal behavior. Rolling his eyes with an amused smirk on his face, Sasuke beckoned her to continue.
"ANYWAYS, your wishes have to be what you really want. They can't be wasted like asking for an ice cream because wishes are valuable! AND, they can't be something like wishing for a mountain of gold." Sakura stated matter-of-factly.
Sasuke shrugged, his spiky black hair brushing against his neck. "I don't think I'll wish for that." He pointed passed her to the living room, where a random mountain of gold stood.
"Rich bastard…" Sakura muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Sasuke asked sharply.
"Nothing!" She answered in a sing-song voice. "Now, I think that covers everything, right?"
The boy sputtered, "I thought you said it was going to be long!"
The pink-haired girl glared. "I shortened it for you, be grateful. Do you want to hear all 2,000,356,203,394 words?" When he didn't reply, she said, "Hmph. Your welcome, your highness."
After pouring an overload of syrup, she snatched the knife and cut through the layers of pancakes, almost breaking the expensive china in the process. Sakura placed the knife down with a 'thud' and took the stainless steel fork. She stabbed at the pancakes, stuffing them angrily down her throat.
Sasuke paused from putting a piece of pancake into his tempted mouth to look at the insane girl. He watched this process of grabbing, thudding, stabbing, and shoving for a couple of seconds and sighed audibly.
"Thanks."
Sakura's hand stopped from shoving three pieces of pancake down the hatch. She looked at him through green eyes. "What?"
The embarrassed boy muttered out, "Thanks."
A huge smile slowly appeared on Sakura's features, threatening to split her face apart, "Your welcome!" She said sincerely in reply and continued to eat…but in a less forceful way, mind you.
Unbeknownst to the hyper genie-spirit-girl, Sasuke continued to watch her. A barely noticeable red tint stained his pale cheeks.
'What's that phrase Nara always says?'
Sakura choked suddenly and pounded on her chest. Apparently, she was eating too fast. What kind of normal person shoves seven pieces of pancakes down their throats! After a few seconds of pounding, she flashed him a V-sign with her fingers, grinning at her own silliness.
The blush grew into a darker hew.
'Oh yeah…'Women are troublesome'…'
--owari—
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