'Ignite.'
Chapter 2

Summary: It was fate. Who would've thought that the guy with the beautiful onyx eyes who saved her from the crazy blond was actually.. her arranged husband!?

A/N - Hey! I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging without an update! Forgive me. Life was rough and I needed a break from it all. But hopefully this will be enough. You can expect more updates this week maybe..

Her soft eyelids slowly began to open. She could feel the light trying to seep in, but she couldn't handle the sting.
As she finally got her eyes used to the vivid sunlight, the pink-haired girl was merely.. confused.

"Huh." Was all she could even say. The walls were painted a different color and she was wearing a silk nightgown decorated with diamonds; something she would NEVER wear.
Her bed sheets were completely different and embedded with unusual patterns.

"You're finally awake?" A male voice yawned. "You've been asleep for hours, Sakura."

Sakura yanked herself underneath her blanket. "Who's there?" She tried to blurt out with confidence as she slowly emerged from behind her expensive, silk blanket. Jesus, was everything in this house silk?
She stared at the person who was leaning calmly against the door and still, was seriously confused.
"What are you doing in my house?" Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"This is actually MY house, tch."

Sakura took her surroundings into consideration. "Oh.." She muttered. "Right, then what am I doing in YOUR house, Sasuke?"

He threw her clothes at her. "Ask yourself that while you get changed. Breakfast's ready." With that, he shut her door and went back downstairs.

She took one glance at the clothes that sat in her lap and was disgusted. "What is this?" She asked herself, picking up the clothing with two fingers pinched together.
A long, pink silky dress embedded with emeralds and tidy patterns.
"I'm expected to wear this? Where's my jeans.." Sakura groaned as she got up to put the clothes on. "This is torture."

TEN SAD MINUTES LATER

She strolled down the stairs, tripping over her long dress. And how was she supposed to wear this without being annoyed? She frowned but quickly regained a fake smile just in case she worried her arranged husband's parents.
They stared at her in shock. The large emeralds matched her light green eyes and the pink complimented her hair. None of them would be able to pull that off the way Sakura did.

Mikoto couldn't help by elbowing Sasuke's arm. "See? See?" She repeated proudly, "I pick the best girls in looks and personalities."

Sasuke replied deadly, "You've only met her for 5 minutes and she's already a sweetheart to you." He rolled his eyes as he shoved his fork into his pancakes. He had to stop looking at her was what he thought.
What if she thinks I'm fond of her..? She does look pret- tch, no.

Sakura sat down hesitantly. She had to be careful with her words. Everything she said in front of Sasuke's parents would be remembered and judged.
She smiled brightly, aggressively ripping her $45678 silk dress underneath the table.
"Good morning! How was your sleep?"

Sasuke quickly picked up on her fake attitude and scoffed.
Acting fake to gain praise, hm?

Fugaku glanced sternly at his son before replying to the young girl, "Very well, how about you?"

"Just as good." She grinned as she took a small bite out of her food. "What about you, Mikoto-san?"

"What? - Oh, yes, it was nice. You can call me mom if you'd want, Mikoto-san sounds a bit too formal." She gulped down her previous bite and waited for her soon-to-be daughter-in-law's answer.

"Right, mother." Sakura stared at her full plate and decided to leave it as it was. She felt.. off.
"I'm sorry, I can't complete my meal. I guess I'm still full from last night." She bowed politely, "Thank you for the food." And with those last words, she ran up the stairs and into her room.

"I want to go home, I want to go home." The pink-haired beauty repeated under her breath. She couldn't handle the pressure that came with impressing them. Why was she even trying?

Suddenly, the door creaked open and her future husband walked in casually before leaning on the side of her wall near her bed.
"You know you don't need to do all of that, right?"

Sakura fell into her bed and embraced her blankets. "I just wanted to impress them. It's none of your business."

Sasuke stared at her, "I'm about to become your husband, I need to know everything." He sat beside the get-hard female and patted her arm.

She tingled, "Don't do that, it feels weird."

"It does..?" He chuckled, "What does it feel like exactly?"

Sakura went red and shoved her face even deeper into her pillow. "Nothing!"

He lifted the blanket off her and tickled her neck and arm. "Like this?"

"HEY, STOP!" She giggled loudly, rolling around like a small pet puppy. "I - I CAN'T BREATHE!" She tried to remove away his arms but couldn't find success. "PL- PLEASE!" Sakura hugged him tightly, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I - I DID, BUT I- I'M SORRY!"

Sasuke came to a halt. He was baffled by her actions. As he stopped, she stopped tensing and laid her head on his shoulders.
"Finally, thank you." Sakura gasped in heavy breaths, "I thought I was going to die." She continued to hold tight onto Sasuke, tears coming out from her eyes due to the laughter.

He felt the wetness of her tear hit his hot skin. "Are you crying?" He pulled her head off his shoulders and pulled it in front of his face. Sasuke stared into her emerald eyes, "Did I make you cry? I'm sorry." He wiped away her cold tears with his sleeves. "I won't do it again, alright?"

Sakura frowned, "No, you did nothing." She caressed his hands that were gripping her chin softly. "I just automatically got tears from laughing a lot." She poked his nose with the small tip of her finger.

"Really?" He asked curiously, "So you're not upset?"

Sakura laughed, "Why would I?" She patted his head as he let go of her chin. "You do care about me. I wouldn't have thought about you doing anything like that." She felt a flame igniting in her stomach; butterflies, but just much more fierce. What was she feeling? Why had she always felt this way with Sasuke?

Sasuke got off her bed and headed for the exit. "Alright." He chucked softly, "Get ready because we're taking you back home."

She pouted. "I already considered this home, but fine." Sakura got off her bed.

He looked at her with a sincere look, something she would've thought would never come out from him. He seemed so mature and quiet, never showing emotions or anything. Maybe she had finally unlocked something nobody else had; and that simple thought surprisingly made her grin.
Sasuke walked over to her and caressed her cheek. "I -" He couldn't finish his sentence.

"You..?" Sakura repeated.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter," He let go of her cheek and walked out, sighing. He just couldn't do it. Couldn't bring himself to her. Couldn't show her how he really felt. It was just hard for him to show his emotions.

Sakura stared at his back as he walked away. "Oh." She muttered quietly, feeling a bit hurt by how he rejected her. She picked up her dress and followed him out.
How stupid am I to think he would even care about us being a thing?
She stared up at the ceiling, holding back tears.
I'm so idiotic for embracing love. I'll keep myself a distance away from him..

She got in the car as the engine roared.