It was amazing, as always. People could pay money to see it. The type of thing to go in record book or be announced in the Wonders of the World. But it was above slightly odd and quite frightening. The people couldn't keep their jaws closed.
The way that Uzumaki slurped down the Ramen was breath-taking. He could take down three bowls in under eighty seconds. By now, everyone seemed used to it. But that didn't mean it didn't attract the lad a few stares.
Smack! "Quit eating like a horse!" Sakura yelled, blushing.
He looked at her, mouth full of Ramen, and cocked his head to the side curiously. "Then how do you want me to eat, Sakura-chan?" he blinked.
-A "friendly" bet-
Sakura had some thing to attend to so she waved goodbye to her dear friends, blowing them kisses and waving gleefully. Only when she turned a corner did Naruto lose his smile and glare at the Uchiha. "You know, she's only nice to you because she's a nice person."
"Hn," Sasuke grunted, hands shoved in his pockets. He arrogantly turned on his heel and began walking away - a tad depressed that he couldn't hang out with Sakura today.
His shoulder was abruptly grabbed and he was forcefully turned around. He glared straight into the eyes of the Uzumaki. "I'm serious," Naruto growled.
"Ah."
"You don't believe me," Naruto blinked, "do you?"
"Tch."
A grin curled up the blonde's face. "You wanna make a bet?"
A pair of ebony ears perked behind raven locks. "What kind of bet?" he asked suspiciously.
"A bet to see who Sakura-chan likes more," Naruto sneered. "Loser wears a wedding dress and runs around the village screaming like an idiot."
Uchiha Sasuke grabbed the dobe's hand and shook it tightly. "I'm only doing this cause I won't lose, you know," he smirked.
"Yea, we'll see about that."
Both turned and started on their ways. They both suddenly stopped. "Sakura-chan can't know about this!" Naruto voiced their thoughts. Cause she'd be pissed!
"Yea."
--
It was a Saturday. Early Saturday. Haruno Sakura woke up bitterly to someone banging on her window. She sauntered sleepily over to it, drew the curtain, and saw an idiotically grinning Uzumaki. He pressed his face against the glass and wore that stupid grin of his, waving to the angry pinkette in front of him.
She threw open the window. "What the hell do you want?" she growled.
He jumped in. "Wanna go to the Ra- I mean, lets take a walk! Come on!" he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her to the second floor window.
With another sharp growl, she snatched her hand back. She turned her back to him. "I'm tired, Naruto. Go away."
After a long pause, she glanced at him. She regretted doing so. He stared up at her with a puffed out lower lip and huge, cerulean orbs. His fingers were laced and up to his face in a pleading expression. "I bet if Sasuke asked you to, you would," he pointed out in a gooey voice.
Twitch. "Fine. Just let me get changed," she sighed.
"Em 'kay," he sat cross-legged down on her bed.
A shoe was chucked at his head. "GET OUT!"
He rubbed his head while hopping out the window.
--
They walked a simple path though it seemed barren. The sun shined brilliantly down at them, seemingly smiling at the happy pair. Well, one was happy anyway. The blonde practically hopped with joy as he stepped; while his companion... seemed to have an anonymous black cloud hovering over her.
"Hey, Sakura-chan, wanna hold hands?" he asked hopefully.
"No."
"Can I carry you?"
"No."
"Kiss?"
Smack! "No!"
"Okay," he grinned as he rubbed his throbbing head. "Hey, lets sit down!" he motioned to a bench near a fountain.
"O-"
He grabbed her wrist before she finished and pulled her over. He sat her down and sat next to her. She glared as he stared intently at her. "Sakura-chan... there's something you should know about that bastard Sasuke."
--
Uchiha Sasuke suddenly sneezed. He blinked. "Allergies?"
--
"I already met his brother," she sighed.
"He has a brother?" Naruto blinked. "Well, that wasn't what I was going to say. It's about him. He's really a jerky person. A bastard, in fact. He tried to say, to say that you only liked me cause you're being nice. He tried to make some stupid bet with me to see who you'd pick."
"WHAT?!" her eyes filled with sudden anger. "How stupid! That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard! It sounds like something you would do, actually."
He winced. "I would NOT! I even said no to his offer."
She gave him a kind smile - one he hasn't seen too often. "Thanks, Naruto. You're always there for me. I appreciate it."
The boy with no quilt smiled. "Yup! Just forget about that bastard Sasuke."
--
Another sneeze. "What the hell?!"
--
"Yea," she sighed and leaned back. She stared up at the clouds. One happened to resemble a certain hair style. She giggled. She was too busy giggling to notice Naruto wrap his arm around her shoulders. When she did notice, she decided not to say anything. It's nice of him to tell me what Sasuke did. I'm glad he disagreed... Wait a minute... She looked him up suspiciously. Nah.
The Uzumaki suddenly stood up, pulling her up with him. "Hey, Sakura-chan! Lets go to the fair!"
"O-"
He pulled her off.
The day was filled with laughter and fun. Sakura was actually surprised she could have so much fun with the dobe. He was Naruto after all. But he was kind and actually gave her two letter replies. Though he did yammer on and on while they were waiting in lines.
He walked her home that night and waved goodbye without even hinting a kiss. She ate a piece of cotton candy while turning and going inside for the night.
--
It was Sunday (the next day). Around evening. Sakura was hastily cleaning up after dinner, trying to hurry before her parents got home. While she was doing so, she heard a knock at the door. She sighed, didn't feel like walking over there, and yelled "it's open!"
There was a horrid creak as it opened. Quiet footsteps walked through the house. "In here!" she yelled as she whipped the mahogany table.
"Sakura."
The voice. She knew that voice. She looked up from the polished table into the piercing black eyes of Uchiha Sasuke. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filling with rage. Her knuckles whitened as she held the cloth. Without further ado, she chucked it at him.
He caught it before it messed up his "perfect" hair. "What's your problem?" he asked, holding it tightly.
"You," she passed him, flicking her locks in his face.
His arm snaked around her waist before she completely passed him. She reddened instantly. "Sasuke-kun," she growled.
His breaths trailed through her ear, making the poor girl shudder. "What did I do now?" The guy already apologized once in his life, that should be enough!
"You tried to make a bet with Naruto-kun!" she whimpered, struggling in his grasp.
Choke! "He told you about that?!"
"So it IS true!" she squeaked. Tears beckoned at her eyes.
... "Hn."
"Why would you do that?! Is asking me against the rules?"
"It wasn't my idea!" he defended himself at last. Plus, it's not the Uchiha way to turn down a bet. "You shouldn't listen to Naruto, he's a loser. Come on," he took hold of her hand and pulled her toward the door.
She planted her feet into the carpet. "Where are we going?"
"To the movies. Where else?" with a sharp tug, he got her out the door, shutting it behind them.
"This is child abduction!" she protested. Though for some reason, she couldn't will herself to stop. "Sasuke-kun!"
"Shut up."
Sakura frowned. How rude!
--
Of course, he took her to a horror movie. Haruno Sakura hated horror movies. This one was gory. Every time a zombie would go in to eat brains, she would bury her head into the Uchiha's chest, holding her breath until the screaming stopped. Sasuke simply smirked triumphantly and smoothed a hand down her long hair, in a mockingly calming way.
One time, she went the wrong way and grabbed the arm of the person on the other side of her. She squeezed it tightly, hardly caring who it was. The muscle of the arm did surprise her though. Once the screaming stopped, she looked up into the eyes of whomever it was. She nearly choked on her own breath.
"I-Itachi-san!" she squeaked.
At the name, Sasuke looked passed the pinkette. His face turned instantly fierce. "What the hell are you doing here?!" he demanded.
"Hn," the older Uchiha shrugged. "Telling you I like zombie movies wouldn't work so I don't feel like explaining myself."
"You followed me?!" the sibling exclaimed.
"Sh!" people in front and behind them hushed.
"Ah." The reply came from both of them.
"So you're a stalker now too?" Sasuke hissed.
"Tch. Not exactly, especially not of you, little brother."
"Don't call me that!"
"Sh!"
"Tch," they both crossed their arms and turned their attention to the screen.
Sakura did not like being in the middle of fighting siblings. At all. She suppressed the urge to lash out and smack one - Sasuke - on the head quite hard. Lucky for him, the argument was stopped from the annoyed viewers. She was so angry that when blood scenes would come up, she would shut her eyes tightly and press her hands against her ears.
After the movie, she sat on the passengers side of the youngest Uchiha's car while he drove silently on the night road. He glanced at her. That was her angry face - slightly red cheeks, a puffed out lip, crossed arms, and glaring at nothing. He sighed and turned on the radio.
It was the kind of rap you can't understand a thing they were saying. She rolled her eyes and changed it to something more rocking. She grinned and tapped her foot with the pumping beat.
Sasuke glanced at her, smirked, and changed the station back to the rap.
She abruptly ceased her jolly foot tapping. With a sharp growl, she jabbed her index finger on the Seek button. She smiled once HER station was back on. Only to lose her contentedness to have it back to rap. She turned it back.
The station battle lasted all the way home. The black Porsche (only the best for a Uchiha) parked in an empty space in front of her house. The Haruno got out and slammed the door so hard behind her the car trembled. Sasuke was beside her in an instant. She raised a brow at him. "What are you doing?" she asked irritably.
"Walking my date to the door," he replied with a smirk, opening the door for her before she grabbed the door. "You really should lock the door, sweetie."
Her heart skipped a beat. "Don't call me something like that in a mocking way!" she whined. She stomped through the doorway. "Naruto-kun was a way better date than you!" she grabbed the brass knob and slammed it in the boy's smooth, pale face.
Shit.
Uchiha Sasuke - the one and only - was suddenly tackled and sent to the ground. A certain blonde idiot was on top of him, grinning like a mad banchie. "Sasuke," he sang. "It looks like you lose. Don't worry, you don't gotta scream like an idiot. Ya just gotta wear the dress and let me get a few pics. It's at my house. Lets go." He jumped to his feet, shining victoriously.
"I didn't lose," Sasuke muttered as he stood and brushed himself off. But he followed the blonde nonetheless. "Why do you even have a wedding dress?" He left out the fact that he probably wasn't going to wear it.
"Oh, I bought it for the bet. I knew you'd lose. Only Sakura-chan's right for me!"
--
Haruno Sakura sat, hugging her knees, her back against the door. She couldn't believe what she just heard. Naruto made the bet? He LIED to her? Sasuke was going to wear a dress? Well, that last part she really didn't believe. But she heard the rest with her own ears. It had been Naruto's idea! She fell for it!
A few minutes later, she threw her door open. Sasuke's car was gone. She gasped. She couldn't let her Sasuke-kun wear a dress to have Naruto sell pictures all over the Internet! She ran down the sidewalk toward the dobe's house, cursing modern day technology.
Well, YOU wanted long, and you got it. I felt the need to add a cliffy. I feared this one was too long. But I'm sure my dear reviewers will tell me what they think. Don't cha wanna know if Sasuke wears the dress or not? Or how he and Sakura will end up? Or how our dear heroine will punish the Uzumaki? Oh and they say you sneeze if someone's talking about you so... PEACE!