A/N: So here we have another little SasuSaku, in which Sasuke is the paranoid boyfriend. Set in like, New York City or something. Yup, it's a modern fic. ;) Hope you enjoy my silly lateness!

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Just Another Day in the Life

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It was almost two hours since she was supposed to be there. Sasuke forked his fingers through his hair and sighed, a frown of impatience drawing his mouth downward. To anyone passing by he looked extremely annoyed, but to a friend that was his way of worrying when someone was late.

He scooped up his black leather jacket and walked away from the bench, a thread of disappointment worming its way into his heart. Where was she? With a determined stride he moved past other pedestrians, his goal two blocks away. If she wasn't still at her apartment, he wasn't sure what to think. Did she forget him?

Upon reaching the apartment complex his pace quickened, the knot in his stomach tightening. He prayed to whatever higher power there was that she was still there. They did have a spat (verbal war, more like it) the other day…was she stating something by not coming? Another frustrated sigh.

He knocked on her apartment door, shifting while he waited in silence. Nobody came. He knocked again, and with more emergency. Still no answer. He fumbled for the spare key he always kept in his jacket pocket, and with trembling fingers he shoved the key into the lock, pushing the door open and moving inside the tiny apartment without bothering to shut it.

First came the living room, perfectly clean as always, then the tiny kitchen, and when his search proved fruitless there he backtracked to the bedroom.

"Sakura?" He knocked on the closed door, knowing she liked her privacy.

But no one answered from inside. Slowly he pushed the door open, but the bed was empty and made. He didn't really know where else to look. She wasn't home, she never came to the park…was she really trying to tell him something? He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands.

The sound of hesitant footsteps falling lightly in the living room made him lift his head.

"Sakura?" He swiftly left the bedroom, and upon arrival in the living room the knot in his stomach relaxed.

There she was, staring at him with confusion and a bag of groceries in her hand.

"Sasuke? What are you doing here? And you left the door open; I thought someone broke in…" She stopped at the look on his face, and then a sort of realization dawned on her.

She set the groceries down on the small coffee table beside the couch and walked over to the Uchiha, a small smile turning her lips.



"You were worried about me, weren't you?" She grabbed his hands with her smaller ones, her eyes dancing. "Sasuke, that's the third time this week. You've got to relax, nothing horrible is going to happen to me while you're not around!"

She initiated the 'hug of relief' anyway, because she knew he was awkward with those kinds of things unless she started.

"You weren't at the park today." He stated into her bubblegum pink hair, arms wrapped around her tiny waist.

"Sasuke, I called and told you I had to go shopping!"

"You never told me."

"Well, I left a message on your answering machine! Don't you ever check those things?"

"Sakura, I don't have an answering machine."

"Oh. Well, you need to get one!" She pulled out of the hug and poked him in the chest stubbornly.

Sakura stepped back and fiddled with her hands for a moment before looking back up to meet his frown.

"What?"

"…Nothing."

"Sasuke, if this is about that silly quarrel we had the other day I'm okay now. How many times do I have to tell you? And again, I'm sorry I teased you about being antisocial. I know you're sensitive."

His frown deepened.

"Sasuke."

"Hn."

"I still love you."

"I know."

She slugged him in the arm, and he smirked back at her. The corners of his mouth softened into a small smile as he took her hands.

"We're okay."

"Yes Sasuke, even if the world ends, or we have another fight, or you never end up getting an answering machine, we will still be okay, because I am Sakura and you are Sasuke and I will never stop loving you."

"Hn."

He leaned over to kiss her, but she drew back, and he gave her a look of impatience.

"And?"



"And what?"

"I just make a heartfelt speech and all you can say is 'hn'?" her voice started to rise, and Sasuke sighed inwardly.

All he wanted was to kiss his girl and go back to being a paranoid, overprotective boyfriend. Was that too much to ask?

"Sakura."

"What!?"

"You're being silly."

"I'm being silly!? You know what?? You're silly! I can't even go grocery shopping without you having a fit of paranoia!"

"Okay, I love you too. Now are you satisfied?"

"Yes." She grinned, and even though he hated it when she forced him to say mushy things, the end result was always extremely pleasing.

"Now can I please kiss you?"

She snuggled into his chest and grinned mischievously.

"Do you really have to ask?"

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Okay, this was just completely random. A little snippet in the life of Sasuke and Sakura, in which they are one of those adorably defunct couples that can't function without some sort of drama at least once a week. ;) I luff the overprotective, paranoid Sasuke who can't help but think the worst of everything, so I hope I portrayed him in an okay manner. And I know, I'm a terrible little authoress who just fails at updating in a timely manner, so plase bear with me, hm?

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