title: footloose
pairing: sasusaku.
draft: 008 - tutor
disclaimer: hahahahahaha. NO.

an: i am a college student who likes short stories.

footloose

"And one, two, three, one, two, three, one -"

"Ah, teme! You stepped on my damn foot!"

Sakura's brow twitched as her eyes fell upon the dangerously comedic sight waiting before her in the main suite of her and Sasuke's dorm. Sasuke and Naruto were dancing. And not just any type of dancing - ball room dancing.

Clearly the world had ended. Or was close to coming to an end. Especially by the way they were holding hands. And what was worse was that Naruto was in some three inch heels.

Slamming the door should get their attention...

"Ah, S-Sakura-chan!"

The pinkette readjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder; a smug smirk appeared on her lips. Sasuke narrowed his eyes suspiciously as she threw her hands up innocently, "Oh no, no, no. Don't mind me, really. Just continue on with your tribal rain dance or whatever that is."

"It's not a tribal rain whatever, it's for our dancing class; we're ball room dancing, Sakura-chan!"

"Nuance."

Sakura whistled innocently as she walked into her room; she chucked her backpack on her desk and sprawled out on her bed, not even bothering to close the door. When she appeared to be sleeping, Naruto and Sasuke continued their rain dance.

"Teme, you freaking suck!" Naruto complained again, wincing as the Uchiha crushed his foot for the umpteenth time that minute. Sasuke grunted again and shoved his best friend away from him; he crossed his arms and threw himself on the sofa.

Naruto fought the strong urge to point and laugh; Uchiha Sasuke was actually sulking because he couldn't ball room dance.

"Is widdle Sasuke-kun mad because he can't do it?" Naruto teased lightly.

"Hn. No." Sasuke lied, "It's stupid. What use is ball room dancing?" he hissed the last three words almost as if it were poison on his lips, retching at the entire concept of it.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared over Sasuke's frowning face. He looked up and saw Sakura peering down at him curiously. She blinked when he blinked.

"What, Sakura?" Sasuke said, not at all kindly.

Sakura grinned and childishly gripped his large hands, pulling him to his feet. Placing one hand at her waist and holding the other; she signaled to Sasuke that she would lead the way.

"You know, Sasuke-kun, ball room dance isn't useless," she chided lightly as they swept around their large suite. Naruto, easily entranced by their fluidity, sat on the sofa and watched closely, a wide, entertained smile on his lips.

"Oh?" Sasuke challenged, quickly taking the lead in their dance, "Well enlighten me then. If you can."

Sakura snorted at his childishness and accepted his playful banter, "Our families are always invited for formal events, so you need to know how to ball room for that."

"I don't dance there anyway," he twirled Sakura round expertly and dipped her low. Naruto clapped his hands together like an ecstatic seal, requesting that it be done again.

"Well, Itachi-nii's wedding is coming up soon."

"I won't dance there." he stubbornly replied. Sakura sighed exasperatedly and twirled Sasuke much like he had done moments before. Naruto 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed at the brilliance of it all. Dipping Sasuke, Sakura pursed her lips and brought him back up, letting go of his hands.

Sasuke frowned and Sakura took this moment to sharply jab his forehead with her index and middle fingers.

"You're gonna have to learn how to dance sometime. You can not not dance at Itachi-nii's wedding. Besides, I'm sure there will be loads for crazy girls ready for you to sweep them off their feet. You wouldn't want to disappoint them, now would you?" she said, grinning coyly.

Sasuke smirked in return and grabbed Sakura, placing his hands in the proper positions and pulling her closely. Sakura nearly flushed at their close proximity; from the corner of her eyes, she could see Naruto covering his own eyes, peaking through his fingers.

"Aa. Well, if you put things that way," he replied, "Let's go, Sakura."

"Ouch, Sasuke-kun! You stepped on my foot!" Sakura whined as she felt the painful crunching of her foot underneath Sasuke's colossal one. The Uchiha smirked darkly as he intentionally swung Sakura clumsily around the room. Naruto yelped as Sasuke tromped down on his healing foot in the midst of their dance. At last, he finally replied when he attacked Sakura's foot again.

"I know that. I'm practicing in case I have to dance for nii-san's wedding."

an: hehehe. i can barely keep my head up.

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