title: the one with the fortunes
author: ohwhatsherface
note: sorry. it implies sasusaku a little.
disclaimer: disclaimed.
Sasuke was bored. Really, really bored. His teammates, however, were not. Rather, they were foolishly hanging on every word that came from that freaky, eccentric-looking so-called fortune teller, Madame Choo.
She already told Naruto that he would be in a position of great power one day and would be admired by all. Before that, she told Sasuke he would make a dire decision with grave consequences but find redemption after many trials. Then she added offhandedly that he'd have seven kids and that it was unclear if he'd have more after that.
Right.
At the moment, she was talking to Sakura.
"You will marry a strong ninja."
Sakura carried out the expected gasp and shocked expression. When Madame Choo didn't seem to have anything else to add, Sakura not so subtly prompted her to continue:
"…and?"
Madame Choo raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'and'?"
Sakura looked rather disappointed for someone who was just told she was going to marry big. She shrugged. "Well, I mean, of course I'm going to marry a strong ninja. I wouldn't settle for anything less." Then she smiled and eagerly leaned closer to the old fortune teller. "Now tell me something about him I never would've guessed please!"
Madame Choo managed to refrain from looking completely insulted. Taking Sakura's wish for elaboration as doubt, she muttered, "Listen, kid, my words are truth."
Naruto grinned. "Damn freaking straight they are… er, will be?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Yes. Of course I'm going to have seven kids. Maybe even a dozen."
Sakura waved a hand at them, motioning for the two to shut the hell up. All the while, she kept her gaze on Madame Choo. "I mean, could you tell me something more specific? Like… what village is he from?"
"Sakura-chan!" Naruto shouted. "He's gonna be from Konoha, of course!" he declared, obviously not talking about himself. Obviously.
She pouted. "Well, what if he's like… a foreign prince or something? Or a mysterious missing-nin who wants me to elope with him?" Sakura nearly rolled her eyes at Naruto's stupidity. These were perfectly plausible ideas, so she no clue what Naruto's problem was.
"He'll be very strong, yes, but overall he'll be a regular ninja, kid," Madame Choo said. She stiffened suddenly, indicating she got another message from the Great Beyond or where ever. "Although he will be rich." Madame Choo nodded. "Very rich."
Sakura sighed. Clearly this woman wasn't going to give her anything useful. "That's nice and all, but that doesn't really matter…" Sakura's cheeks reddened as she twiddled her thumbs. "This strong ninja guy… are we happy together?"
Madame Choo frowned. "What?"
"Like, does he love me?"
Sasuke cringed the moment he heard 'love' uttered. It was sort of instinctive for him to react violently at the word since it usually came alongside things like 'Sasuke-kun, will you be my boyfriend?' and obnoxious giggles.
He sighed loudly. "Sakura. Really. You can't actually believe the crap this woman is saying."
Sakura looked torn between laughing and saying what he wanted to hear, and telling him to shut up so Madame Choo could answer her question.
"Um," Sakura mumbled. She smiled. "Uh…"
Sasuke rolled his eyes for the nth time and put some money down on the fortune teller's table to pay for the so-called predictions. Then he grabbed Naruto and Sakura and dragged them out of Madame Choo's tent. He didn't need to hear some crap about Naruto becoming Hokage or whatever. And he most certainly didn't need to hear about Sakura falling in love with some "strong ninja."
He snorted, thinking about how he'd obviously be much stronger.
(Not that he cared or whatever.)