A/N: Whoa, I never thought I would make so much people laugh! I always thought of myself as being… boring…Anyway, thank you for all the reviews! By the way, if you are choking while reading, stop!Please! It's as simple as that. I don't want to receive a review telling me I just killed someone. Just stop reading, catch your breath before it takes a bus to Heaven, and then come back. I won't delete this story, don't worry! Every time I add a chapter, it goes back to 60 days of lifetime. It won't disappear!
Anyway, happy reading!
How? How could this girl have so much power on him? She was just a girl! A weak and annoying girl! Uchihas don't get ruled over by girls! Except for his mother, but she was an Uchiha anyway.
No, really, this one was quite something! She would get him to walk around half-naked in a laundromat, go back to the thermal bath station to get her bottle of shampoo – which, in his opinion, smelled way too feminine for him to use, although he did use it (coughstupidcough) – come back to the laundromat, accompany her to a hotel, pay for the room and sleep in the same bed as her.
Now, you are probably all wondering how she accomplished this incredible exploit. Well, it was quite simple. Here is how it happened.
"Damn you woman…" Sasuke muttered under his breath.
"Now, now, Sasuke-kun, you don't want me to punish you again, do you?" she said smugly. "You know, I think we should both leave this village tomorrow, after a good night sleep. Don't you agree?"
"Hn."
"Oh, puh-lease, Sasuke-kun, do be cooperative. I think we should stop to that hotel. It looks nice."
"Hn."
"I think we both need it."
"I think you should stop thinking," he replied dryly.
Bad idea.
Her hand shot up straight towards his throat. If he had been paying attention to her, he would have been able to dodge it. But guess what, he hadn't been paying attention to her. Well, not visually, anyway.
She had decided his balls had suffered enough for one day, so she went for his throat. Concentrating chakra in her arm and hand, she delightfully felt a few vertebrae crack under the pressure. Oh, not enough to kill him. But it did feel good to see him choke and gasp for air.
"What exactly did you say?"
Okay, maybe she had gone a little too far. Only a little, though.
She let go of his throat, making him fall to the ground into a puddle of hyperventilating Uchiha. The poor guy was red in the face, except for the big blue bruise on his cheek. He looked up at her, a murderous glare in his eyes, but it didn't look quite serious in the middle of his flushed and bruised (oh so handsome) face.
She got down on her knees, a slight smirk on her lips, and repeated her question.
"What exactly did you say?"
He hesitated a little. After all, he could be the pig-headed Uchiha he used to be – and receive yet another higly painful punch – or be in his right mind and say something else – that wouldn't eventually get him killed.
After staring at her evil smirk for a while, he decided to use his right and rational mind – for once.
"Nothing."
"Yeah, thought so. Now, why don't we go to that hotel?"
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Don't feel like it." Okay, maybe his stubborn-as-a-donkey Uchiha mind didn't quite want to admit defeat yet.
"Oh really?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, really," he said, raising his… well, whole self.
"What if I say we go anyway?"
"I say I don't want to go."
"Still, we're going." At that moment, their voices had raised a little.
"No, we're not!"
"Yes, we are!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
It is truly amazing how people having a fight can be so heedless of all the by-passers shooting them glares, smirks, and all other kinds of faces, including the "Ha-happened-to-me-last-night-now-you're-in-for-it-she's-gonna-make-you-sleep-on-the-couch-if-you-don't-agree-with-her" smirk and the "You-go-girl-we're-all-behind-you-give-that-shmuck-a-piece-of-your-mind-like-I-did-to-my-husband-last-night-before-I-sent-him-sleep-on-the-couch" grin.
"ARE NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"ARE NOT!"
"ARE TOO, AND YOU BETTER NOT COMPLAIN UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CASTRATE YOU LIKE I WAS ABOUT TO DO IN THE SHOWERS! BE GRATEFUL YOU STILL CAN HAVE CHILDREN, UCHIHA, BECAUSE IT WON'T BE THE CASE FOR TOO LONG IF YOU DON'T GET INTO THAT HOTEL AND PAY FOR A ROOM!"
…
Silence.
…
Awkward silence.
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Awfully awkward silence.
…
The poor retired couple who had been walking by were staring at the two teenagers in shock. The man silently put his hands over his package, making a wincing face at the thought of being castrated. The woman silently put her hands over her mouth, thinking it was absolutely outrageous that these two had been in the same shower.
And that the girl didn't castrate her companion.
What a shame.
Sasuke was still sending the murderous look at Sakura. No, he was definitely not going to obey to this girl and comply with her demands. Uh uh, no way. He was a manly, masculine, proud man, an Uchiha nonetheless, and he was not scared of a simple pink haired woman.
This eventually ended up with a very pissed Sasuke being dragged into the hotel by a very calm, annoying and evilly grinning Sakura.
While he was sitting on the bed, she was walking around, brushing her teeth and her hair at the same time, being watched intently by a very sulking and childish-looking Uchiha.
Being finished with brushing all she had to brush, Sakura approached the bed, finally noticing Sasuke staring at her. She found him highly cute, but she knew that telling him would only piss him more.
Which is why she told him.
"What? You know Sasuke-kun, you're very cute like that. You'd be even cuter if you were blushing" she said, slightly giggling.
Which caused him to blush.
"Aaaaaww, now the picture's complete. I'm sure your mum would have said the same thing."
"Don't you dare talk about my mum," he said angrily. "You don't know anything about her, you don't know what she used to say or do. You have no right to say that."
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Geez, calm down, I was just teasing you."
He got under the covers, turning his back towards her stubbornly. She stared at him for a while, then pulled the covers up and slid into bed, her back facing him to.
"Good night, Sasuke-kun," she said harshly before closing her eyes.
"Hn."
Somehow, that (highly irritating) answer sounded like it was filled with sorrow. It caused Sakura to open her eye again. Why did she hear sorrow in those two letters? How could she hear sorrow in those two letters? It was absurd. Still, her mind started producing an awful lot of questions about why he would be sorrowful.
Then, it hit her.
"You miss her, don't you?" She asked softly.
"Who?" Came his deep voice.
"Your mom."
"…"
"You wish she were still alive." She smiled slightly, as if she were wishing the same thing.
"…"
"Don't you?"
"Yeah." His voice broke.
Sakura stayed silent, forcing herself not to push him towards telling her more. She could practically feel his tears on her cheeks.
"She… was the most… sweet, caring woman I have ever met, and still, she was holding an iron-firm grip on my father's behaviour. Somehow…" he hesitated. "Somehow, you remind me of her. And I know that if I had told you when we were Genin, you would have squealed and dashed straight to that blond girl to tell her," he said, chuckling. "But I felt so bad for not telling you, because somewhere, I knew you deserved to know."
"And I have no fucking idea why I'm telling you now, or why I'm even talking to you. God, I'm even crying!" He chuckled again, and then sniffed.
"Sasuke-kun," she said, turning around to face his back. "There is nothing wrong with crying. Except when it's an every day habit like me, but… You know, if you feel like crying, just do it. You've been holding your emotions deep inside of you for eight years. It is perfectly normal for them to flow out when there are too much of them."
"What are you, a psychologist?" He asked, sniffing again.
"No, but Tsunade-shishou told me I could have been a great one if I hadn't become a medic. And, Sasuke-kun?"
"Yeah?"
She slid close to him and snaked a hand on his side to put it on his arm. She snuggled into his back, feeling him tense a little.
"I won't tell Naruto."
Closing his eyes, he sighed and smiled. She could feel he was relaxing. Her smile went wider and she tightened her hold on his arm, just enough to remind him she was there.
"Sakura?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Her eyes shot open at the two words he just said. The last time she had heard them, he was leaving Konoha to go join Orochimaru. She didn't know what he meant that time, but at this moment, in this bed, in this room of this hotel, in this village two week away from Konoha (she winced internally when she remembered that oh so frustrating fact), she knew exactly why he thanked her.
She closed her eyes again, smiling, as slumber finally took hold on her and drove her into a peaceful sleep, filled with cherry trees, white bunnies and pink and black haired chibi-Sasukes running around and laughing. The image also contained two tall shinobi, a pink-haired one, holding a raven-haired one's hand, both smiling.
Somehow, when Sakura woke up, she felt a sudden, unexplainable, pregnant woman-like craving for cheesecake.
A/N: Phew! Wow, that took me two hours straight! I just got back from watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It was sooooooo cool! Well, I'm happy I could update before leaving for my summer camp, but you'll have to wait two weeks before I start the fourth chapter.
Yes, I know Sakura has been a little bit bitchy, but it was only to lead the story towards a little bit of fluff, if you can call it that. And yes, I know Tsunade never told her she could be a great psychologist, but I had to find a way to make her understand what people feel.
By the way, furryhatlover2543, I know I said I would make Sasuke bad talk Sakura's clothes, but I didn't know where to fit it in. Sorry. I'll try in the upcoming chapters (Sasuke will have REVENGE! MUAHAHAHAHAAA! Ahem, sorry).
Review? Pwetty pwetty pwease?
Ja!
Queen of Pascalities