Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Prompt: "his naughty grocery list"
Genre: humor/romance
Universe: Post-Canon
WordCount: 570
Rating: T
Warnings: Slight crack. ('Tis the season, maybe?)
Author's Notes: 11/13/11. Written as a gift!fic for cutecrazyice on LiveJournal.
Mission: Accomplished
"Well," Sakura huffed, and though she tried to veil the hurt in her eyes from him, it was no use. "If that's how you feel."
For the record?
That wasn't how he felt.
But as not a single one of Sasuke's mentors had managed to cultivate the skill of emotional expression (Fugaku, Itachi, Kakashi, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Madara—do you see the pattern?), a very confused Sasuke was left standing at the mouth of Aisle 9 with a scowl on his face and a sack of potatoes in hand.
Sakura continued browsing through the shelves—a sham—through the curtain of her hair—a shield—and, without sparing him a glance, she reached out: "Pass me the list, then. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can go home."
What still surprised him was that he didn't necessarily care about leaving just yet. What still surprised him more was the way this attempt at indifference towards him finally sounded… real? Slightly stunned, he passed off the folded grocery list with involuntarily feigned disinterest.
Sasuke tried to think of a way to salvage the mission—Stop trying to turn everything in life into a mission, bastard! Just ask her out, dammit! Naruto's irritating voice echoed in his ears—when Sakura's gasp disrupted his strategizing. "Sasuke-kun," she began, and he felt pathetic to realize how much he had been hoping she wouldn't suddenly drop the suffix. But her voice was baffled. "Are you sure all of this is yours?"
He hoped she noticed how his fingertips lingered a fraction of a second longer than necessary against her own as he retrieved the slip of paper—pathetic, pathetic, pathetic—and when he read over the list, nothing seemed amiss.
Groceries:
- Tomatoes
- Potatoes
- Rice
- Udon
"Aa," he glanced upward, quirking a solitary brow. "Why wouldn't it be?"
He wasn't expecting her astonishment, and he certainly wasn't expecting her blush. "Sa-Sasuke-kun," she repeated with wide eyes and surprise. But a moment later, a small smile graced her lips and she ducked her head, shyly placing a short strand of hair behind her ear. "I suppose—I'll guess just leave you to the rest then, and meet you outside."
As she quickly made her way to the cashier with her basket containing all of the items on his list, Sasuke was puzzled. The answer to this mystery, however, was hidden on the back. Copied perfectly in his fine, elegant script, was another list that Sasuke never wrote.
Night with Sakura:
- Whipped Cream
- Chocolate Syrup
- Strawberries
- Sake
And last but certainly not least, as Sasuke discovered with a raging blush of his own, was an item underlined twice: - Contraception.
Naruto will die.
.
.
.
Some hours later, as streams of mission: accomplished, accomplished, accomplished rang through Sasuke's head, he decided that perhaps it was really all for the best.
"It seems that you're already out of groceries," Sakura observed, her eyes glinting.
Sasuke surveyed the exhausted supplies with a smirk. "Aa."
And he decided he just might let Naruto live after all.
.
.
.
.
.
For now.
.
.
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End Note: Want a gift!fic, too? Head over to my LiveJournal at http: [slash] [slash] the rent you pay [dot] livejournal [dot] com to leave a prompt on my Holiday Requests post. I'm going to need some quick writing inspiration as the semester comes to a close (and the holiday season nears!), so please feel free to leave as many as you would like. The page shouldn't be too hard to find as it's the most recent non-friends-locked entry!