Now's the date! This was just horrible to write in fact a trip to the dentist might make me actually feel better in comparison.
If it sucks it's because I have no clue about the whole dating...thingy.
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Last time:
Only when he started driving and she was thrown to the side as he turned the corner, did she realise that it was actually happening. She was going on an actual date with Itachi. And she wasn't wearing her seatbelt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
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Onwards!
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"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?"
"To a movie."
"Oh." She turned quiet again while trying to figure out which movie they would be seeing. Somehow he just didn't seem the 'Tangled' type. "We aren't watching Black Swan are we? If we're watching Black Swan then I am out of here."
"I thought you wanted to watch Black Swan. Didn't you have plans with Ino to watch it this Sunday?" He said, perplexed.
"Okay first off, how do you know that? Stalker! And yes I do want to watch this movie. But if I'm going to watch it I don't want to forget it. Although that might make sense. Maybe the movie will be so bad I'll want to forget it, in which case the whole memory wipe thingy will be good. Hm... food for thought." She said stroking her chin in thought.
"It doesn't matter. We're not watching Black Swan."
"Really? Then what are we watching? Tangled? I don't they'd have it playing at this hour."
"They don't have anything playing at this hour. It's four in the morning."
"Then what are we watching?"
And then Itachi pulled into an empty parking lot with a sharp turn and tires screeching. Again. It seemed like a sound that Sakura had been hearing a lot of these days.
"So what are we watching?" She said getting out of the car and resting her chin on the little pillow her arms made on the roof of the death mobile. He pointed behind her with a smirk that did nothing to comfort her. She turned to see what he was pointing at and her jaw dropped.
"Whoa."
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"So your brother was just here."
Ino liked to think she had grown up a lot in the past few years. She wasn't that loud anymore nor was she that quick to judge people. She had also learnt not to hold grudges. But the one habit that could not be got rid off was her need to gossip. Oh don't get her wrong she could keep a secret for all eternity if need be but unless expressly told to keep her mouth shut, anything said to Ino would find a way to be known.
"I kind of figured. Then what happened?" On the other end of the phone the other Uchiha heir listened calmly, wondering why this set of girls deemed it necessary to call him only at the earliest hours in the world.
"He's taking her out for a date!"
"It's two in the morning, why would he take her out on a date now?" His voice was scruffy from sleep and Ino had to stop herself from being distracted by the delicious shivers that ran down her back at its sound. She did after all have to come up with an explanation as to why this date was so important without letting the truth slip. Somehow she didn't think Sasuke would be quite receptive to 'Oh we work for gods and since Sakura's retiring tomorrow they're sealing her memories away.'
"Oh well that..."
"Hn?"
"Well she's being transferred. To a whole different geographical location. And you know the kids today with their concerns about long distance relationships and all that boo-hagey." She laughed nervously and hoped that Sasuke was as dense as Sakura claimed him to be because frankly her lying skills were like her gaydar, nonexistent.
"Right." He drawled out. Ino melted into a puddle of goo.
"Hey Sasuke–kun, I was wondering, why are you so famous?"
"Hn?"
"I mean you haven't really done anything except existing. So how did Sasuke become the Sasuke Uchiha? Because you're hot and all but there's plenty of hot guys in the world, but I've never even heard of them inducing this sort of a craze, so?"
"I don't know really. A few years back this girl Ami from school started a Facebook page dedicated to me and the next thing I know I've got fans in every continent and there are videos of me on the internet doing the most mundane of things, going viral within days."
"Oh." She knew Ami. In middle school all the other parents had pooled their money together to get that girl a therapist. But the students had known for quite some time that Ami was way beyond help.
"According to the PR agent who had to handle this mess it was the fallout of the Bieber phenomenon. And the fact that Ami used a picture of me shirtless as the profile picture for the fan club."
Ino made a mental note to check out that fan club. To report it of course.
"So what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Well in the morning I'll be giving Sakura some well deserved mental support, and in the evening I'll probably be angsting. Nothing definite I guess."
"I thought maybe you could show me that tomato garden of yours."
'That's what she said!' Ino thought but refused to voice it, cursing Jiraiya and his unending influence silently in her head. Really, Cupid chose the biggest perverts in the world to hang out with.
"Sure! Meet me at the Yamanaka Flower Shop at five in the evening?"
"It's a date."
All alone in her best friend's room, the blonde twirled singing 'I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and briiight...' into a hairbrush.
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"Whoa."
Ever since she was a child Sakura had loved going to the dome theatre. The sheer magnitude of the screen and the way you actually felt the whoosh of movements was just pure awesome. So lost in awe of the place and the unusual quiet that accompanied it, Sakura didn't notice Itachi take her hand and lead her up the stairs to a seat in the middle.
"H-How'd you-"
"I called in a few favours. It wasn't really that difficult." The slight hint of arrogance in his tone reminded Sakura of who exactly this was. Compared to the (many) feats Itachi Uchiha had accomplished she supposed getting a private viewing at a theatre was mundane.
But this was gorgeous. And in the few seconds that she was lost looking at the giant round screen that seemed to be unending, Itachi had signalled someone in the back to start playing the film and within seconds an aerial view of the rainforests lit up in front of their eyes.
"You had its DVD on your shelves." He was referring of course to one of the many Discovery Chanel documentaries that he had seen in her room.
She realised from that slightest hint of tentativeness in his voice, that he was looking for approval (her approval, the very thought made her giddy!), after all it wasn't everyday your companion (she refused to used the 'b' word) took you to watch a documentary in the middle of night. She just grinned and put her feet up on the top of the seat on the lower level grabbed his arm and got herself more comfortable, snuggling up to him.
"It's perfect."His lips twitched into a smile before turning to the screen. She sighed happily, snuggling into his arm even more before continuing. "Although you might want to get yourself a blanket or something, I can see your nipples through your robe."
"Hn."
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"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Sakura proceeded to twirl on the pavement. They had just left the theatre and Itachi in all his gallant glory offered to take her out for a very early breakfast at a little place nearby that was open at all hours. Arm in arm they walked to the diner and if she was clinging a bit too much to Itachi it was only because she was worried he'd catch hypothermia, Sakura reasoned. It had nothing to do with the fact that she liked him. More than liked, she liked him. And that never really ended well for her.
But she didn't want it to end, she realised, and that thought was enough for her to finally register what was going to happen, come morning. She was going to forget, but she couldn't barely even remember a time before all of this, before she spent her days hunting down the perfect matches for imperfect people, before she met Ino again and a social life became more than just a word those snooty little bitches in college used. It had become her life. And she was going to forget it all.
She began blinking furiously to stop herself from crying. She had managed to stop herself from crying all this time she could hold off after all it was just a few more hours, right? But it was just a few hours, it was just a few of the most awesome hours of her life and not to be repetitive or anything but she was going to forget it all.
"Are you alright?" Itachi asked, voice tinged with worry.
She didn't know if it was the tears blurring her sight or just light-headedness from lack of sleep but in that moment he looked so gorgeous. A few strands escaped the low ponytail that was customary and had his jaw always been that defined?
"Come on maybe getting some sugar into you will cheer you up." He smiled and life suddenly seemed good.
It was the kind of thing that might have made her go 'He understands me!' in a smitten tone. And had she been someone else and maybe if the looming thought of losing him the very next morning wasn't making the rounds in her head, she might have. But right now she would settle for smiling back at him and letting him lead her away.
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He was right. Getting some sugar into her really did cheer her up. It also made her determined. Why should she lose her memories just because the Gods were insecure? Didn't she have some rights? What gave them the authority to take away what was rightfully hers to have for all eternity? Her memories were her own thank you very much and she was going to fight for them!
That's right, Cupid was going down.
On another note these waffles are fabulous!
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This was the penultimate chapter woohoo! I'm sorry for not updating but I really can't write emotional scenes. They require me to be serious for far too long and that is something I have yet to achieve.
P.S. Could you all do me a tiny favour and review? Pwetty pwease with a cherry on top?