Screwed Up World, A SasuSaku Fanfic.
Rated T.
KiiroIka
Summary:
In a world where Sasuke wasn't cool and cold, where Sakura was the stoic Ice Queen, Naruto and Hinata the richest, most popular power couple in the school and where Ino and Karin are actually the nice, timid girls in the scene, how do things turn out?
I do not own Naruto.
Chapter 9: A… Date?
It was Friday. Four days after the fanboy incident. Thankfully, nothing big happened after that.
"Oi, Sasuke." Sakura was jogging towards me.
"Yes?" I asked, getting off my bike and parking it.
"You free tonight? After school and all?" She asked, her face still as emotionless as ever.
"Yeah, why?" I smiled. I was growing closer and closer to Sakura, and it made me happy.
"Your house, 5 PM onwards." She smirked. I blushed as I realized that she was asking me out.
"Wha-? Huh? Uhhh…" I stuttered. "B-but your mom…"
"I told her we'd be doing a major project and that we'd be finishing it there in your house." She stated. I blushed harder.
'She lied… To her mom.'
To hang out with a loser like you. Wow.
'Fuck you.'
"I, uh, ahh…" Those were the only things that left my mouth. I stared at her, and she smirked.
"It's a date, Uchiha." She winked, and I could've sworn that I died right there. "Don't forget." And she left me there, gaping and blushing at nothing.
As soon as school ended, I biked my way home as fast as I could, grinning like a maniac.
Then, on the way home (just barely dodging a car that almost hit me and threw me off my bike), I realized something.
I really was crushing on Sakura Haruno.
Wow, took you forever to catch on.
'Shut the fuck up, no one asked you.'
Love you too, Sauce-ke.
As soon as I arrived home, I told mom that I'd help her bake the cupcakes. And that I would run back to the market to buy a few stuff to snack on.
"Ne, otoutou, why the rush?" Itachi asked as I dumped the plastic of snacks on the kitchen counter.
"Date… Sakura… Five PM…" I said in between pants.
"Oh, you mean in ten minutes from now?" Itachi smiled as he pointed to the clock.
"SHIT!" I cursed as I ran towards my bathroom.
"Sasuke! No cussing in the house!" I heard mom say.
"Sorry mommy love you!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut. I showered as fast as I can (screw cold water) and put on a pair of checkered shorts and a red, V-neck shirt. I grabbed my blow dried (yes, don't ask) and ruffled my hair a bit. I looked at the clock.
4:58 PM.
I sighed. Two minutes. I sat on my bed and jumped when the doorbell rang.
"Su-chan, Sakura-chan's here!" I heard mom call. She's two minutes early.
"C-coming!" I said as I stumbled out of my bed, putting on my black flip flops. I ran downstairs, and tripped, only to be caught by Itachi.
"My, my, someone sure is excited today." Itachi chuckled. I pouted and glared at him. Sakura and my mom stood beside us. Sakura was smirking and mom was grinning.
"Sorry, Haruno-san, my otoutou always gets like this whenever he goes on a date." Itachi smiled and winked at me. I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out like a kid. He ruffled my hair and chuckled. "That's why I told my parents not to get a house that has stairs."
"Looks like I should have followed your advice." My mom giggled.
"My apologies, I haven't introduced myself." Itachi held Sakura's hand and kissed it. "I am Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's older brother." I glared at Itachi. Why does he have to act that way?
"S-S-Sakura Haruno. A pleasure to meet you, Itachi-san." I looked at Sakura and she was…
She was flustered! All because of that damned older brother of mine.
"Ah, such a pretty name." He smiled. Sakura blushed. "Suits you."
"Th-thank you." She bowed. I pouted and glared at Itachi.
"Thank you for watching over my little bro while he was in the clinic." He added. A glint in his eyes told me that he was doing this on purpose.
"N-no problem!" She waved her hand around and laughed nervously. "The least I could do."
Damn Itachi! I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. I crossed my arms and pouted even more.
"Now, I should get going. I don't want my little brother to get more jealous than he already is." He grinned. I glared at him.
"Ta-chan, stop teasing your brother." Mom giggled and pushed him aside. Sakura looked at me slyly.
"Jealous?" She smirked.
"Tch. Let's go." I pouted and blushed and headed upstairs.
"You look cute when you pout." Sakura chuckled. I only blushed and shut the door behind us.
"Doesn't matter." I pouted even more. It's a weird habit of mine.
Old habits die hard, ne?
"Hey, Sasuke." She said, her voice suddenly soft. I looked at her, only to see her fidgeting and biting her lip.
'She is so damn cute!'
"I…" She opened her mouth. A blush crawled up to taint her cheeks. "I'm sorry for yelling at you back at the clinic… And…"
I walked to stand in front of her. Emerald eyes bore directly into my black ones.
"Thank you."
I chuckled and smiled. Her head tilted, not really getting what's happening.
"You are so cute when you're shy." I laugh. She pouted. "That. That, too, is really cute."
"H-hey!" She hit my arm. "So, apology accepted?"
"I never did get mad at you." I chuckled. I leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Wha-wha-what?" She stuttered. I laughed at her. Her face was as red as a tomato. I patted her head and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Well, let's get to work, shall we?" I said, happy about my newfound confidence.
-x-
"Well, playing guitar isn't as hard as I thought it would be." She said as she placed my guitar on the side. I placed the one I was holding beside hers. It's been an hour and thirty minutes since she arrived, and she already learned one song.
"Music seems to be in your blood." I said, taking a seat beside her on my bed. I ripped open a pack of Sour Cream and Onion Ruffles and took a piece of the baked potato into my mouth. "You are really, really good at it."
"My mom played the piano. And she sang." She frowned.
"Oh really?" It didn't make sense. "Then why isn't she allowing you to, like, pursue your musical abilities right now?"
"She died." Her voice cracked.
"Sakura, I'm so sorry…"
"Right now I'm living with my stepmom and stepsister. It's amazing, you know, how she could be so strict and disciplined yet only want my dad for the money we earn at the same time. It's infuriating." Sakura grit her teeth and munched on her Ruffles.
"Sakura, I—"
"I was five when mom died. She had cancer. It was a totally rough year for me, not to mention my dad. We were so sad that day…" Sakura bit back her tears. "I was seven when dad found my stepmom. A year after, they got married, than they gave birth to my stepsister. My mom was kind to me for a while, but ever since dad was assigned to work in Suna, he left us, she started to be a bitch. She always told me to work and work and work, and study, and nothing else. Yes, I was already modeling that time.
"And when my stepsister started school, she was an overachiever, like me. But stepmom love her more. She always spoiled my stepsister, and left me behind. Apparently, dad favored her, too. And during the times I'd do stuff not related to my work and school, and my dad was home, she'd scold me, and my dad would side with her. Right now, though, he's barely home. Only during stepmom's and stepsister's birthdays—never mine—and during the Holidays. That's it.
"Every night I used to cry myself to sleep, calling out to my mom. Sometimes I'd cry on why dad changed. Sometimes I'd cry on why he married such a selfish woman. Sometimes I'd cry on why mom had to die. But one night, I decided that crying was not going to help me. As soon as I hit the age of twelve, I shoved all emotions down the drain, and decided that being cold and distant was a way to vent out the cold, cruel-heartedness I've been feeling in a place which I long stopped calling home. My heart and home is where my friends were.
"Which is why I was so mean to you when we first met. I thought you were just some fucked-up asshole, trying to ruin my home. I guess I was wrong."
Sakura was already crying, staring at the uneaten piece of potato she held between her fingers. I was shocked, really. Who knew Sakura had a shitload of problems on her shoulder? Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around her.
"Come on, you can cry. It's okay." I said, stroking her pink locks and getting lost in its fruity scent. She finally sobbed and cried her heart out. Her chokes and groans were the only thing that we heard. Her tears were wetting my shirt.
"Hey, we're past that." I placed a hand on her shoulder after she pushed away and flashed her a smile. "I'm here, and you can rant to me whenever you want. I'm your friend." I flinched at the use of the word 'friend.' I wanted it to be something more, but this wasn't about me. It was about Sakura.
"Thanks, Sasuke. You know, I bet if we met earlier, you'd be my best friend by now." She wiped away her tears and ate her Ruffles.
"I feel the same way, Sakura." I smiled. "But we can start working on that right now."
"Definitely." She smirked. I realized that I love seeing her smirk.
We stayed quiet for a while as we ate our chips. We wiped our hands and I decided to set up my Mac.
"So," she asked. I turned to look at her. "Were you jealous of Itachi-san and I a while ago?" She smirked evilly. I rolled my eyes.
"Jealous my ass, Haruno." I pouted. She laughed. A real laugh. A happy, hearty laugh.
I was instantly [more] in love with her.
"Seriously, you fell from the stairs?" She said in between her laughter. She clutched her stomach and fell on the bed. "Y-you were so cute when you were mad, pouting and crossing your arms like that."
I blushed.
"Shut up, Haruno."
"Whatever, Ass-ke."
"Sucker-a."
"Sas-gay."
"…"
Okay, I ran out.
"Hah, loser."
"Su-chan! Sakura-chan! Dinner's ready!" Mom called from downstairs. I looked at her and smiled.
"Let's go! Dinner awaits!" I grinned. Mom's the best. Cook. Ever.
Dinner was full of laughs, and of course, introductions and a little business talk. Mom and Sakura got along like two peas in a pod. While the two were laughing, Itachi whispered to me.
"You know, by the looks of it, mom wants Sakura-chan to be her daughter-in-law." He grinned. I blushed furiously, almost choking on the crab stick I was eating. Itachi noticed this. "Of course, there are two of us…"
"Shut up!" I pouted. After dinner, Sakura and I volunteered to help mom with the dishes. She left us alone, pushing Itachi out of the kitchen with her.
"I love your mom." Sakura laughed. "She's a great cook. She's great company."
"Yeah…" I replied. "I'm a certified momma's boy."
"Aww, of course you are, Su-chan!" She said in a dreamy, cute, mocking voice.
Oh, damn that was sexy.
'You are such a pervert.'
Imagine her moaning: "Sasuke-kuuuuun" over and over and over again!
Of course, I imagined it and blushed immediately.
'You are such a perverted bastard!'
Insulting yourself, eh, Sasu-cakes?
"Damn it." I muttered. Of course Sakura was sexy. She was sex on legs! A sex goddess.
Well, physically, duh.
'No, no, no! No bad thoughts! No. Bad. Thoughts.' I gritted my teeth and sighed.
"Hey, everything okay, Sasuke?" She asked, her green eyes just oozing with curiosity.
"Yeah." I said. "You just sounded stupid, that's all." I laughed.
"Why? I want to call you Su-chan." She smiled innocently. "It's such a cute nickname!"
"But that's what my mom calls me!" I said in an exasperated manner. I flailed my arms, accidentally splashing soap bubbles on her face.
"Grr… Sasuke…" She growled.
Oh, how hot!
She stepped loser to me and smeared my face with soap. She pushed a bit too hard, and, so we wouldn't fall, I leaned on the sink, earning me soap bubbles on my butt.
Her body was pressed onto mine, a childish grin plastered on her face, both soapy, slippery hands on my cheek.
"Ehh! This is way more than what I did to you!" I whined. She didn't change her position. She only smirked.
"Suke." She said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"I'll call you Suke." She grinned evilly.
"What am I, some pet?" I laughed.
"Choose: Suke, or Su-chan." She playfully stuck her tongue out.
"Ugh, fine, fine. Whatever…" I smirked. "Kura."
"Deal then." She got off me and we finished washing the dishes. Afterwards, her mother texted that she would already be fetched.
We stood outside, waiting for her Porsche to pick her up again.
"Well, I had fun with you, Ass-ke." She smirked. "I gotta hand it to ya—you aren't as boring and lame as I thought you were."
"And you weren't as mean as I thought you would be, Haruno." I smirked back, not being able to think of a perfect annoying name for her. "You're a really great gal."
"Of course I am." She smirked once more.
Silence enveloped us once more. Why was her car taking so long? Well, I didn't want her to go yet, anyways.
"Kura." I said.
"Hm?" Her head turned to me. I took in the beautiful sight of her face… She looked like she was glowing under the moonlight. Her pink locks were slightly tinted with violet and blue—effects of the moon. Her green eyes showed content. Her pink eyebrows were raised. Her pink lips forming a small, cute pout.
"Let's hang out again next time." I laughed nervously, technically asking her out for another date. She smiled.
Oh, wow.
'Beautiful.'
My eyes stayed focused on her smiling lips as she spoke.
"All right, Su-chan." She giggled.
"What?" I blushed.
"I change my mind. I want to call you Su-chan." She poked my cheek.
"Sakura!" I cried. "A deal's a deal!"
"Not in my world." She winked. "Su-chan. I like Su-chan."
Did she just say she liked us?
'No. That's just the name.'
I blushed when I realized what she said. She laughed, and I found my eyes staring at those delicious pink lips once more.
Sakura looked around for a while, then looked at me. And she did something that I never expected her, or anyone, to do.
She kissed me.
She fucking kissed me. Right beside my lips.
"Whaaa—" Was all I could say. How lame.
"Oh come on, you kissed me on the forehead!" She pouted, he cheeks turning baby pink, her eyes fiinding interest on the grass below her.
"B-b-but…"
My blush intensified tenfold when she smirked triumphantly. Then her car arrived.
"Hey, Su-chan, thanks. Nights." She waved as she went in the car. I waved back, still in a daze. Then she rolled down her window. "Stop gaping there like an idiot, go inside." She chuckled, and her Porsche drove away.
I stood there for a few minutes, my right hand placed on the spot where she kissed me.
"She… She kissed me."
Well no shit, Sherlock. She did!
"Duh." Was all I said. I walked back to the house in a dazed manner. On the way to my room, I passed by Itachi, who had a smug look on his face.
"Snagged a kiss, otoutou?" He grinned sheepishly.
"Fuck you." I managed to say as I flipped him a finger.
"Uchiha Sasuke, one more curse from you, and I will be shoving soap down you sorry throat!" Mom yelled from her room.
"Sorry mom!" I yelled and walked to my room, grinning like a maniac.
Oh, I was a happy, happy, happy boy.
WOO-HEEEEEE, THE DATE!
There. This is one of my fave scenes/chappies EVAH.
And forgive me for the time skips. It's really like that. That's how the story played out in my mind *hehehe*
Anyway, thank you for reading!
KiiroIka