Sakura
Sakura stared at the amusing picture of Kabuto Yakushi's face all covered in dumplings. It was beautiful and she herself had been the cause of it. There was a small moment where she sensed revenge and ducked so that the first dumpling to come flying her way hit the wall instead.
"Ha, missed. Maybe you need better glasses, four eyes." she taunted, but then another hit her in the face, one fell down her shirt, and it was still fairly warm, and the others just adorned her clothing.
Wiping her face off again and fishing out the one that had fallen in her shirt, she set it down and noticed where the young man's eyes were. Of course, she knew it wasn't perverted or anything, but it was still strange and she flicked his forehead with a bit of a suppressed giggle.
"My eyes are up here, you know." She was teasing him and it was fun, odd, but fun.
Something about this is so wrong, and yet, I don't care...I don't think he does either...He started it anyway..I simply retaliated... It didn't matter that Kabuto's glasses had once again caught the light above them. Sakura could still practically feel his amusement. It was the same as earlier when she could almost swore she heard his thoughts. The amusement was not to last, however. This is really...starting to get weird... she thought, again wiping at her face and preparing to dodge anything else that was thrown at her in case the time came. Oh, right! The pink haired woman picked up the last dumpling, chucking it at the door as if in some sort of symbolism of her hatred for it. Much to her surprise, embarrassment, and soon regret, in walked him..
Sasuke
As soon as Sakura had thrown the dumpling that had been in her shirt a moment ago, in walked Sasuke Uchiha. He already looked irritated, but getting a dumpling to the face seemed to stop him from saying what he had opened his mouth to say. There was a very awkward silence as the dark haired Uchiha looked from his childhood friend to his sort of 'rival'. Both of them were covered in mushy dumplings, and oh did it look pathetic.
"Sakura...you're a mess..." he stated simply, wiping his face without the slightest hint of emotion, good nor bad. He threw what looked like a towel at her, only smaller. "Wipe off your face." he commanded. "You look pathetic..Such behavior is very unbecoming.." Glancing over to his true target, however, he couldn't suppress his knowing smirk.
"Kabuto. Getting a little too comfortable with 'your' prisoner, ne? Keep it up and Orochimaru will surely hand her over to someone more capable..." Sasuke's blood red sharingan bored into Kabuto's onyx eyes, trying to find traces of just what was so amusing, and it better not have been that he himself had gotten nailed in the face when he walked in the door. She looks ridiculous...They both do...Hmph...Pathetic... "Just what was going on in here anyway...Not that I care, but if I'm going to use this against Kabuto, I need a reason..I'll be back to speak with you later, Sakura chan.." With that, the Uchiha walked back out, shutting the door, and letting his anger show on his face once no one was around. If she ever throws one of those things at me again, I'll break both of her arms...and maybe her legs... And then he headed off to the waterfall to clean his face up.
Sakura
[ Of course I had to throw one last one, but how was I supposed to know that Sasuke kun would walk in the door the second I decided to throw it? It was stupid, bad timing on my part. As much as I hated to admit it at the time, I would rather spend every waking moment with Kabuto than with Sasuke kun. I knew what he was doing. I knew what he wanted. I would be damned if suddenly Sasuke kun had complete control over me. Still, it was one of the first times that I saw the side of Kabuto I never thought I'd see. I began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, parts of that boy I'd met in Konoha at the Chuunin Exams had been real. ].
Naruto
"Dattebayo!" Naruto growled as he again tried with no luck to escape his teacher's wooden prison. "Let me out!" he commanded, slamming against the bars while Yamato and Kakashi laid off to the side. Kakashi was propped up reading his book while Yamato was just doing his best to hold up the jutsu. It was then that a messenger came in, rather panicked looking. "Naruto, where is Naruto Uzumaki?" he asked, panting like he'd been running for quite a ways. "Calm down, he's right here. What is it?" "There's a message for him.." The unknown leaf nin repeated what he'd been told by the Sound nin and Naruto exploded in a rage.
"WHAAAAT?! I TOLD YOU THAT SAKURA CHAN WAS IN TROUBLE!" The blond finally managed to snap the wooden bars, much to the surprise of everyone in the room. "I have to go. I have to help Sakura chan..." "Naruto, let's be rational about this..." Yamato began, only to get a glare from the angry jinchuriki. "Kakashi sensei, you have to let me go...She'll die if I don't..." Kakashi knew something was up, but also knew he couldn't stop Naruto. He'd decided that he would let the boy go, but he himself would tail him and stay just far enough away in case Naruto needed backup. "Alright.." was his only answer and before he had even finished his sentence, Naruto was out the door, sprinting towards the gate. "I'm coming, Sakura chan!".
Kabuto
He continued to chuckling, trying to stop his laughter, when all of a sudden he was flicked in the head. She was giggling, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. Strangely, he wasn't angry like he should have been. Every other time she laughed at him, he had always retaliated harshly. This time, however, he simply rubbed his forehead.
"My eyes are up here, you know."
A hint of a smirk appeared. "Calm down, it isn't as if you have much to look at anyways" he joked. Although it sounded rather mean and insulting, truth be told it was the closest thing to teasing he had ever done. Besides, it was a lie. Not that he paid attention to things like that, of course.
He watched her carefully as she picked up the last dumpling, ready to dodge it. However, she didn't throw it at him. She threw it at the door, perhaps to simply get rid of it or to try and anger him for ruining his last dumpling. He assumed the latter. However..she didn't exactly hit her target. What she hit was so, so much better. Maybe she didn't think so, but oh, he did. The look on that annoying Uchiha brat, his mouth half open as he was about to speak and the last dumpling smeared on his face..oh, that was priceless. His smirk grew tenfold, and he was lucky to have an almost photographic sort of memory. This imagine would never leave his mind. And then, of course, he remembered the situation he and Sakura were in. They were covered in dumplings and were acting foolish.
What a time for him to stop by, the one moment I left myself vulnerable. I should have been more careful. What has gotten into me?
His eyes narrowed, an annoyed frown replacing his smirk. He was insulting her, and that irked him. She was his and that was his job. And then he had the audacity to insult him. "Kabuto. Getting a little too comfortable with 'your' prisoner, ne? Keep it up and Orochimaru will surely hand her over to someone more capable..."
He jumped up from her bed, his eyes narrowed and pure anger radiating off of him. He stepped closer, so close that their bodies were inches away. However, he did not look directly into his eyes like he wanted to. He knew what those sharingan could do. It was the only thing that gave the Uchiha and edge. But oh, he wanted to. He didn't often get truly enraged, usually he could counter anything with a cool head. But right now, he was furious. How dare he!?
"She. Is. Mine. She will always be mine. Orochimaru sama would never hand her off to the likes of you" he hissed. He then took a small breath. "Quite frankly, what we were doing doesn't concern you. She was put under my watch, not yours. Now get out."
He watched as the boy finally left, but he didn't move from his place even after the door was slammed shut in front of him. He closed his eyes, calming his breath. What was wrong with him? He never liked Sasuke, but he also never let his rage control him so much. This was bad. He needed to go back to the cool, in control Kabuto. He was beginning to get weak. He wasn't about to let the boy win, but if he continued to let his anger control him, he was going to lose the game.
{And that, Sakura, is why I had to stop being 'fun'. You were my prisoner, not my acquaintance. Not some girl who managed to make me laugh. I was determined to never let this happen again. You were nothing to me, nothing more than a prisoner.}