Date: 5/11/13
Rating: T
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Sasuke and Naruto fight over who Sakura likes more.
"Dobe, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"Really," Naruto said flatly, "What about you? It's obvious that I'm that one who likes Sakura-chan more. Who's the one who's always telling her how strong and cute she is? Or the one who actually carries on a conversation that lasts more than two seconds?" He placed his forefinger on his chin mockingly. "Oh, that's right. Me."
Sasuke scoffed. "Tch, whatever. My actions speak for themselves."
Pause. Naruto burst into a fit of laugher, ceasing only when Sasuke punched him. "Yeah, because grunting and scowling at anything that moves definitely translates to 'Why, of course, Sakura-chan, I do like you.' How could she ever think otherwise?" Naruto said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, teme, you're dumber than you look."
Sasuke looked away and clicked his tongue. So the dobe had a point. And maybe Sasuke wasn't as verbal as Naruto with his affections—or with anything, really—but that didn't mean anything. He glared. "Fine. But even it seems like you like her more, it's pointless if she doesn't like you back. And it's rather obvious which one of us Sakura likes more." Me.
Eye roll. "You sure about that? Because while you were gone doing who knows what and going bat-shit crazy, Sakura-chan and I got pretty close," Naruto wagged his eyebrows mischievously, "if you know what I mean."
He found that hard to believe. Sasuke made a face. "Oh, really?" Naruto nodded. "Have you kissed her?"
Naruto raised his forefinger and opened his mouth to retort but shrunk back. He had nothing. "Well, no, but—Okay, so we haven't gotten that close, but that doesn't mean we never will. Besides, Sakura-chan said herself that she'd consider going on a date with me; that's practically a guarantee!"
"Pity dates count, dobe."
"P-pity date?!" Naruto said incredulously. He huffed; Sasuke really had some nerve. "You know what? Fine. When Sakura-chan gets here we'll ask her which one of us she likes better. But don't come crying to me when she proves you wrong." Naruto stuck his nose in the air, standing up from the bench to scan the crowd, eager for Sakura's arrival. And after a few minutes he finally saw the flash of pink he was searching for. "Oh look, there she is now. Hey! Sa—kura-chan?"
Sasuke looked up, wondering what was wrong with the dobe when he saw her. But she wasn't alone. There was someone else walking with her, talking with her, flirting with her. Sasuke scowled—okay, maybe he did scowl at everything that moved. But this guy even had the nerve to hold Sakura's bag for her like some Prince Charming or something. And that was not okay.
But before Naruto and Sasuke could say anything to each other Sakura ran up to them, apologizing for being late because she was stopped by what's-his-face over here. She said something about him going on about how much he admired her medical abilities, asking if she could show him any basic techniques. And Sakura, being the person she was, agreed without question and invited him to lunch—because she was sure that "Sasuke-kun and Naruto-kun wouldn't mind at all!"
Now both of them were scowling.
"Who the hell is that?" Naruto finally asked as Sakura and what's-his-name led the way to the restaurant.
Sasuke shrugged. "No idea."
"Yeah, well, I don't like him." Naruto grumbled, and even though he didn't say anything, Naruto could tell what Sasuke was thinking. Sakura didn't seem to notice, but they knew what that guy's intentions were. And they'd be damned if they didn't do anything about it. Naruto stopped and looked at Sasuke, extending his hand in a truce. "I think our argument will have to wait. So agree to disagree?"
Sasuke stared at Naruto and then at his hand, hesitant, until he heard Sakura's laugh. They shook. "Yeah."