Date: 6/7/13
Rating: T
Genre: AU, Cute, Humor, Romance
Prompt: AU - Sasuke is trying to get into medical school so Itachi asks one of his friends to tutor him (Sakura) who he quickly falls for.
***Note: Sakura is older, so no -kun
Itachi was giving him that look again. Sasuke huffed. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the stress of the upcoming entrance exam, and he'd appreciate it if Itachi didn't add himself and his "I'm older than you, so I think I know what's best for you" lectures to that mixture.
Sasuke sighed, tired of his older brother's condescending stares. "I told you already, Itachi," he said, "I don't need a tutor."
However, Itachi waved him off and stood up from his chair. "Stop being stubborn. Sakura graduated at the top of her class and got a perfect score on the same exam you'll be taking in a month." He walked over to Sasuke and poked him on the forehead, a habit he could never outgrow no matter how old they were. He grinned. "She could really help you."
Sasuke swatted his brother's hand away and rubbed his forehead, unamused. "Itachi—"
The doorbell rang. Itachi straightened and glanced at his watch. "And that's her right now."
"You're kidding," Sasuke said in disbelief, "Itachi!"
But Itachi merely shook his head, chuckling as he made his way upstairs. The doorbell rang again. He stopped and looked over the banister. "You better answer it, foolish brother," he said, crossing his arms, "Or I'll tell her where we keep the spare key."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, ignoring Itachi's taunts, and walked to the front door, left with no other choice. He could already see her silhouette on the other side of the door. However, he noticed there was a tint of pink, and Sasuke couldn't help but wonder what it was. A hat? A hood? But when he finally answered the door, Sasuke had to stop himself from snorting. It was her hair. Her hair was actually pink. He rolled his eyes She, he thought to himself as he continued to scrutinize her, was the tutor Itachi was raving about?
However, she didn't seem to notice Sasuke's dismay and held out her hand as she said brightly, "Hi! I'm—
"I know who you are."
Sakura made a face and lowered her hand, but she didn't seem offended. In fact, it almost seemed like she expected it. "So you must be Sasuke," she said as he invited her, half-heartedly, inside, "Itachi's told me so much about you." Sakura noticed Sasuke tense, causing her to chuckle and him to glare. But she didn't mind. "Anyway," she continued, taking a seat at the table, "where do you want to start?"
"I don't need your help, you know," Sasuke said, ignoring her question as leaned on the doorframe in an attempt to size her up. "This was all Itachi's idea."
Sakura raised an eyebrow, unfazed. She crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. "Yes, I'm quite aware of the fact," she said, a smirk beginning to form on her lips. "But did he also tell you that you're the one who's paying me?" Sasuke's eyes widened, enough to answer her question. She laughed. "I take that as a 'no' then?" However, Sasuke remained silent, glowering as she made herself comfortable. She shrugged and glanced at her fingernails. "So we can sit here and do nothing as much as you want, but it's your money and—"
"Fine."
-xx-
"See that wasn't so bad," Sakura said as she put on her shoes and stood up, "So I'll see you next week, same time?"
"Hn."
She rolled her eyes, ruffling Sasuke's hair—because she knew he'd hate it—before stepping outside. "You're so lucky there isn't an interview portion. See you later, Sasuke!"
Once Sasuke closed the door, he plopped himself on his couch and stared at the ceiling, releasing a sigh. The past two hours were, in a word, interesting. He didn't know what to make of this Sakura Haruno girl and her pink hair; hair that she claimed was natural. He scoffed. Right.
Though, he had to admit, she was an interesting one. She definitely knew what she was talking about, her intelligence on par with, if not more than, his. But she was annoying—with her quick temper, and her indifference to his surly attitude, and her laugh whenever he said something that amused her, and her eyes that lit up when he asked her what she wanted to do after medical school, and her pink hair that oddly complemented her features. Sasuke couldn't stand her. Sasuke couldn't believe Itachi put him up to this. Sasuke couldn't—
He sat up.
He couldn't wait until next week.
"Sasuke?" he heard Sakura answer after the third ring, "Did I leave something—?"
"I can't do next week. How about tomorrow?"