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Substance Therapy
II
Green
Days had passed, sun and the moon had come and gone, and still Sasuke Uchiha's words could still be heard in her ears. Those eyes of his captivating her mind and pulling her into a world she though she was unreal.
Something was off about him.
He was empty, just like her, and she really really liked that.
But, she digressed. She'd look for him at the club when she would go next.
She came here way too often. If her mother saw her this way, she would be devastated. But that is alright, Sakura could live with her self no problem. This is the grave she has dug herself, and she would happily lay in it.
Sakura had become a heavy drinker after studying under the great Tsunade. Sakura had climbed the Hospital tower almost as soon as she had graduated college. Sakura had graduated top of her class, taken boxing, and still had the time to develop this publicly shamed habit.
She would always go out for a drink, or two...or seven.
She would never say she was a addict, because she was not. She found warmth in the bottle, she found love in the warm liquids she would chase down with whatever cheap soda she could find.
She always found herself in this chair, forever her heavenly throne. She would text Ino, just to see when the next party was, to check in. Ino always had it easy, rich parents, that were there, and a pretty face. Granted, Sakura knew she was beautiful, but to herself she could not see it that way.
The bumping music stirred her in ways that drive her to action before thought.
She would take another shot, Satoshi always knew how she liked it. Swirling her finger around her glass, emerald eyes rolling to the dance floor.
Finally getting bored of shots, she slides to the dance floor.
Swaying her hips back and forth, she is dancing against a man she had never seen in her life, just how she likes it. Her world starts to blur out, now she is sitting at her favorite level. Feeling light on her feet and as bouncy as ever, she could feel the tip of her just now long enough ponytail brushing against her neck with ever shake and turn.
"Would you care for another?" Her tall partner asked.
She nods in response. When was too much ever enough? After being handed a shot of vodka, its gone in an instant. It slides smooth straight to the pit of her stomach leaving a fiery trail behind.
This kick starts her dancing again. Shes all over.
A hand is on her shoulder.
Like a vixen, an instant 180. Face to face with the perpetrator. How dumb of a man he must be to think he should ruin her dance.
Glaring up at the fool, a gasp quickly flooding from her mouth. Her pink lips forming a subtle pout.
He stood there like a god, a smirk on his face.
"Sasuke," she mutters an acknowledgement.
The music is still pounding, her heart matching the beat.
He looks different this time. He was not wearing dark jeans and a polo like the time before. Today, he is in a button down shirt allowing for a small view of a tattoo on his chest. He does not smell his previous musky smell, he smells faintly of smoke and illegal substances.
She looks up to see his eyes, blood shot.
She'd be god damned.
He looks at her in the same light, admiring her short mini skirt in comparison to the pleated knee length blue one she wore weeks ago. Her white v-neck tucked into her skirt, fitting her form and showing her curves. How could he forget the tattoo of a Aries ram on the back of her neck, hiding just beyond her cotton candy strands.
They are face to face in her sanctuary, she wants to know him.
She breathes him in, his scent smells of self sabotage.
He nods in acknowledgement of her and awaits patiently for her next move.
She feels over encumbered by his presence, she hasn't been this close to a man in years. She is beginning to tighten up. She slowly starts to move her head back and forth to the beat. She starts to fade back into her world, forgetting he is there. Little does she notice the smirk growing on his face. She is already starting to learn that the man does not know how to smile.
"Come with me."
"You know Mr. Uchiha, I don't believe that police officers should be seen under the influence."
She smirks at him.
"And Ms. Haruno, it isn't good to see the top doctor in Konoha drunk and grinding on civilians."
Her pastel brows furrowed.
She begins to walk away with a sad smile on her face. This conversation was about his problem, not hers. He grabs her arm before she is 3 steps away. They were both not in the right mind for this. She's being unfair.
"Please. I just want to talk."
"Don't patronize me Office Uchiha. I am not someone you want to mess with." His smirk in response was not what her patience could handle.
Within the blink of an eye, she slaps him. Sasuke catches her hand. "I'm not dealing with you Mr. Uchiha, I was wrong about you. Have a wonderful night." Sakura walks back up to the bar, never looking behind her.
Satoshi then walks to her side of the bar.
"Darling, frowns will cause you wrinkles," Satoshi chuckles and Sakura does not budge.
"Satoshi," Sakura is genuinely bothered by the situation. "I think i am going to head home." She looks down and orders one more before she pulls out her wallet to pay the tab, her level rising back to the haze she enjoys more then breathing.
She feels a tap on the shoulder. Turning back slowly, she feels a soft kiss to the lips.
Her eyes widen.
Sasuke was bent over, his coat over his shoulder, kissing her. He then pulled away, examining her blushing cheeks.
"Good night Ms. Haruno." Sasuke walks away, barely catching her whisper,
"Good night Mr. Uchiha."
End II.