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track 55.
"Uchiha Sasuke. If you're not going to properly practice, then I suggest you head back first and we re-schedule for another day." Neji warned as he noticed the dazed playing of their guitarist. "Sakura isn't the reason you make music."
True. Sasuke thought. She hadn't been his reason to make music. Nor did he want her to be. But ever since their whole relationship began, his inspiration had been her. Always. However, he wasn't about to tell their leader that, not when his band mates had so easily picked up on his reason for not focusing. It was embarrassing enough that he was bothered over such a small thing, but it was worse that he was being scolded over it.
"Let's continue. I just want to finish the chorus today."
Shikamaru came to his defense while he misdirected Neji's temper towards Kiba's drumbeat. The sudden strictness tended to happen when things weren't going well with Tenten. They all knew that their resident university student had a soft spot for his childhood friend, but none of them were stupidly brave enough to bring it up when this spout of anger had so suddenly spiked.
Rolling his eyes with his head turned down to look at the fretboard, Sasuke held his tongue in case he came up with a witty remark that would inarguably gain him an unwanted quarrel.
Can't it be me that you don't forget?
Let it be me that retains a piece of your heart
Like the day you said 'I love you'
Like the night I walked you home to wait for morning to come again
Naruto's soft vocals flowed across the ballad notes and piano keys, the repeated chorus ending the song - and the day's practice with it.
Walking home, Sasuke wondered what Sakura was doing. Was she studying? Was she eating at the family restaurant like he urged her to after quitting cup ramen? Or was she hanging out with someone he didn't know?
It bothered him enough that he had already dialled her number before he even realized that his phone was tightly gripped in his hand, the screen mockingly bright on the dim lit road. Reaching the door before his call was answered, he cut the dial-tone sort when it looked like she wasn't going to pick up.
The bell rang twice before the door opened and his mother ushered him through the door, as welcoming as ever. "Welcome back, Sasuke-chan! Dinner will be served soon." Her expression betrayed none of the excitement she felt. "Go take a shower and change out of your uniform already."
His mother's nagging was nothing new, but his mood was still sore due to Neji's stupid temper. Sighing, the youngest Uchiha sniffed the air nervously as his nose picked up the familiar scent of his mother's miso salmon. "Are you sure you should be at the door instead of watching the fire, kaa-san? You know how easily miso burns."
She only continued to treat him like a child, taming his wild hair and taking care of the coat abandoned by the nearest chair and chiding him to wear his slippers and take off his socks. "It'll be alright, Sakura-chan is taking care of everything in the kitchen for me."
Several things ran through Sasuke's mind at once. Like the blur of memories that he thought only happened in movies. The type that merged smells (was that something burning?) and colours (pink, pink, and more pink). Blended choices and scenarios and thoughts ran around his mind.
You let Sakura in while I wasn't home? Sakura is cooking with you? Why is Sakura here at my house? Is this why she left without me?
But the singular thought that stood out was –
"You trust Sakura in the kitchen?" He grimaced, reminded of the chiffon cake incident. His mother stifled a laugh while a shout of 'How rude!' resounded through the ground floor, originating from the kitchen.
Mikoto jokingly hit her son on his arm as he tread upstairs to change, effectively escaping the wrath of Sakura as she walked out of their kitchen, fry pan in hand and fire in her eyes.