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chronolith is writing Sakiness for me. SakuSaki/sasu, which will eventually end in Team Seven lovin -- POST-TIMESKIP.
Liek. whoa.
And I love it because it has sexy angry!Sakura and clumsywithfeelings!Sasuke, and her LJ is friends only, so I am reposting so you people can read it. It's only the beginning for now, but eeee! anyway.
Eventually it will be smutty. 9_9;;;
It was a boy's desk cluttered with a girl's things. Delicate, fragile things that had no real purpose in a shinobi's life unless there was a mission that called for it--her mouth twists with memories quickly shoved aside, they all do what needs to be done--frivolous little things that she might have had if things had been different. If Sasuke and then Naruto hadn't gone away, if Tsunade had not come, if her new found ambition and desperate desire to protect had never been awoken she might have had these things. She didn't notice that she was turning a small azure bottle of scent over and over in her hands until she was distracted by a small sound at the doorway. Wood creaking, maybe, because Naruto's apartment is old and decrept, but definitely a sound he could have avoided if he wanted to.
He was being ... polite, in that odd way that shinobi occasionally were with another. She put the bottle down and counted to ten. Naruto hated it when they fought. He gave her that wounded look he should have grown out of years ago, but still hasn't. So she counted to ten and promised herself that she would not fight with Sasuke today, even if he started it.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry." She moved to leave, but the expression on Sasuke's face made her pause. It was something stuck between constipation and pain. She paused, waiting for him to spit out whatever it was he was going to say.
"You don't have anything like that." She gave him a hard look which made him not quite flinch. "I just ... wondered why."
Because you used to, and then you changed, and I don't know what to do with you anymore. Was the unspoken statement they both knew he would have said if he was anyone but Uchiha Sasuke, the uncommunicative asshole. She heard it because Naruto told her as much in the middle of lecturing her. Naruto told her that Sasuke didn't know where he belonged in Konoha anymore, now that his brother was dealt with and everyone had changed. Naruto told her that's why he needed to be Saki-chan sometimes. Naruto also told her that she needed Sasuke to be Saki-chan sometimes and that started a whole new fight.
She was quiet so long that Sasuke gave her a look, and it was a new look, a hopeless one that she had only ever seen on Naruto's face. Or maybe Gaara's once, when Temari was gone. Hopeless and lost. Like he didn't know which way was up anymore. Seeing Naruto's expression on Sasuke's face made Sakura pause. Then sigh.
"I didn't have the time," she said as she picked up the bottle of perfume again. "When you ... left," this would not be a guilt-trip; it wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't "and then Naruto left, and I was either training, or at the hospital, or on a mission..." She trailed off. She didn't know how to explain this to him. She wasn't sure she wanted to. She put down the bottle firmly. "I didn't have the time and there wasn't a point to it."
"Ino did."
Sakura sucked in her breath hard. Sasuke eyed her warily. Then she counted to ten. Slowly. In two languages. Naruto said Sasuke did not mean to be an asshole. She knew he did not mean to be an asshole. But sometimes she really wondered if he was so socially miswired as to not understand that comparing two girls who have been fighting with each other--generally over him--was a bad idea.
"I. Am. Not. Ino," she said clearly and slowly to be sure he would understand. Sasuke looked at her. She could see the thoughts turning over in his head, trying to figure out why she was pissed.
She dragged her hands through her hair, making it stick up as is she had stuck a finger in a light socket. Sasuke frowned at her for it. It was was Saki's expression, that little disapproving frown. Saki's expression of 'oh, now look at what you did to your pretty hair, tut-tut.'
It was easier to think of Sasuke as Saki and Sasuke, two completely separate entities, even though she knew they were not. And moments like these reinforced that--which meant that under all of his pissiness, Sasuke liked pretty things. Pretty, simple things that existed just to be pretty, like flowers and satin on girls. Which meant he was sort of like Ino in that he wouldn't really understand why she had put all of that down. Why she had to put all of that down. Because he hadn't been there.
She tried pulled away from that line of thought before it got too bitter. ‘It wasn't fair, said that inner voice, that he could just come back like nothing had happened. It wasn't fair that Naruto had accepted him back without batting an eye.’ Sakura rubbed at her temples. Maybe Naruto was right. She hadn't forgiven Sasuke for not being everything she had wanted him to be. She hadn't yet forgiven him for breaking her happy illusion of what they were, and that wasn't fair either. Sakura couldn't let it go or put it down—all that anger and resentment--but she would try. For Naruto and all the things he had done for her since he came home, she would try.
"Ino doesn't have Tsunade as a teacher," Sakura pointed out. "Ino wasn't training to be a medical nin and a shinobi. She had more time to learn all these things." Sakura picked up one long tube and waved it at Sasuke. "I'm not even sure what this is."
"Mascara," Sasuke replied promptly. "Wrong colour for you, though."
Sakura knew she was giving him a very, very odd look, but couldn't stop herself. It was just so ... weird to hear that out of Uchiha Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke must have taken her odd look to be one of confusion, because he took the mascara tube from her hand, opened it up and showed it too her. "Because of your coloring black would be too extreme. You would need something in a light red or brown maybe."
Sakura knew she was giving him a look like he had grown a second head. "How do you know this stuff?"
Sasuke's expression was one she knew well. It was the 'duh, idiot' expression he used to direct at Naruto way back when they were all still in the academy. "It's not that different from picking out the appropriate camo colours depending on terrain."
"Let me guess, you also know what matches and what doesn't just by looking at it."
He gave her that superior Uchiha look. "Yes."
Sakura couldn't help it. She started laughing. Sasuke sneered at her and then paused. "I could ... teach you," he said deceptively casual, but she knew after living with him again for months, after months of lectures from Naruto, she knows it cost him to offer that. "I could show you how I do it."
That made her breath hitch. Sakura was not so blind to Sasuke's issues that she didn't understand what a gesture of trust that offer was. Sasuke had never let anyone, not even Naruto, see that shift between Sasuke the avenger and Saki-chan. He was offering to let her watch him at his most vulnerable. She smiled at him and meant it, probably for the first time since he returned to Hidden Leaf, "I would like that."
edit: okay, people, she rules, we know. How about real comments now? XD
chronolith is writing Sakiness for me. SakuSaki/sasu, which will eventually end in Team Seven lovin -- POST-TIMESKIP. Liek. whoa.
And I love it because it has sexy angry!Sakura and clumsywithfeelings!Sasuke, and her LJ is friends only, so I am reposting so you people can read it. It's only the beginning for now, but eeee! anyway.
Eventually it will be smutty. 9_9;;;
It was a boy's desk cluttered with a girl's things. Delicate, fragile things that had no real purpose in a shinobi's life unless there was a mission that called for it--her mouth twists with memories quickly shoved aside, they all do what needs to be done--frivolous little things that she might have had if things had been different. If Sasuke and then Naruto hadn't gone away, if Tsunade had not come, if her new found ambition and desperate desire to protect had never been awoken she might have had these things. She didn't notice that she was turning a small azure bottle of scent over and over in her hands until she was distracted by a small sound at the doorway. Wood creaking, maybe, because Naruto's apartment is old and decrept, but definitely a sound he could have avoided if he wanted to.
He was being ... polite, in that odd way that shinobi occasionally were with another. She put the bottle down and counted to ten. Naruto hated it when they fought. He gave her that wounded look he should have grown out of years ago, but still hasn't. So she counted to ten and promised herself that she would not fight with Sasuke today, even if he started it.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry." She moved to leave, but the expression on Sasuke's face made her pause. It was something stuck between constipation and pain. She paused, waiting for him to spit out whatever it was he was going to say.
"You don't have anything like that." She gave him a hard look which made him not quite flinch. "I just ... wondered why."
Because you used to, and then you changed, and I don't know what to do with you anymore. Was the unspoken statement they both knew he would have said if he was anyone but Uchiha Sasuke, the uncommunicative asshole. She heard it because Naruto told her as much in the middle of lecturing her. Naruto told her that Sasuke didn't know where he belonged in Konoha anymore, now that his brother was dealt with and everyone had changed. Naruto told her that's why he needed to be Saki-chan sometimes. Naruto also told her that she needed Sasuke to be Saki-chan sometimes and that started a whole new fight.
She was quiet so long that Sasuke gave her a look, and it was a new look, a hopeless one that she had only ever seen on Naruto's face. Or maybe Gaara's once, when Temari was gone. Hopeless and lost. Like he didn't know which way was up anymore. Seeing Naruto's expression on Sasuke's face made Sakura pause. Then sigh.
"I didn't have the time," she said as she picked up the bottle of perfume again. "When you ... left," this would not be a guilt-trip; it wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't "and then Naruto left, and I was either training, or at the hospital, or on a mission..." She trailed off. She didn't know how to explain this to him. She wasn't sure she wanted to. She put down the bottle firmly. "I didn't have the time and there wasn't a point to it."
"Ino did."
Sakura sucked in her breath hard. Sasuke eyed her warily. Then she counted to ten. Slowly. In two languages. Naruto said Sasuke did not mean to be an asshole. She knew he did not mean to be an asshole. But sometimes she really wondered if he was so socially miswired as to not understand that comparing two girls who have been fighting with each other--generally over him--was a bad idea.
"I. Am. Not. Ino," she said clearly and slowly to be sure he would understand. Sasuke looked at her. She could see the thoughts turning over in his head, trying to figure out why she was pissed.
She dragged her hands through her hair, making it stick up as is she had stuck a finger in a light socket. Sasuke frowned at her for it. It was was Saki's expression, that little disapproving frown. Saki's expression of 'oh, now look at what you did to your pretty hair, tut-tut.'
It was easier to think of Sasuke as Saki and Sasuke, two completely separate entities, even though she knew they were not. And moments like these reinforced that--which meant that under all of his pissiness, Sasuke liked pretty things. Pretty, simple things that existed just to be pretty, like flowers and satin on girls. Which meant he was sort of like Ino in that he wouldn't really understand why she had put all of that down. Why she had to put all of that down. Because he hadn't been there.
She tried pulled away from that line of thought before it got too bitter. ‘It wasn't fair, said that inner voice, that he could just come back like nothing had happened. It wasn't fair that Naruto had accepted him back without batting an eye.’ Sakura rubbed at her temples. Maybe Naruto was right. She hadn't forgiven Sasuke for not being everything she had wanted him to be. She hadn't yet forgiven him for breaking her happy illusion of what they were, and that wasn't fair either. Sakura couldn't let it go or put it down—all that anger and resentment--but she would try. For Naruto and all the things he had done for her since he came home, she would try.
"Ino doesn't have Tsunade as a teacher," Sakura pointed out. "Ino wasn't training to be a medical nin and a shinobi. She had more time to learn all these things." Sakura picked up one long tube and waved it at Sasuke. "I'm not even sure what this is."
"Mascara," Sasuke replied promptly. "Wrong colour for you, though."
Sakura knew she was giving him a very, very odd look, but couldn't stop herself. It was just so ... weird to hear that out of Uchiha Sasuke's mouth. Sasuke must have taken her odd look to be one of confusion, because he took the mascara tube from her hand, opened it up and showed it too her. "Because of your coloring black would be too extreme. You would need something in a light red or brown maybe."
Sakura knew she was giving him a look like he had grown a second head. "How do you know this stuff?"
Sasuke's expression was one she knew well. It was the 'duh, idiot' expression he used to direct at Naruto way back when they were all still in the academy. "It's not that different from picking out the appropriate camo colours depending on terrain."
"Let me guess, you also know what matches and what doesn't just by looking at it."
He gave her that superior Uchiha look. "Yes."
Sakura couldn't help it. She started laughing. Sasuke sneered at her and then paused. "I could ... teach you," he said deceptively casual, but she knew after living with him again for months, after months of lectures from Naruto, she knows it cost him to offer that. "I could show you how I do it."
That made her breath hitch. Sakura was not so blind to Sasuke's issues that she didn't understand what a gesture of trust that offer was. Sasuke had never let anyone, not even Naruto, see that shift between Sasuke the avenger and Saki-chan. He was offering to let her watch him at his most vulnerable. She smiled at him and meant it, probably for the first time since he returned to Hidden Leaf, "I would like that."
edit: okay, people, she rules, we know. How about real comments now? XD
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