[Fanfiction] SasuSaku: Fears; Sometimes
I should be sleeping, but I remembered I should start backing-up a few fics I posted in FF.net. I'll probably make a few entries, so I'm sorry if it spams your f-list (I'm doing this at night precisely because most won't be seeing it by tomorrow morning, I think). Firstly, the SasuSaku, because it has taken over my soul. *glances at IchiRuki* Erm... yeah.
Title: Fears
Series: Naruto
Pairing: SasuSaku ftw.. slight NejiSaku
Date: November 6th, 2006.
Notes: Humor. CRACK! Paranoid Sasuke. Nightmares...
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He is sitting in his living room, zapping through channels idly, when the sounds of someone knocking his door distract him from the TV. He shuts the TV off and waits, part of him hoping that whoever is standing on the other side will eventually leave if nobody answers the door. The knocking doesn’t stop. Quite on the contrary, it persists and each time the sound from the knock is louder and louder. A third and a fourth time, a fifth and a sixth, and Sasuke grows terribly irritated.
“Sasuke-kun, it’s me! I have something important to tell you.”
He glances at the door and sighs unconsciously. Ah, so it was her…
“Come on, I know you are in there!” she insists, and Sasuke has no other choice. Knowing Sakura, she’ll stand outside knocking the whole day if it’s necessary to bring him out because she’s stubborn like that.
Grunting, the man slowly trudges to his door and opens it only to find a beaming pink haired woman. “Sakura?” he wonders in a bored tone, though what he really means is: ‘What are you doing here?’
Sakura bears a toothy grin, a grin so childish that even makes the corner of his lips twitch in annoyance. She breathes an intake of air, lets it go, and then announces in a loud, clear voice, “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
One of his eyebrows arches up in clear confusion, though he is visibly amused by the sudden and completely out of the blue statement. “What?”
Sakura is still grinning as she takes his two hands in hers and squeezes them comfortingly. “I can’t help you with your clan restoration.”
“But… but…” Sasuke stammers and pulls away, cheeks bright pink at the shameless proclamation. ‘How does she even know?’ he thinks, but shrugs that thought as second in importance to this new development. Sakura won’t help at all…? Damn it. He intends to know why. “What the hell… are you…”
“No need to sputter nonsense,” she interrupts. Sakura raises a hand up to prevent him from protesting, something he definitely wants to do. She seems so determined that, in a way, it manages to unnerve the cool boy. “I’ve decided, Sasuke,” she speaks confidently.
“Sakura…” He tries to take her shoulders and shake her until she comes to her senses, but she notices his intentions and takes a step back.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she explains, the smile still bright on her face, “so I’m marrying Hyuuga Neji. You know him, right?” This freezes Sasuke in his spot. “He’s pretty much an improved version of you…”
Sasuke blinks. “Huh?”
But didn’t Hyuuga have some relationship with that Tenten girl? And why does he have to care about that, anyway? What was it with Hyuuga being like him!? Sakura is going nuts.
“You know, handsome, broody, dark past, plus he’s really nice and polite,” she tells him in a good-natured, conversational voice. But then she smirks, like that girl Ino does when she is having one of her crazy fits, and her green eyes sparkle, “Our babies would be beautiful…”
Oh no, babies no! Those babies are supposed to be his not Hyuuga’s…! Wait! That wasn’t the point! “Sakura!” Uchiha Sasuke whines as Sakura continues to rant.
…Uchiha Sasuke… whines…!?
He groans and shakes his head to regain composure. Idiocy rubs off. “Sakura!” at last he manages to shut her up.
The girl stares at him, a bit surprised. “Yes, Sasuke-kun?” she asks curiously.
Sasuke glares at her with onyx eyes. “Just one question,” he hisses, “Tell me a reason why that guy is any better than me!”
“Well, Neji-kun kisses better than you do, of course!” Sakura finishes with a proud, yet sneaky smile.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!”
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Sasuke wakes up panting in his couch. He looks at his surroundings as his elaborated breathing slows down. His eyes are widened with shock and there’s sweat running down his brow. Apparently, he’d fallen asleep in his living room while watching an old movie on the TV.
‘What the hell was that?’ he wonders, griping his shirt. The dark scowl taking over his face isn’t a good sign. ‘A bad dream?’ His knuckles turn white and then he scoffs as the nightmare quickly flashes through his mind.
“As if!” he hisses to no one in particular.
There a series of knocks on his door and he already feels a massive headache heading his way. He drags himself up from the couch and walks towards his front door. Just as he is about to open it, Sasuke stops when he hears the voice on the other side.
“Sasuke-kun, it’s me! I have something important to tell you.”
‘Damn it.’
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And total contrast...
Title: Sometimes
Series: Naruto
Pairing: SasuSaku
Date: June 7th, 2006.
Notes: Romance. ANGST. Drama. Delusions. Set in Sound. Pre-chapter 306.
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Sometimes at night, Sasuke thinks he sees her. She is sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning against the windowsill, or staring at herself over the mirror. Sometimes he thinks of reaching to her and running his fingers through her hair that falls over her temples and touches her cheeks. She lingers there for a moment, but not once does she look at him. Whether she is not able to or doesn’t want to, it is not in his knowledge; perhaps it is just his ill mind that cannot face her phantom, green eyes. But she’s always there, haunting his sleepless nights.
Sometimes he screams at the top of his lungs and tells her to go away, throws a thing or two to the floor, not caring about the sleeping Sound nins in the headquarters. Sasuke understands all too well that he is throwing a tantrum, a rather nasty one at that, very much like the child that he is not and never was. But this is what the small, almost mocking smile on her pale face does to him. It unnerves him, it makes his blood boil. Why is she smiling at him like that? How derisive of her, how dare she make fun of him!?
Other times however, when the weather is cold and stormy and he is feeling much like the weather, he asks her to wait a little longer in a somewhat raspy and reluctant voice. She appears to listen to his request because she doesn’t leave until it’s very late. The Uchiha prodigy never begs, however, he has never needed to before, so it’s no wonder to him that a simple, rough, “Stay,” is enough to let her remain on her place. The smile doesn’t fade from the red lips.
Sometimes his eyes follow the ivory column of her neck and to the pendant hidden underneath her clothes. It is that ruby-colored one he’d secretly gotten for her on her thirteenth birthday but never gathered the guts to give her. It is also the same pendant that he’s been hiding inside his clothes for what seems like decades when it has really been just two… three years. It doesn’t matter to him how long it has been now. He’s already forgotten about the flow of time and of the seasons, and of the color of the ever-changing tree leaves. He lives in this darkened place, obscure like his very soul.
But most of the times, he simply stares at her. His mind changes her body a little because she must have grown by now too; this version of her, unlike the girl lost in his memories, has long legs and fine curves, and her white, creamy skin is untraceable of any scars unlike his own. She’s still beautiful, and strong, and determined in his recollections of her, nonetheless. It is something he chose not to voice aloud before to her or even admit to himself. Annoying, weak, he spat once to the girl instead, but even he knows that there’s more than that to her. So now he looks on as she chooses either to prance around his room quietly, or watch the stars through the window, or arrange her hair on the mirror.
Sakura, her name slips from his dry throat like an urgent plead; but he knows that she won’t turn to look at him, that she won’t speak back to him, and that he will not see his eyes reflected on her deep, emerald ones. Because she’s only an illusion, yet another ghost of his past that he cannot forget no matter how he fervently tries to. He is fated to be haunted and tormented, isn’t he?
And then, he realizes at last… What the hell has he been doing for the last half hour, staring at the empty wall, calling out a name he ought to forget?
He had settled on this as his resolve upon that day when he left Konoha, and he’s done nothing but act like an idiot. Sakura is part of his past now, a past that he can not and will not return to. Not only her, Team 7 and their missions, all the people he met in Konoha and his days at the village, and the deserted section of the town he called home, all of them are in his past. He should know better than to let a single delusional moment to affect him this much. He’s been an idiot.
Yes, truly an idiot. A fool.
But sometimes, just sometimes at night, Uchiha Sasuke doesn’t care about being one anyway.
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