i'm really trying to use this journal more. so... this is kind of cheating cuz it was written forever and a half ago but whatever.
Fandom: Naruto
Title: horrible little stick figures
Summary: AU. Sasuke, Sakura, and a great story to tell their grandkids.
Genre: CRACK
Notes: Crap crap crap ending. Written forever go with the prompts: "it's your turn to say something socially acceptable"; a waltz; "a sudden influx of batteries"
“I’m telling you, Naruto, it said Women.”
“Only in your world, Sakura-chan,” Naruto said, snatching up one of Sakura’s highlighters. His kept drying up, probably because he kept using them to color in pictures in his textbooks. Well, one had to make sacrifices for art.
“But…” Sakura sat with her hands in her lap, her books untouched. She looked terribly flustered, and she kept glancing over her shoulder, as if afraid someone was going to come after her for entering the men’s room.
Poor Sakura, Naruto thought. Of course, he found the whole mess absolutely hilarious, but Sakura was probably traumatized. He wondered idly just how much she had seen in there.
Sakura suddenly jumped, eyes widening. “Naruto,” she hissed, leaning forward. “The guy behind you - don’t look! - He was in the bathroom earlier!”
Naruto craned his neck to look behind him. “The one by the computer?”
“I said not to look!” Sakura snapped. “But yes, him!”
As if he had heard her, the boy from the bathroom turned and met her gaze. Sakura sucked in a breath, startled - and not just by the sudden influx of butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach. He was good-looking. She hadn’t realized before, hadn’t paid any attention to the dark eyes and dark hair and fine, aristocratic features.
He raised an eyebrow at her, and Sakura felt herself flush. She dropped her gaze to her unopened textbooks and heard Naruto snicker.
“Don’t tell me,” he said, amused. “You saw his wee-wee.”
This only served to mortify Sakura further. She opened her books, picked up a pen, and raised her chin. “Shut up,” she said - very maturely, she thought. All things considered.
“My wee-wee?”
Sakura snapped her head up so quickly her neck cracked. Bathroom Guy was standing there, at Naruto’s shoulder, staring at her. As she watched, he raised a hand and - to her astonishment - smacked Naruto upside the head.
“Ow!”
“What is wrong with you?” He dropped into the chair beside Naruto, who was rubbing his head pitifully.
“What’s wrong with you?” Naruto shot back. “I could sue for abuse, you know.” He caught sight of Sakura, staring, open-mouthed, at them, and grinned. “Should I make introductions, or are those not needed anymore?”
Sakura flamed red as she realized - with a sinking stomach - that Naruto knew Bathroom Guy. This couldn’t be good.
“Sasuke,” Bathroom Guy said. Then he blinked. “You look familiar.”
“You suck at pick-up lines,” Naruto said. Sasuke ignored him.
“Yeah, I-” Sakura waved a hand, feigning nonchalance. “I was in, uh, the bathroom.”
Sasuke stared.
“The men’s room,” she clarified, growing more embarrassed by the second.
“Oh…”
“That’ll be a story to tell your kids, huh?” Naruto laughed.
“Shut up, Naruto,” Sakura said through gritted teeth, determinedly avoiding Sasuke’s gaze.
“You say inappropriate things,” Sasuke said.
“You do inappropriate things. I know it takes two to tango, but Sakura-chan’s too classy to get down and dirty in a bathroom,” Naruto said, ignoring the way Sakura squeaked in protest. “So what did you guys do? The waltz?”
Sasuke just looked at him, then turned his steady, passive gaze to Sakura.
“It’s your turn,” he said, very calmly. “Say something socially acceptable, or I’m leaving you with him.”
“I just read the sign wrong,” she said in a rush, wanting to clear up her blunder. “I don’t go scoping for hotties in the bathroom or anything. I’m not a pervert, I promise.”
Sasuke stared.
Sakura cursed herself inwardly.
Naruto tried to muffle his snickers.
Then - slowly, and it was barely noticeable, but there it was - a smile fluttered around Sasuke’s lips, and he stood, holding out a hand to her.
“I’ll take it,” he said. “Want to get a coffee?”
Sakura stood, bewildered. “Did you know you have strange taste in girls?”
Sasuke led her away from the table, leaving Naruto to gawk after them, surrounded by both his and Sakura’s books.
“You know, I don’t think you have room to talk,” Sasuke said. “You’re the one who scoped my wee-wee.”
Damn. He saw that?