Title: Devil You Don't Know [part one: Sasuke]
Author: Cella [
stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Naruto
Ship: maybe-but-not-really!SasuSaku
Rating: Teen+
Summary: The perfect woman is a goddess in the kitchen, an angel in society, and a devil in bed. SAKURA. Drabble collection, multi-pairings.
Spoilers: Up to 445
Dedications: Look,
p1st0l, I used those lyrics!
A/N: So. Here it begins. A collection of oneshots, drabbles, etc., with Sakura as the centerpiece of the pairing. Village bicycle, you ask? Yes, something like that. First stop, Sasuke. Lyrics go to Franz Ferdinand
Devil You Don't Know
}{SASUKE}{
[you see her, you can't touch her; you hear her, you can hold her; you want her, you can't have her; you want to, but she won't let you]
He hates the change.
Her hands shouldn't be that strong, and her punches shouldn't even touch him, because Sakura's the useless part of the team he left behind. He has developed a concept of how Sakura would grow without his presence: she would become a sad little thing for a while, before moving on to better things, and maybe in the middle of it she would grow a little, maybe get a job as a teacher at the Academy; surrounded by children and practically harmless. That's about it.
He hears about the way she defeated Sasori from Madara's mouth, and almost tells himself it has to be another kunoichi by the name of 'Sakura', but then Madara mentions pink hair. Then he blames it on beginner's luck.
After all, the day he meets them again, it's almost too easy to defeat her. His sword could've cut through her like a knife through butter-of course, it wasn't entirely his intention to kill her, just scare her, or incapacitate her enough because she was still so annoying, really-and he would've done it if it hadn't been for her team's new captain.
Now, however, he's thrown head first into what Sakura's change really entails. He hates it.
She's not fragile anymore. Her bones break easily, yes, because this is a fight after all; but she heals them with barely a flick of her wrist, and bites her thumb to summon what he knows are Tsunade's slugs, not hers. She throws him a grin that disquiets him, and says something--
Slug beats snake.
--before launching herself at him with all she's got-which is admittedly a lot. Her movements are sharper and faster, and her fists catch him in the jaw and shoulder.
She's not annoying anymore. Now she's just infuriating. He would've expected no such retaliation. He would've expected her to make an effort, yes; he would've been disappointed if she hadn't made an effort to be minimally better. He didn't expect her to pose a threat. He never expects her to fight with enough cold fury and calculated strategy that he has to use Sharingan of all things. He can barely believe it when he finds himself thrown against a stone wall, panting for breath. That's two ribs she broke, and he looks up at her, transfixed for a moment in how much she's changed. She brushes the back of her hand over her mouth, smearing the blood dribbling from the lip he broke, and says something--
Is that all you've got?
--and it makes something inside him snap. He's on her in the blink of an eye; there is no use to hold back with her-in fact, it would be stupid of him to do that. He slams her against a wall, just to show her how it feels, and finds himself face to face with her. Her lip is still bleeding.
She growls and--
He loves the change.
--he moves in for the kill. His tongue brushes under her bottom lip, and he smirks when he hears the intake of breath. Maybe it's not that bad that he stayed in Konoha after Naruto rebuilt it. Maybe now he can rebuild--
She breaks his nose. You're three years late, she tells him, and concludes their sparring. He squishes the petals her disappearing jutsu leaves behind, fingers closing around them angrily; and he doesn't know why, but he wishes he'd been three years early.