[Fanfic, One-shot] I've got your number, dear sir
Series: NARUTO
Title: I've got your number, dear sir
Pairings: supposedly one-sided Sakura/Sasuke, Sasuke/Karin
Summary: A girl in love can sometimes be too indecisive.
Rating: G
Warning/s: What warnings?
Note/s: Been a while, eh, self?
She had a crush.
He had issues.
She had a phone.
He had a better phone.
She had his number.
He didn't even know she existed.
She was Sakura.
He was Itachi's brother, the top of his class, an Uchiha, a promising young man.
She knew his name was Sasuke though.
Sometimes, Sakura wondered why she even bothered. She knew that she was hopeless. She had his number, but the only thing she did with it was stare with it with longing and adoration. She would clutch her phone as if it was her last lifeline. Then, once she fell asleep, she would dream of the things that could happen once she called him.
Most of them were nightmares though.
Sakura was a realist at some point, and she knew that Sasuke could be quite heartless with turning down girls.
But there was something about him that attracted her. Perhaps it was the loneliness that echoed from somewhere deep inside of him. Maybe it was the graceful, lovely way he secretly - or so he thought - played the piano in the music room after the hallways were deserted.
She was his only audience. She would clap each time, but he would never hear. She'd never let him hear. She knew that that moment was sacred between him and the solitary grand piano of the school. She knew that she was only allowed to watch like the shadows lurking in the music room.
She was a nobody in his life. She was quite content with it as long as she was near him.
She rolled around her bed, making sure to bury her face in her sheets every now and then. She groaned and roughly placed her phone on the bedside table. She hugged her pillow and looked at her ceiling. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself.
This wouldn't do. Nothing would do.
She knew that she had to tell him eventually or else she would just... burst. It wasn't a part of her personality - at least who she was today wouldn't like it one bit - to keep things like these a secret only to herself. She could probably tell someone else, perhaps one of her girl friends, but it just wouldn't come out the same way. Ino would pat her back, pitying her, and then blabbing it off to someone else; Ino was a dear, but she had her very own impulse for girl gossip. Hinata would try to keep the stammer out of her voice as she comforted Sakura. Tenten would just march right up to Sasuke and tell it to him.
And those weren't the scenarios she had at hand.
She sighed.
She took her phone from the table and flipped it open. She went through her phonebook and singled out his name out of the many others. She proceeded to engage in a staring match with it.
She wondered when she would escape this horrid cycle of just doing nothing.
(She knew the answer to that as she did to most things. It was just that a maiden's heart was a fragile thing.)
There was resoluteness in her eyes when she began to press the keys of her phone with fluid movements and none too gentle thumbs. It was now or never. And he didn't know who she was, too.
I would just like to tell you.
I really like you.
A week, a month, an immeasurable amount of time had passed.
She had a high-paying job.
He had an infinitely better job.
Her face lost the gentle curves of a girl.
He looked as if the years hadn't done him any damage.
She was still Sakura with some modifications that came with growing up.
He was his brother's replacement.
She didn't think any different of him.
He was getting married.
She wasn't.
"Karin? The model?" Sakura asked.
"The singer, too. And a bunch of other things, I forgot," Ino said as she inspected her finely manicured nails for any faults. There were none.
"Oh."
"Apparently, they met in college."
"They did?" She didn't know of any Karin. She and Sasuke went to the same university. (She made sure of it.)
Ino nodded. "They had the same calling. She just got scouted, but she's still practicing the profession, I heard."
"I," she swallowed, "hope he's happy."
Ino shrugged, not noticing the internal turmoil bubbling in the depths of Sakura's heart. "It was a marriage of conveniece. They were friends," she put a lot of emphasis on friends, "and his parents were pestering him to marry. So she offered herself, being the only female he could possibly ever marry and live comfortably with." Then, as if it just popped up in her mind, she continued with a, "She used to like him a lot, too. It's a platonic thing now."
It was the best match.
Sakura excused herself to go to the bathroom.
She looked at the mirror before going into the cubicle behind her. She spent the rest of her lunch there.
Congratulations on your marriage.
Sasuke felt the familiar vibration of his phone in his pocket. Being idle at the moment, he decided to check it, a familiar - though perhaps long ago forgotten - number being displayed on the screen.
His lips thinned and he whipped up a response.
Just when he'd pressed the sent button, Karin went inside the room. When she asked him what he'd been doing, he put his phone back into his pocket and told her, "Nothing."
She nodded and asked no more.
Thank you, Haruno.
Title: I've got your number, dear sir
Pairings: supposedly one-sided Sakura/Sasuke, Sasuke/Karin
Summary: A girl in love can sometimes be too indecisive.
Rating: G
Warning/s: What warnings?
Note/s: Been a while, eh, self?
She had a crush.
He had issues.
She had a phone.
He had a better phone.
She had his number.
He didn't even know she existed.
She was Sakura.
He was Itachi's brother, the top of his class, an Uchiha, a promising young man.
She knew his name was Sasuke though.
Sometimes, Sakura wondered why she even bothered. She knew that she was hopeless. She had his number, but the only thing she did with it was stare with it with longing and adoration. She would clutch her phone as if it was her last lifeline. Then, once she fell asleep, she would dream of the things that could happen once she called him.
Most of them were nightmares though.
Sakura was a realist at some point, and she knew that Sasuke could be quite heartless with turning down girls.
But there was something about him that attracted her. Perhaps it was the loneliness that echoed from somewhere deep inside of him. Maybe it was the graceful, lovely way he secretly - or so he thought - played the piano in the music room after the hallways were deserted.
She was his only audience. She would clap each time, but he would never hear. She'd never let him hear. She knew that that moment was sacred between him and the solitary grand piano of the school. She knew that she was only allowed to watch like the shadows lurking in the music room.
She was a nobody in his life. She was quite content with it as long as she was near him.
She rolled around her bed, making sure to bury her face in her sheets every now and then. She groaned and roughly placed her phone on the bedside table. She hugged her pillow and looked at her ceiling. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself.
This wouldn't do. Nothing would do.
She knew that she had to tell him eventually or else she would just... burst. It wasn't a part of her personality - at least who she was today wouldn't like it one bit - to keep things like these a secret only to herself. She could probably tell someone else, perhaps one of her girl friends, but it just wouldn't come out the same way. Ino would pat her back, pitying her, and then blabbing it off to someone else; Ino was a dear, but she had her very own impulse for girl gossip. Hinata would try to keep the stammer out of her voice as she comforted Sakura. Tenten would just march right up to Sasuke and tell it to him.
And those weren't the scenarios she had at hand.
She sighed.
She took her phone from the table and flipped it open. She went through her phonebook and singled out his name out of the many others. She proceeded to engage in a staring match with it.
She wondered when she would escape this horrid cycle of just doing nothing.
(She knew the answer to that as she did to most things. It was just that a maiden's heart was a fragile thing.)
There was resoluteness in her eyes when she began to press the keys of her phone with fluid movements and none too gentle thumbs. It was now or never. And he didn't know who she was, too.
I would just like to tell you.
I really like you.
A week, a month, an immeasurable amount of time had passed.
She had a high-paying job.
He had an infinitely better job.
Her face lost the gentle curves of a girl.
He looked as if the years hadn't done him any damage.
She was still Sakura with some modifications that came with growing up.
He was his brother's replacement.
She didn't think any different of him.
He was getting married.
She wasn't.
"Karin? The model?" Sakura asked.
"The singer, too. And a bunch of other things, I forgot," Ino said as she inspected her finely manicured nails for any faults. There were none.
"Oh."
"Apparently, they met in college."
"They did?" She didn't know of any Karin. She and Sasuke went to the same university. (She made sure of it.)
Ino nodded. "They had the same calling. She just got scouted, but she's still practicing the profession, I heard."
"I," she swallowed, "hope he's happy."
Ino shrugged, not noticing the internal turmoil bubbling in the depths of Sakura's heart. "It was a marriage of conveniece. They were friends," she put a lot of emphasis on friends, "and his parents were pestering him to marry. So she offered herself, being the only female he could possibly ever marry and live comfortably with." Then, as if it just popped up in her mind, she continued with a, "She used to like him a lot, too. It's a platonic thing now."
It was the best match.
Sakura excused herself to go to the bathroom.
She looked at the mirror before going into the cubicle behind her. She spent the rest of her lunch there.
Congratulations on your marriage.
Sasuke felt the familiar vibration of his phone in his pocket. Being idle at the moment, he decided to check it, a familiar - though perhaps long ago forgotten - number being displayed on the screen.
His lips thinned and he whipped up a response.
Just when he'd pressed the sent button, Karin went inside the room. When she asked him what he'd been doing, he put his phone back into his pocket and told her, "Nothing."
She nodded and asked no more.
Thank you, Haruno.