More writings~!
Hokai! So, I finally kicked my bad case of the blahs, thanks muchly to Bennie K, and pulled an idea from a conversation I had last night with teh [Fox]. There was this awesome scene that we wrote out, and I loved it so much, it kept popping up in my head, and finally I took a clue. This happens lots after the last bit I wrote, so it'll be out of order like woah when I write more. Ah well.
Anymew! On to the ficcing!
Timeline goes here.
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Sakura stared down at the worn scrap of paper she'd been fidgeting with on the whole train ride home. She wasn't even reading it anymore, but could feel the ink burning the tips of her fingers as she folded and unfolded the paper. Don't forget. Tonight, at 10 pm sharp. He hates people who aren't punctual. Her cheeks flushed hard, and she stared down at her lap. Every now and then she would catch herself rubbing her thumb over it like a worry stone, then she would end up refolding it again.
Why was Sasuke doing this? She didn't know, she hardly even knew him, and... She squirmed on her seat, then had to smooth her dress over again. This dress was pink and white, unlike the usual black and greys she wore. Licking her lips nervously, her cherry flavored lip gloss would probably need to be reapplied when she got off the train, but oh God, what was she doing? She rubbed her temple, her other hand twisting into the soft fabric of her skirt.
And it didn't help that there was a really big man across the train that would not stop staring at her.
Maybe she was just being paranoid. Hopefully she was just being paranoid. She wouldn't want to have to put him in the hospital just because he had a thing for girls in these kinds of outfits, but...actually, no, she wouldn't mind. She would be really pissed if he made her late, though.
Deep breath, Sakura. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she couldn't stop fidgeting. She wrung the note in her hands, then smoothed out the paper again to fold it up and put in her pocket. That was the good thing about this dress, the hidden pockets worked neatly into the natural folds of the skirt so they disappeared. But...what was Sasuke up to? She glanced out the window at the sparkling lights that made up the Tokyo night scene. Sasuke had only teased her about whether or not she wanted to meet him and told her when to be at the club. Aside from that, she didn't have any idea what she'd just walked into.
Oh Sakura, what is wrong with you? She looked back to her lap and smoothed out her dress again. She hardly even knew what she was doing on the train, save for the fact that she wanted to see him again. I'm out of my mind... But ever since she'd found he worked just one floor above her this whole time, and seeing him at work...she didn't know if she could do this. Whatever this was, anyway. Being one in a crowd was one thing, but she didn't think she'd be able to talk to him, especially not there. She could hardly keep from stuttering at him as it was when she was at work!
Miserable and worried, she looked up as the train came to a stop. Her stop. Swallowing hard, she picked up her parasol and smoothed out her dress before stepping off the train and into the cold night air. Honestly, she wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got there.
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That's all for now, folks! And what will Sakura-chan do? And what the heck is going on, we wonder? :O
That's okay, this is a bit out of sequence. Mainly it's based off something silly [Fox] and I did last night. There is much that needs to be filled in between this and the last bit I wrote, so don't worry, you didn't miss anything, I'm just being obnoxious and doing things out of order. I love you anyways. :D
Anymew! On to the ficcing!
Timeline goes here.
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Sakura stared down at the worn scrap of paper she'd been fidgeting with on the whole train ride home. She wasn't even reading it anymore, but could feel the ink burning the tips of her fingers as she folded and unfolded the paper. Don't forget. Tonight, at 10 pm sharp. He hates people who aren't punctual. Her cheeks flushed hard, and she stared down at her lap. Every now and then she would catch herself rubbing her thumb over it like a worry stone, then she would end up refolding it again.
Why was Sasuke doing this? She didn't know, she hardly even knew him, and... She squirmed on her seat, then had to smooth her dress over again. This dress was pink and white, unlike the usual black and greys she wore. Licking her lips nervously, her cherry flavored lip gloss would probably need to be reapplied when she got off the train, but oh God, what was she doing? She rubbed her temple, her other hand twisting into the soft fabric of her skirt.
And it didn't help that there was a really big man across the train that would not stop staring at her.
Maybe she was just being paranoid. Hopefully she was just being paranoid. She wouldn't want to have to put him in the hospital just because he had a thing for girls in these kinds of outfits, but...actually, no, she wouldn't mind. She would be really pissed if he made her late, though.
Deep breath, Sakura. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she couldn't stop fidgeting. She wrung the note in her hands, then smoothed out the paper again to fold it up and put in her pocket. That was the good thing about this dress, the hidden pockets worked neatly into the natural folds of the skirt so they disappeared. But...what was Sasuke up to? She glanced out the window at the sparkling lights that made up the Tokyo night scene. Sasuke had only teased her about whether or not she wanted to meet him and told her when to be at the club. Aside from that, she didn't have any idea what she'd just walked into.
Oh Sakura, what is wrong with you? She looked back to her lap and smoothed out her dress again. She hardly even knew what she was doing on the train, save for the fact that she wanted to see him again. I'm out of my mind... But ever since she'd found he worked just one floor above her this whole time, and seeing him at work...she didn't know if she could do this. Whatever this was, anyway. Being one in a crowd was one thing, but she didn't think she'd be able to talk to him, especially not there. She could hardly keep from stuttering at him as it was when she was at work!
Miserable and worried, she looked up as the train came to a stop. Her stop. Swallowing hard, she picked up her parasol and smoothed out her dress before stepping off the train and into the cold night air. Honestly, she wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got there.
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That's all for now, folks! And what will Sakura-chan do? And what the heck is going on, we wonder? :O
That's okay, this is a bit out of sequence. Mainly it's based off something silly [Fox] and I did last night. There is much that needs to be filled in between this and the last bit I wrote, so don't worry, you didn't miss anything, I'm just being obnoxious and doing things out of order. I love you anyways. :D