your drabbles, I have a song request. Perfect Storm by Brad Paisley. ‘’I know
how to make her laugh or blush or mad at. But that’s okay because there’s no
one more beautiful than angry. ‘’ With Cap please?
So I plan on making a Marvel/Avengers gropchat on Imessage.. Would anyone be interested?
Steve!’’ You yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. The guy
just loved to get on your nerves.
doing this on purpose?’’ You huffed giving him an annoyed look. He just
shrugged, flashing you a smirk.
I am doll.’’ He chuckled slightly as you scoffed and mocked his words. He took
a step closer to you and took your hand in his, warm hand taking your cold one
into a warm hug.
you actually mad?’’ He asked concern suddenly clouding in front of his eyes, he
loved messing with you but not to the point where he actually hurt you.
biting back a smile.
just.. You make me mad but I can’t be angry with you, you’re too cute.’’ You
laughed as you shook your head, not believing how he could have you wrapped
around his finger so much. He smiled at you biting his lower lip.
make you mad because angry is a good look on you doll.’’ He said once again,
his cocky manner coming back to life. You rolled your eyes pushing him off the
road while biting back a smile.
You said giggling while you made your way out of the room.
Only if you
knew, he tried his best to make you laugh, blush or angry because he loved to see
you so alive and so real. Something he has been missing a whole a lot. Even
though angry was a good look on you, he really did think you were the most
gorgeous thing on the planet anyways.
And she destroys me in that t-shirt / And I love her so much it hurts / I never meant to fall like this / She don’t just rain she pours / That girl right there’s / The perfect storm
Dean - Cherry Pie (Warrant)
She’s my cherry pie / Cool drink of water / Such a sweet surprise / Tastes so good / Make a grown man cry / Sweet cherry pie oh yeah / She’s my cherry pie / Put a smile on your face / Ten miles wide / Looks so good / Bring a tear to your eye / Sweet cherry pie
Castiel - Angel Eyes (The Jeff Healey Band)
Well, I’m the guy who never learned to dance / Never even got one second glance / Across a crowded room was close enough / I could look but I could never touch / So tonight I’ll ask the stars above / “How did I ever win your love?” / What did I do? / What did I say? / To turn your angel eyes my way?
Gabriel - All of Me (John Legend)
Cuz all of me / Loves all of you / Love your curves and all your edges / All your perfect imperfections / Give your all to me / I’ll give my all to you / You’re my end and my beginning / Even when I loose I’m winning / Cuz I give you all of me / And you give me all of you
Michael - I’d Come for You (Nickelback)
By now you’d know that / I’d come for you / No one but you / Yes I’d come for you / But only if you told me to / And I’d fight for you / I’d lie, it’s true / Give my for you / You know I’d always come for you
Lucifer - What I Meant to Say (Daughtry)
And I t thought that you should know / I’ve been holding on while you’ve been letting go / Well, it’s not too late to say it right this time / Cuz I know I said I’m sorry but that’s not what I meant to say
Crowley - Uma Thurman (Fall Out Boy)
I can move mountains / I can work a miracle, work a miracle / Oh, oh, keep you like an oath / May nothing but death do us part / She wants to dance like Uma Thurman / Bury me till I confess / She wants to dance like Uma Thurman / And I can’t get you out of my head
I’m Coming After You - Owl City / Sidekick - Walk the Moon / Out of the Woods - Nickel Creek / They Don’t Know About Us - One Direction / Stutter - Marianas Trench / Take Me There - Rascal Flatts / Fools - Lauren Aquilina / Perfect Storm - Brad Paisley / I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers / Something That I Want - Grace Potter / Flaws - Bastille / Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows / Electric Love - Borns / Falling In - Lifehouse / Home/Dirty Paws - Gardiner / Dress and Tie - Charlene Kaye feat. Darren Criss / Somebody Like You - Keith Urban / Lucky Strike - Maroon 5 / Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin / Stuck Like Glue - Sugarland / I Want Crazy - Hunter Hayes / Like I’m Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor feat. John Legend / I’m Only Me When I’m With You - Taylor Swift/
Just a wee break from my Month of Malcolm*, because I suddenly fancied some Flamin’ Eamonn (who is perfect in every way). Of course no gifset can truly capture his magnificence since you can only get a sense of his cool cat style syntax without actually being able to hear the Glaswegian.
He looks at us! He looks at us! Flamin’ Eamonn looks right at us!
Eamonn, I hate to break it to you – oh wait, no I don’t – but there WAS something funny going on. When it comes to you, there is ALWAYS something funny going on. Because you are just so wonderfully, delightfully, transcendentally, quifftastically, D-U-M-B.
(Don’t worry, Eamonn, D-U-M-B spells perfect in every way which is what you are.)
And you’re obviously in no danger whatsoever of perjuring yourself in front of the the learned judge. How could you whenyou can’t figure out which question you’re even supposed to lie about. Or is it tell the truth about?!? It’s all so confusing!!!
But at least you DO know the two most important things in life:
Arranged marriage in the twenty-first century
might have been uncommon, but not unheard of.
“What an utterly chauvinistic supposition to make,” she berated, laughing. “Why do you assume that I can cook?”
i) Regale me with the stories of your love?
ii) Once again, any knowledge I have of any medical issue comes from
watching grey’s anatomy.
successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same
“’Sup,” Sakura nodded as she got in the car.
Sasuke grimaced and didn’t answer.
meet-the-parent’s day and after a lot of haggling and a fair amount of
bantering later, they’d opted he pick her up from the hospital at a shift’s
As Sasuke stared unblinkingly through the windshield, Sakura
took out her phone and started playing Candy Crush. The silence was complete,
absolute and studded with the sulky undertone of two people who were in intense
mutual dislike with each other.
Intense mutual dislike, Sakura thought, faintly amused. Like
a psychological disorder. After a long ride of surly, discontented, almost
tranquility they entered a gated community and Sakura put her phone away and sat
up a little straighter. The houses here were large estates with sprawling lush
lawns and intricate landscaping preceding the actual house. The streets were
lined with decadent trees and Sakura felt a little tug of pleasure as the sun
played peek-a-boo amidst the branches as they moved. It was a childlike marvel
that she hadn’t felt in quite a while.
They stopped outside a heavy-walled property and waited for
the gate to open. Half a minute later, it did and Sasuke drove in. It was a
long, tree-lined driveway and her view of the house was obscured by the
profusion of lush plants suspended from macramé hangers and tiffany lamps
hanging beneath stained glass inlaid in intricate light poles.
“Wow,” she breathed, then turned to Sasuke, whose lips were
already quirked in an unwanted smile. “Nice,” she nodded grudgingly. “Must’ve
been a cool place to grow up.”
“Thank you,” he said politely, “It was.”
He pulled up in an enormous, stereotypical round driveway
with a tall, well loved and looked after oak in the middle. She smiled,
remembering the mango tree in her own backyard and walked up to the trunk. “Did
you ever climb?”
Sasuke took off his aviators and followed her. “No.”
Her smile turned sharp as she turned around. “Let me guess,”
she goaded, “you were too prissy, right?”
Sasuke’s lip pulled down into a frown. “No,” he said
sharply, “It just never occurred to us.”
She shrugged. “What kid doesn’t have an inherent urge to
climb stuff?” she asked.
“The good, well-mannered kind,” he answered.
“Oh please,” she smirked. “I bet you suck at it.”
Sasuke, who’d always held himself in honorary Boy Scout
regard, thought how hard it might be to climb tree’s. Not too much, he concluded,
examining the trunk carefully. “No,” he said, “I won’t.”
“You’re on,” said Sakura. She then took off her coat, threw
it at him and turned around to climb. Her feet were sure on the trunk, finding
foot holds and bumps to prop herself up. Half a minute later she was in the
lowest branch looking down at him.
“Slow poke,” she called out
Irritated, Sasuke threw her coat
down—“Asshole!” she cried from up above—and put his foot on a bump Sakura had
used to propel herself up. His shoes, which were perfectly appropriate for
corporate meetings, abruptly gave and slipped on the bark. Slipping and
sliding, he made it half-way up, then his foot caught on a scrapped holding and
he slid all the way down in one smooth fall.
“You alright?” Sakura called out
He shot her an aggrieved glare,
which turned squinty in the sun. There was a sharp pain on his fore arm. He was
just about to fold his sleeve up, when Sakura, who’d promptly climbed down,
caught his arm and folded it up for him. Her face was void of humor and her
eyes were clinical.
There was a long, angry red line
of a cut that she examined carefully. Sasuke looked at her face and felt an
unmitigated stab of irritation. “This is your fault,” she snapped.
She was nonplussed. “Stop being a
baby,” she said, “It’s just a cut. It’ll scab over by tonight.”
He was about to tell her what else
was going to scab over tonight but then his mother appeared on the porch.
“Sasuke-kun!” she cried,
“Sakura-chan! Is everything alright?”
“Perfectly,” she replied, smiling,
but Mikoto was already crouched down beside him. “Oh, honey,” she said, “Are
you going to be alright?”
Beside her, Sakura looked on
incredulously; it wasn’t everyday that she got to watch a grown man being
pampered by his mother.
“Yes,” he said, and got up,
shaking his sleeve down to cover it up. Mikoto gave him a worried look, then
ushered them in. Sakura picked up her coat, dusted it off, and followed. From
the corner of his eye he gave her an appraising look and decided that his
father might have a bone to pick with his mother tonight.
Sakura squirmed in her knee-length,
form-fitting, sleeveless dress. The V of the neck scooped too low for her
comfort, and the flat pumps on her feet made her feel too tiny. Sasuke’s not so
discreet clinical assessment of her body made her hackles rise.
Trying to tamp down the sudden
urge to strangle him, she tried to keep a tight rein on her anger and
concentrated on her surroundings. The outside had been underrated enough that
she didn’t remember being overwhelmed and so was the inside.
Clearly, Mikoto had classy taste;
the interior had all the trappings of overbearing Baroque, except without being
oppressive. The colors were rich, the light was gold, and everything had an
antique look about it without being grotesquely loud.
As she entered the well-lit,
softly golden themed living room, she understood why Mikoto overcompensated
love for her children in a single glance.
On one side of the room, her
parents sat on an uncomfortable looking couch, looking intimidated and
On the other sat Itachi with a
stern-faced, grumpy looking man with graying hair.
“They’re here,” Mikoto announced
Sakura’s parents looked at her
with wide, pleading eyes, Itachi smiled and Uchiha Fugaku hummed, keeping his
posture overly stiff as he set his tea-cup back down, an air of self-believed
omniscience about him that you just had to roll your eyes at. Age lines tugged
below his eyes. He needed sleep. No, Sakura thought, he needed more than sleep.
He needed a life time of rest.
Awkward greetings were exchanged,
and polite small talk ensued.
“Have you thought of a
specialization?” Fukagu asked, surprising her.
She shrugged. “Not yet. I’m still
trying out new stuff.”
A long, tense silence ensued where
no one spoke. Thankfully, dinner was announced.
Sasuke had had enough interactions
with Sakura to know that her skin ran the gamut from a translucent white to
deep rose, depending on whether she was angry, tired or excited. Right now, her
face was a perfect paisley pink, which meant she was anxious.
The first course was laid down. Sasuke
sat all the way at the tail end of the table with Sakura on one side and Itachi
on the other. He could feel his Father’s eyes, subtle and discreet, waiting and
watching; judging. He had been on the receiving end of that gaze more times
than he could count.
“Sakura,” Fugaku said crisply, as
the table was being cleared for the second course, patting his mouth with a
napkin. “What can you cook?”
At his side, Sakura almost choked
on the hearty Chianti wine she was sipping from a glass. “What an utterly chauvinistic
supposition to make,” she berated, laughing. “Why do you assume that I can
Fugaku regarded her with
exaggerated gravity. “Because you are a woman, of course.”
“Are—are you serious?” she
sputtered. She stared at him in
speechless disbelief, half-convinced that he was deliberately goading her. “It
may surprise you to hear this, but not all women are born with a burning desire
to chop onions and grate cheese.”
“My wife,” he replied, “likes to
chop onions and grate cheese.”
Sakura regarded him with faint
impatience. “So does my father,” she gestured to Kizashi, who looked proud.
Fugaku gave her an oblique look,
but didn’t answer.
“Now,” she said, “I could go ahead
and assume that you’re some corporate honcho who pisses on dreams and cripples
souls,” said Sakura, smile almost mocking, “But since I don’t know you, I’m going to give you the
benefit of the doubt and let it go.”
Time came to a roaring stop.
Sasuke felt like his father would’ve said something, except…he was kind of
Sasuke, on the other hand was
coming to realize that Sakura was the kind of person who didn’t take crap from
anyone. If she felt insulted, she talked back. If she felt belittled, she tore
you a new one.
In his heart of hearts, Sasuke
felt a small kernel of grudging admiration unfurl. She had managed to do what
neither he nor his brother had never dared; strike his father inarticulate.
Later that night, in the privacy
of their room, Mikoto said to Fugaku, “Wasn’t she magnificent?”
And Fugaku stared at the jug of water
on the side table with the same enthusiasm as if he were looking at a dead
skunk. “She was.”
“It’s weird,” said Sakura,
balancing the phone between her shoulder and ear while looking at the ER
door, “watching a grown man sulk all
Ino laughed. It was a warm,
bubbly, happy laugh and it made Sakura feel good. “If I were into girls,” she
said, “I’d have married you looong ago, Ino-chan.”
“I’m flattered,” said Ino, and
Sakura could hear the smile in her voice, “but I’m not into huge foreheads.”
“Perfectionist,” Ino retorted. “So
what else did you do?”
“We set the engagement date,”
Ino screeched loud enough for all
dead emperors of China to hear and Sakura had to hold the phone away from her
ear. When she put it back Ino was screaming, “…when, when, when?”
“Whoa!” Ino breathed,
“Yeah,” said Sakura, feeling a
swarm of butterflies in her stomach.
“Four months. At the end of July.”
“How could I not be?”
“Wow,” Ino sighed, “You’re getting
Sakura’s stomach did a nervous
flip. “Yes, Ino,” she said, apprehensive now, “I am.”
“Did you tell Naruto and Hinata?”
“Yes,” Sakura sighed, feeling
world weary, “He’s not speaking to me.”
“I can beat him up for you,” Ino
“No thanks,” Sakura smiled, “He’ll
“How did—” Ino started, but Sakura
cut her off. “Gotta run, Ino,” she said, pulling out a fresh contamination
gown, “Emergency.” She didn’t wait for a reply and threw the phone at the
station. An ambulance had just pulled up.
She met Sasuke at a public park
the next day. She didn’t exactly like him, but she didn’t hate him with the
burning intensity of a thousand scorching suns anymore, either.
“Did you get it?” she asked as she
slid down on the bench beside him.
Solemnly, he handed her the cup of
“Thanks, honey,” she said
mockingly. “How’s your boo-boo?”
“God, you’re annoying,” he said,
“Does that turn you on?” she
asked, completely nonchalant.
Sasuke, felt a blush sear his cheeks. “No.” He managed, somehow, to jam more indignation into that one words than
other people would have in a whole speech.
“You’re a giant prude aren’t you?”
she laughed. “Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
“Why would you think that?” he
“Because,” she said, taking a long
sip of her drink and looking at him over the cup with crinkled eyes, “The big
man up there doesn’t make them any more anal than you.”
“Fuck you,” he said gravely.
“All in due time, Pookey Bear,”
“Please, stop,” he pleaded, and
she let out a small but hearty laugh. When he finally looked at her, she was
looking at him with a smile on her face, her eyes shining with it. It was a
warm smile—nothing like the pointed, razor sharp leers she’d subjected him to,
so far. He felt an uneasy tug in the vicinity of his chest and swallowed twice
to ease it.
“So,” she said finally, “Why’d you
ask me out?”
“I was—asked to court you,” he
“Oh,” she replied, that sparkle in
her eye suddenly snuffing out. “No need,” she said, almost flippantly. “We’re
way past that.”
“We aren’t,” he said, voice sepulchral.
She gave him a dubious look.
“Aaand you’d like to…what? Change that?”
“A little,” he muttered, fidgeting
“Then why do you sound like you’re
about to have a root canal?” she asked in a careful voice.
“It—,” he started, then stopped.
He looked a little lost for words and Sakura felt a pull of pity in a very
deep, dark corner of her heart.
“Then,” she said, almost kindly,
“I’ll tell you this; if someone asked me who I wanted to spend the rest of my
life with, I would’ve told them: with someone who understood that I’m not
“I do not expect you to be,” he
The smile she flashed him was
almost affectionate. “Also,” she said, teasingly, “I reaaaaally don’t like
“Duly noted.” This time, he gave
her half a smirk.
Two days before the engagement
Sakura finally broke down in a fit of helpless despair. Naruto still wasn’t
talking to her and no matter how many messages she left for him, no matter how
many texts she sent him and no matter how much Hinata coaxed him, he still wasn’t
willing to come around.
Brimming with agitation and an
incredible sense of foreboding, she siced Ino on him and called Sasuke.
“What is it?” he asked, wary.
“I just realized that I might be
crazy in love with you,” she answered, not being able to resist. She could hear
his longsuffering sigh all the way to her end and coupled with the
Naruto-shaped hole in her life right then, it made a lump form in her throat. A
breath shuddered out of her and she could feel the soft, silky sheen of tears
behind her eyes.
There was a moment of silence on
the other end, then, “Are you crying?”
An unexpected quiver wracked her
chest and tears started falling down her cheeks. “No,” she said in a thick, wet
voice, wiping the tears away with her free hand.
“What’s wrong?” breathed Sasuke on
the other, his voice tinged with alarm.
“Will you—would you,” she said
haltingly, trying to tamp down the tears, “My friend—my best friend isn’t
talking to me because I’m marrying you,” she finally managed to say.
“Oh,” he replied, and she could
feel the wary distrust in his tone.
“He thinks I’m making the biggest
mistake of my life,” she explained.
He didn’t say anything and she
felt her heart sink. “Do you think the same?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, his
voice so honest that she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“Neither do I,” she said, feeling
her heart ease a little. “Would you—mind meeting hi—them?”
If he would have wanted, he
could’ve let her off in the worst way imaginable. But he said, “Okay.” And in
the quiet of his voice, Sakura found a small bit of solace.
He was a little late, but
considering the short notice of her request, Sakura was just grateful he showed
up. “Ichiraku?” he asked flatly, looking at the sign dubiously.
“It was the only place Ino could
bring him without looking suspicious.”
He gave her a contemplative look
from the corner of his eye. “An old flame?”
Sakura cocked her face at him, startled. “The only
flame between Naruto and I is the one I will set him on fire with if he keeps
insisting on being an asshole.”
They went inside and Sakura
immediately spotted Naruto’s bright golden head of hair. Ino waved at them from
across the room and she led Sasuke to the table. Naruto, who’d been slurping
his noodles as if saving them from a certain death, looked up and promptly
choked on the broth. Hinata had to pound him on the back to get his windpipe to
“Sorry we’re late,” Sasuke said
with a curt nod as he pulled out a chair a motioned for Sakura to sit in. She
wondered if the chivalry was inbred or just a one time thing.
Ino’s mouth had dropped open at
her first good glimpse of Sasuke. He wore jeans and a dark blazer with an
open-necked shirt. Objectively, Sakura knew what she saw; the tall, dark,
whatever-ness; the gorgeous face, the sexy, lean, body that was custom-made for
all kinds of sin—who cared? The only thing concerning her right then was Naruto
and his sparkly eyed glare.
“Sakura-chan,” he hissed
accusingly, and gave Ino and Hinata a wounded look that would’ve given any
puppy a serious run for its money. His eyes, usually brimming with a merry glow
were shooting proverbial darts of angry accusation.
“Naruto,” she started, but he held
up a hand to stop her.
Instead, he directed his gaze at
Sasuke. “Are you the asshole she’s signing away her life to?”
A short moment of dead silence
hung over the table as one pair of bright blue, angry, twinkling eyes stared
back at a pair of dark, narrowed, decidedly homicidal eyes.
“She, is her own person,” said Sasuke with polite disdain. “She
makes her own choices. I only gave her an opportunity. She was smart enough to
Naruto bristled. He’d done his
research; and not just of the internet variety. Most people would only think
that behind his handsome façade was a trail or broken hearts and shattered
marital aspirations that would make any sensible person with an unmarried
female relation shudder. But Naruto knew that behind his flawless, pristine and
much publicized rapport was a sealed file with a legit criminal record. He was
the last man he wanted his beloved Sakura-chan to show interest in.
Hinata put a calming hand on his
forearm. Her eyes flitted nervously between the two men and off in the
distance, Ino swore she heard a snake rattle. He put his hand on top of hers
and squeezed reassuringly.
“You certainly have an inflamed
case of ‘you’re-full-of yourself!” Naruto shot angrily.
“Oh, God,” said Sakura, rolling
her eyes in frustration. “Naruto, please stop being dramatic.”
“I—I’m not!” he sputtered.
“You are!” she shot back. “Why
can’t you just be happy for me?”
“Because,” he argued, “When you
marry someone, it should be because you love
them!” His eyes flitted to Hinata and his mouth curved at the corner in the
barest hint of a smile. She smiled back and for the first time in days, Naruto
turned and looked directly into Sakura’s eyes. “It should be because you’ve met
someone who would sweep you off your feet!”
“Oh, Naruto.” Sakura sighed, eyes
fierce and sure. “I don’t want to
meet someone who’d sweep me off my feet,” she said, “because one, that would
hurt. And two—that would mean I’m clumsy.”
Ino giggled and Naruto shot her a
dirty look and looked at Hinata pleadingly.
“Sakura-chan,” said Hinata softly,
“Won’t you please reconsider?”
Surprised by the earnest entreaty
in her voice, Sakura looked on, kind of speechless. But apparently, Sasuke had
had enough. “She’s made up her mind already,” he snapped, “It would do you well
to accept her decision, dead last,” he said, eyes affixed on Naruto.
Sakura opened her mouth, fully
intending to cut Sasuke down to size, but to everyone’s utmost surprise, it was
Hinata who spoke up.
“Isn’t it extremely presumptuous
of you, to answer on her behalf?” she asked almost icily. Her once frowning
eyes held Sasuke’s in a steady stare.
Everyone knew that it was
notoriously difficult to get Hinata pissed off, but Sasuke seemed to have a
penchant for achieving the nearly impossible.
Perched on the comfortable chair,
Hinata looked like a demented pixie about to unleash holy hell. Her hair was
pulled back sharply, her eyes a bright, terrifying silver. A thin slash formed
on her lips. Her fingers curled on the table cloth like razor sharp claws ready
to dig in.
Ino, Sakura and Naruto gave each
other a three way worried glance. Sasuke didn’t seem to see the proverbial pit
he was digging himself into. “Isn’t that what you lot are doing already?” he
“We are her friends. We care.”
“She’s an adult. She gets to make
her own choices.”
“Okay, people,” Sakura
interrupted, “All of you need to stop. Now.”
Suddenly losing all her steam,
Hinata looked like a Chihuahua who’d been barking at a pit bull and just
realized there was no car window between them. Naruto held on to her hand
Everyone looked at Sakura
“I am fully aware that this man,”
she gestured to Sasuke, “is a prude, a workaholic, an uptight ass and a person
who likes to be in charge all the time,” she continued to three sets of
disbelieving eyes, “but rest assured, if he wrongs me in any way I would throw
him out on the streets, set him on fire and make sure no one even spits on
him,” she concluded affably.
“…Your insolence teeters on the
brink of endearing,” said Sasuke, face pinched in distress.
Naruto stared back at them, his
expression sour, as though he’d just swallowed five lemons consecutively. “Has
he told you about his stint in the local gang?” he asked quietly.
Sasuke, who’d always had to
struggle with a short fuse felt a sudden, burning desire to strangle Naruto. A
deep tic formed in his brow, making his face hurt as he attempted to rein in
his irritation. There was no reply he could form, only the harsh grinding of
teeth and a menacing aura that Naruto seemed to be naturally impervious to. He
was so busy plotting unsuspecting murder that it surprised him when Sakura put
her hand on his thigh under the table.
“Naruto,” she said, and the
stillness in her voice was like the calm before the storm. “Why would you know
Naruto cast his eyes away.
Sakura heaved a disappointed sigh.
“This was a mistake,” she muttered down at the table. “I’m getting engaged in
two days,” she told the table at large, “and I would like all of you to be
Then she got up and said, “C’mon
Sasuke,” and walked out of the restaurant.
“That went well,” said Ino, who’d
kept her mouth shut the entire conversation. Now she leaned forward and fixed
Sasuke with a smile like the whole sky had cracked open and poured sunlight on
the world. “Welcome to the family,” she said, “Also, I would like you to know
that if you ever hurt Sakura, your face would have a very close encounter with
my hand—most probably of the bitch-slap variety.”
“You’re all insane,” said Sasuke,
eyeing the ensemble at the table with barely restrained anger, wariness and
“We’ll see you at the party,” Ino
waved him off with the breezy assurance.
He found Sakura leaning on the
side of his car.
“I’m sorry,” she said, as soon as
he was within hearing range. “Naruto has poor impulse control, and he’s too
protective for his own good.”
He regarded her silently for a
moment. She looked genuinely contrite, but in that moment, his pride was
immoveable. “He had no right.”
“No,” said Sakura, “he didn’t.” She
was beginning to discover that Sasuke was the kind of person who carried around
tension like responsibility. She felt
bad, taking in the rigid set of his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything. The temper
he rarely acknowledged swirled up so fast, so huge it choked his words.
“I’m really sorry,” she said again
and something in his mind snapped.
“You’re sorry?” he hissed, “For
violating my privacy? For sticking your nose into something that is not your
business? For being a prying,” he stopped, took a deep breath, and thought
about not saying anything, but his mouth had a mind of its own, “ bitch?”
Her eyes flashed, and expressions
changed her face in a fleeting panorama of emotions. Then finally, her chin
jutted, her head angled and if she were tall enough, she would’ve been looking
down her nose at him with hawkish severity. “I know you’re angry,” she started,
“but that does not give you the right to start calling me names.” She paused, drilled
him with a glare and saw him tense a little more at the forbidding look on her
face. “And if you ever call me that again,” she walked closer so that her face
was tipped up and level with his nose, “I will shove your dick in your mouth
and make you choke on it. Understand?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
Instead, she stalked off down the road to a tiny blue VW and sat on its bumper,
leaving him stunned, speechless and a little staggered. Somewhere in between
her threat of asphyxiation by neuterization, the rage seemed to have seeped out
of him. In its place was an icy shame licking its way up his chest. He had
never been particularly fond of that time in his life, and to have it thrust in
his face in that manner had been…kind of a rude awakening.
He saw Sakura’s profile, looking
wilted and limp, staring into the gold lighted windows of the Ichiraku
He shifted awkwardly on his feet
not entirely sure what he could look at without feeling gut wrenching guilt. So
he steeled himself against the impending conversation and walked to her.
Apologies had never come easy to him.
“You can leave,” she said, her
voice coming in crisp, curt tones. “I’ll catch a ride with Ino. They’ll be out
any second now.”
“That—that time in my life—,” he
started, and everything about her softened—her eyes, mouth, voice. She let out
a soft exhale, forgiving him as abruptly as she’d become angry.
“You don’t owe me an explanation
Sasuke,” she said. “What Naruto did was stupid, but he was only looking out for
me. I can’t hate him for that.”
“I know,” he said, “And I’m
sorry.” He lowered his lashes and willed away the heat suffusing into his
cheeks. “I was out of line.”
With a weary sigh, she tossed back
her tangled pink hair, hooking it over one ear. “You were, and I accept your
“Would you please get in the car
now?” he asked, still not meeting her eyes.
Stiffly smiling her assent, she
allowed him to escort her to the car.
That night, Sakura fixed up two of
the minor trauma patients that showed at the ER and helped her attending operate
on a woman with Subdural Hematoma, who
showed up at five in the morning. At eight, she made her usual rounds and was
finally relieved of her shift when her colleague showed up. She was grateful
for the never ending tasks and constant bustle of the hospital.
It meant she didn’t have time to
second guess herself.
But as she finally lay down on the
bed and closed her eyes against the dim sunlight that managed to penetrate the
curtains she couldn’t run away from her thoughts. She thought about all the
ways her life could go wrong, of all the ways Sasuke and his family could
stifle her without anyone being any wiser. She talked a big game, but in the
end what would she be able to do, she thought, if Sasuke decided that his fist
wanted to have a close encounter with her face?
She swallowed hard, feeling her
heart beat faster. That’s why she’d had the contract drawn, she tried to
reassure herself. If he tried to hurt her, she would make sure he would have a
legal hell to pay.
When she finally fell asleep, she
dreamed of Mikoto’s lovely smile hiding pointed teeth and Sasuke holding a
dagger to her back.
The venue for the engagement was
the Grand Ballroom of the Uchiha Estate itself. From the outside, it looked
like a homey little cottage that housed a few extra bedrooms, but the inside
was as decadent as a chocolate lava cake. Smack in the center of the house,
surrounded by an outcropping of corridors extending like beams of the sun, was
a giant expanse of a room that could entertain up to quite a few hundred
Sasuke stood beneath the giant
monstrosity of a chandelier that dropped from the ceiling in uneven circular
tiers. If it were any other room it might have been over the top, but given
Mikoto’s penchant for everything flawless, it just enhanced the character of
the hall. A steady stream of guests were slowly trickling in and by his side,
he could feel Sakura fidgeting with nerves.
Under the golden light, smack in
the middle of the room, he felt like an exhibit. And so, he guessed, did Sakura.
The hall was decked out in white roses and tulle. Fairy lights winked
surreptitiously, threaded in a clandestine way that made the room look like an
enchanted fairy tale. It was magnificent.
Sasuke knew that tonight was a
night of utter pomp and ceremony. He looked around the room. Mikoto was
flitting around from one person to another like a butterfly, but her smile,
Sasuke noticed, was radiant. He felt his chest unclench a little. Fugaku was
huddled in a shadowy corner with Grandfather Izuna, who looked a little worse
for wear; hunched with age, skin sagging and hair white, but his eyes were
clear as crystal, black as onyx and sharp as razor. He was staring at Sakura
and the deep ridge in his brow showed his disapproval. Sasuke felt a small
surge of protectiveness. It was unbidden, but not unwelcome, so he looked at
her from the corner of his eye to make sure she was alright.
She wore an emerald green off the
shoulder number that flowed all the way down to her feet, her hair was tied up
in a loose chignon and her eyes were wide and had a maniacal gleam to them.
“Second thoughts?” he asked with a
slight quirk of his lip.
“You wish,” she bit out through a
tight smile, then looked around the room worriedly. He followed her gaze and it
landed on no one in particular. He frowned. Except for her parents, the only
people he knew from her side were her friends, and they weren’t there. He
didn’t say anything.
“Aw, man,” said a familiar voice
from behind, “You two look like those stupid figurines on top of one of those
monster wedding cakes. All that’s missing is a plastic sheen.”
Sasuke turned around in time to
see Karin smack Suigetsu upside the head. “Hey,” she said, grinning, looking
first at him, then at Sakura.
He nodded once, politely.
“Hi,” said Sakura, sounding a
“I’m Karin,” said Karin, extending
a perfectly manicured hand and smiling sharply. “And that,” she pointed the
thumb of her other hand in his direction, “is Suigetsu.” Sakura took it and they shook.
“Sakura,” she said, introducing
“It’s funny because you kind of
remind me of spring,” said Suigetsu, flashing all his pointed teeth in a good
“Um, thanks?” said Sakura
Karin flashed him a mean looking
glance from the corner of her eye. “Ignore him,” she told Sakura, crossing her
arms across her chest. “He’s an idiot.”
“I know a few of those,” replied
Sakura, her expression wry and amused.
Sasuke got the feeling that this
moment might mark the beginning of a veritable friendship that he might come to
regret. The moment passed when Suigetsu said, “We’re the only friends this
loser has. And if you break his heart, we might just break you.”
“Huh,” said Sakura, “I would like
to see you try.” She could feel her temper boiling just beneath a fine veneer
of anxiety, and Suigetsu’s sarcastically amused expression was suddenly irking
her to no end.
“Suigetsu,” drawled Sasuke, and
there was no mistaking the threat in his voice.
Suigetsu raised his arms in
perfunctory surrender, never losing his smile. “Just giving you a heads up.”
“Ugh,” groaned Karin. “Sorry about
that,” she said, looking more annoyed than contrite. Then she shot Sakura a
quick glance and her glasses flashed. “I like you, Sakura. But I’m not the best
judge of character. So rest assured, you hurt him? There will be hell to pay.”
In the wake of the awkward
silence, Karin and Suigetsu walked off.
“Nice friends you got there,” she
said slowly, carefully.
“They’re idiots,” he said, a light
blush suffusing his cheeks. Sakura was noticing that Sasuke had a hard time
owning up to emotional attachment, no matter how much he cared about those
“They’re idiots who care for you,”
she said, a light scold in her tone, “You should appreciate them more.”
“Hn,” he said noncommittally, not
meeting her eyes. Then frowning, he nodded in the direction of the door. “Your
The relief Sakura felt at the
sight of Naruto with Hinata at one arm and Ino on the other, looking like a
complete douche to anyone who didn’t know them, was staggering. She felt her
throat clog and her eyes water. She blinked the sudden tears away and waved at
Immediately spotting her, Ino
extracted her arm and power walked to them in heels the length of skyscrapers.
“Happy engagement Forehead girl,” she beamed. “Sasuke-kun,” she nodded curtly.
By then, Naruto and Hinata had
made their way to them.
“You came,” she whispered, tearing
a little again and promptly blinking them away.
“Of course, Sakura-chan,” said
Hinata, softly smiling. She didn’t acknowledge Sasuke.
Everyone looked at Naruto, not
knowing what to expect. He looked at Sakura, apprehensive and fidgety. His
smile came slow and hesitant, but it came. “Sakura-chan!” he cried, opening his
arms wide for a hug which Sakura eagerly walked into. Naruto’s hugs were always
warm, but this one had an extra bit of sunshine and praline in it. It made
Sakura feel loved and she squeezed her eyes shut against the relief of having
Naruto with her again. Reluctantly she let him go and stepped back at Sasuke’s
Naruto looked at him and his face
darkened with a storm that seemed to come out of nowhere. Then he smiled his
cool, fuck-off-and-die smile that he’d only ever used at Hidan, their Theology
TA at college. “Hurt her, and you die,” he said in an ominous tone, speaking
right through his smile.
“Naruto-kun,” said Hinata
worriedly, pressing her hand to his chest. Naruto caught it in his own and
Sasuke nodded impassively and
Naruto’s shoulder’s seeped of all the tension. His grin was back and so was the
sparkle in his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re getting married Sakura-chan!”
“Oh who is that hunk!” asked Ino,
pointing at Itachi.
Naruto made a face. “Go away, Ino-chan!”
Sakura smiled, feeling her insides
relaxing all the way. She had Naruto. She had Ino. And she had Hinata. If
anyone messed with her, she knew they would always have her back.
The press, who Sakura had assumed
would be a crowd all wild and out of control, was surprisingly organized. That
was what Sakura assumed, until they started asking the questions; Is this
marriage out of love? Why would an Uchiha marry a no one? What kind of business
transaction was this? When was the wedding? What was she going to wear?
On and on it went. Some, she
countered, some she couldn’t; all the while the Uchiha’s had her back.
When the reporters began peppering
them with questions that bordered on offensive, Itachi held up both hands and
smiled affectionately. That smile, Sakura thought, walked a thin line between
empathy and condescension.
“I think that is enough,” he said,
and no one spoke otherwise. There was an immense charisma with which he held
himself, an aura of such unmitigated authority that one could never defy. You
did not want this man as your enemy, thought Sakura.
She was assured that no one would
interfere with her life. The Uchiha had been a part Konoha nobility, and were
philanthropists who needed the press to bend parties to their advantage. That
was the only reason the conference had been held.
Nevertheless, as Sasuke dropped
Sakura at her house, she felt a tight little acorn of worry in her belly. She
bit her lip and worried if she’s made the worst mistake of her life. The ring
on the finger of her left hand felt heavy. So did the weight on her shoulders.
“It’s going to be fine,” said
Sasuke, breaking her out of her thoughts. She could only see his profile. He
was looking straight ahead, face impassive, but somehow, the tone of his voice
reassured her. It hit her then, like a freight truck; she was going to spend
the rest of her life with this man,
she was going to kiss him, sleep with him, eat with him, have his children and
she knew next to nothing about him.
She let out a manic peel of
laughter and he looked at her from the corner of his eye. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, feeling
the acorn grow into an orange. “What’s your favorite color?”
He gave her a sideway glance. “Are
“I’m fine. Color?”
“I’ve never thought about it.
“Oh. Well, what’s your favorite
“That is not food,” she replied, trepidation
churning in her stomach.
“It is. What’s wrong with you?”
“Why are you suddenly asking all
“Because I know nothing about
you!” she cried, feeling the orange evolve into a football. Her stomach heaved
and a wave of nausea crawled up her throat. “Stop! Stop the car!”
“Because,” she shot, angry and panicked, “I’m going to throw up!”
Looking alarmed, Sasuke eased the
car to the side of the road. Sakura shot out of the side and heaved on the side
of the road. Another wave of nausea hit her hard and she crouched down, feeling
nothing beyond the heaving of her stomach and the tightness of her throat. She
retched a few more times before finally leaning back, breathing hard and losing
her footing. She fell back and thumped into Sasuke, who caught her. They caught
each other’s eye and Sakura let herself lean on his chest. Her legs felt wobbly
so she let them rest on the asphalt and closed her eyes in relief as the
She could feel Sasuke’s chest
falling and rising beneath her back, his breath on the side of her neck. There
was a fine sheen of cold sweat on her face and body and the gown itched with
the wetness of it. “Sorry about that,” she muttered. “Just give me a minute.”
“Aa,” he said, not letting go of
After a few moments of silence,
she pried herself away from Sasuke, leaning her hands on the road and turning
her head to look at him. He was pressed against the side of his car, legs bent
at awkward angles that would’ve been painful to sit on for as long as she’d
taken. Something in her mind unwound. She took a deep breath and hauled herself
to her feet in a wobbly manner.
“Thank you,” she said. Alarmed by the way her voice fractured on
each word, he reached out and put a hand on her arm. She let him pull her to
him. He peered into her face, looking worried. “Okay?” he asked, and the fact
that there was no bite in his tone made Sakura close her eyes in gratitude.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Then without warning, he shrugged
out of his jacket and held it out so she could slip her arms through the
sleeves. “Your teeth are chattering.”
She hadn’t realized. “You’re a
He raised a dubious brow.
“Don’t worry. I haven’t figured
out how nice, yet.”