LOG: Sakura and Sasuke
Who: Sakura and Sasuke
When: January 4th in the mid-afternoon
Where: Sasuke's house
Why: Sasuke went and got himself a case of the common cold, and Sakura wanted to visit him with some tomato soup and a little company. Many... unusual things may result from this, so if you want to watch? Don't expect the typical. It's us writing this, remember?
It was three in the afternoon when Sasuke decided to emerge from his small hiatus from the modern world, just so he could efficiently nurse himself back to health. He had a thick, patchwork quilt (guaranteed as handwoven and created with care from the indigenous people who worked at the sweatshop for IKEA) covering his curled-up form on the bed, wearing nothing but a black tank tee and grey sweatpants that has been well-worn and slightly smelling of fresh sweat and the fabric softener scent from his bed sheets. There was a small heap of used tissue by the nightstand, and most of the mountain covered his laptop, cool and snapped shut from days of unuse. The same box of Zicam cough spray that he photographed and put cryptically on his blog was the fixation of his current sight. He did nothing but stare at the now opened box, damning himself for spending $11.99 for something that only worked for ten minutes, then dissipated. But him and Itachi were in a hurry to get home after leaving the airport, and what Sasuke initially thought was a meaningless tingle of the throat later turned out into a full-blown cold.
All he could think about while being curled so snugly in the warm bed, and feeling the wheezing sound from every movement of his heaving chest, was making sure Itachi had no idea he was ill. Not that it was a bad thing. He didn't want to bother his older sibling with this. Itachi was relaxed and actually content from their small trip together, and Sasuke selflessly dared not to ruin the post-trip high that his brother deserved so much.
That is the one thing the younger Uchiha noticed about himself in the last month. How he spent less time worrying about what happened to himself and thought far more on others. He actually felt guilt not spending Christmas and New Year's with his girlfriend. Sakura always was a proud person, and would never complain about her disappointment not much to at all. But he wanted to impress the pink-haired girl with the one other thing that was decided upon after their little trip to Los Angeles together: give her more of his undivided attention.
Not only did his brother teach him certain levels of patience, these lessons started growing his resolve to understand what it meant to be there for someone else. Regardless of how much both their busy lives crippled any sort of desire to maintain their relationship, Sakura always appeared with a smile on her face and spoke warmly to Sasuke whenever she was freed up, as if she was warmly welcoming the raven back into her life multiple times. And Sasuke would start feeling some guilt for repeatedly finding companionship elsewhere, whenever the loneliness got really bad.
... Here he is, feeling like crap all over, and thinking depressing thoughts.
Itachi wasn't home at the moment, but the younger Uchiha did remind Sakura on the phone of a spare key carefully masqued under a weave front door mat. Not doubting his brother to follow simple instructions, but Sasuke did wonder whether or not the eldest brother did put the key there before he left. Either way, he was frankly happy to even see Sakura again. Greece was wonderful, and especially alone with Itachi, but he still missed his girlfriend. And it was an ironic thing- while the two brothers explored ancient ruins and time-weathered artifacts, Sasuke couldn't help but to imagine Sakura's expression to it all. Honestly, the girl would have been in heaven being surrounded by such beautiful art. He made it a mission to go with her to one of San Francisco's art and history museums, just so he can see that excited and interested expression.
Speaking of which, he needed to look half-decent. Looking over at the wall-clock, it was a quarter to five. Time flew by far too quickly for his tastes. Sasuke disdainfully heaved off the quilt, and lurched off the bed, hissing smally as his feet hit the cold, wooden floor. Trying to adjust to the cold air, the Uchiha rubbed his hands on the sides of his arms as he let his feet lead him out the bedroom and into the neighbouring bathroom.
He was going to wash his face, comb out his locks, and brush his teeth to get rid of that disgusting "sick" taste out of his mouth. No dressing up or looking neat. He's sick, and Sakura will understand if he looks his worst.
When: January 4th in the mid-afternoon
Where: Sasuke's house
Why: Sasuke went and got himself a case of the common cold, and Sakura wanted to visit him with some tomato soup and a little company. Many... unusual things may result from this, so if you want to watch? Don't expect the typical. It's us writing this, remember?
It was three in the afternoon when Sasuke decided to emerge from his small hiatus from the modern world, just so he could efficiently nurse himself back to health. He had a thick, patchwork quilt (guaranteed as handwoven and created with care from the indigenous people who worked at the sweatshop for IKEA) covering his curled-up form on the bed, wearing nothing but a black tank tee and grey sweatpants that has been well-worn and slightly smelling of fresh sweat and the fabric softener scent from his bed sheets. There was a small heap of used tissue by the nightstand, and most of the mountain covered his laptop, cool and snapped shut from days of unuse. The same box of Zicam cough spray that he photographed and put cryptically on his blog was the fixation of his current sight. He did nothing but stare at the now opened box, damning himself for spending $11.99 for something that only worked for ten minutes, then dissipated. But him and Itachi were in a hurry to get home after leaving the airport, and what Sasuke initially thought was a meaningless tingle of the throat later turned out into a full-blown cold.
All he could think about while being curled so snugly in the warm bed, and feeling the wheezing sound from every movement of his heaving chest, was making sure Itachi had no idea he was ill. Not that it was a bad thing. He didn't want to bother his older sibling with this. Itachi was relaxed and actually content from their small trip together, and Sasuke selflessly dared not to ruin the post-trip high that his brother deserved so much.
That is the one thing the younger Uchiha noticed about himself in the last month. How he spent less time worrying about what happened to himself and thought far more on others. He actually felt guilt not spending Christmas and New Year's with his girlfriend. Sakura always was a proud person, and would never complain about her disappointment not much to at all. But he wanted to impress the pink-haired girl with the one other thing that was decided upon after their little trip to Los Angeles together: give her more of his undivided attention.
Not only did his brother teach him certain levels of patience, these lessons started growing his resolve to understand what it meant to be there for someone else. Regardless of how much both their busy lives crippled any sort of desire to maintain their relationship, Sakura always appeared with a smile on her face and spoke warmly to Sasuke whenever she was freed up, as if she was warmly welcoming the raven back into her life multiple times. And Sasuke would start feeling some guilt for repeatedly finding companionship elsewhere, whenever the loneliness got really bad.
... Here he is, feeling like crap all over, and thinking depressing thoughts.
Itachi wasn't home at the moment, but the younger Uchiha did remind Sakura on the phone of a spare key carefully masqued under a weave front door mat. Not doubting his brother to follow simple instructions, but Sasuke did wonder whether or not the eldest brother did put the key there before he left. Either way, he was frankly happy to even see Sakura again. Greece was wonderful, and especially alone with Itachi, but he still missed his girlfriend. And it was an ironic thing- while the two brothers explored ancient ruins and time-weathered artifacts, Sasuke couldn't help but to imagine Sakura's expression to it all. Honestly, the girl would have been in heaven being surrounded by such beautiful art. He made it a mission to go with her to one of San Francisco's art and history museums, just so he can see that excited and interested expression.
Speaking of which, he needed to look half-decent. Looking over at the wall-clock, it was a quarter to five. Time flew by far too quickly for his tastes. Sasuke disdainfully heaved off the quilt, and lurched off the bed, hissing smally as his feet hit the cold, wooden floor. Trying to adjust to the cold air, the Uchiha rubbed his hands on the sides of his arms as he let his feet lead him out the bedroom and into the neighbouring bathroom.
He was going to wash his face, comb out his locks, and brush his teeth to get rid of that disgusting "sick" taste out of his mouth. No dressing up or looking neat. He's sick, and Sakura will understand if he looks his worst.