i like watching fireworks on a ferris wheel with someone i like.
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pairing: sasuke/sakura + some lulz
summary: sakura likes writing letters, apparently. a lot.
notes: because fourforyou is the worst influence ever. ever.
Roses are red, pickles are green
I like your legs, and what’s in between
Love,
Your dearest Sakura-chan
When Naruto read the pink letter that smelled faintly of perfume, he turned and glared at Sasuke. “Dude, keep your girlfriend on a leash.”
Snatching the piece of paper away from him, Sasuke grumbled, “I can’t when Ino’s in possession of her.” And not like he’d want to, anyway-when Sakura was with Ino, that usually meant that they were drinking, which meant she’d be drunk, which never meant good things. Never.
It was late evening, and Sasuke and Naruto were walking back into the compound, until they heard some shuffling in the bushes. Immediately on edge, Sasuke grabbed a kunai from his holster, at the ready.
Until he heard giggling.
Sighing and storing away his kunai, Sasuke called out, “We can hear you, Sakura. Come out.”
“Oh, thanks for caring about me!” Ino shouted as she came out of the bushes with his girlfriend. “Because in your perfect little world, I don’t exist!”
“Yeah, actually, you don’t. And I’d rather it stay that way.”
Sakura ran up to him, and Sasuke braced himself for the incoming glomp. But it never came.
“Sasuke-kun!” she shrieked, snatching the letter from him. “Why do you have this? And why did you open it?” Her hair was frazzled and she was breathing heavily. Definitely drunk.
“You wrote it for me,” he explained calmly.
“No, it wasn’t for you,” she said, regarding him with almost-disgust. “Did you even read who it was addressed to?”
Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who was the one who opened the letter. “No.”
Flipping the envelope over, she all but shoved it in his face. “Itachi, Sasuke-kun. Itachi. The letter is for Itachi.” The way she enunciated his brother’s name made him feel like a child who didn’t understand anything.
Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who looked indignant. “Well, how was I supposed to know that Sakura-chan secretly has the hots for your brother?”
“It’s actually kind of obvious,” Ino said, not helpfully. “Everyone has the hots for Itachi.”
Sakura, meanwhile, seemed to be struggling with putting the letter back into the envelope. “Dammit, paper is so inconvenient these days…” She wandered off in the direction of the compound-and Uchiha Itachi-still trying to fit the letter back in.
Sasuke looked at Ino, who smiled innocently at him. “I hate you.”
pairing: sasuke/sakura + some lulz
summary: sakura likes writing letters, apparently. a lot.
notes: because fourforyou is the worst influence ever. ever.
Roses are red, pickles are green
I like your legs, and what’s in between
Love,
Your dearest Sakura-chan
When Naruto read the pink letter that smelled faintly of perfume, he turned and glared at Sasuke. “Dude, keep your girlfriend on a leash.”
Snatching the piece of paper away from him, Sasuke grumbled, “I can’t when Ino’s in possession of her.” And not like he’d want to, anyway-when Sakura was with Ino, that usually meant that they were drinking, which meant she’d be drunk, which never meant good things. Never.
It was late evening, and Sasuke and Naruto were walking back into the compound, until they heard some shuffling in the bushes. Immediately on edge, Sasuke grabbed a kunai from his holster, at the ready.
Until he heard giggling.
Sighing and storing away his kunai, Sasuke called out, “We can hear you, Sakura. Come out.”
“Oh, thanks for caring about me!” Ino shouted as she came out of the bushes with his girlfriend. “Because in your perfect little world, I don’t exist!”
“Yeah, actually, you don’t. And I’d rather it stay that way.”
Sakura ran up to him, and Sasuke braced himself for the incoming glomp. But it never came.
“Sasuke-kun!” she shrieked, snatching the letter from him. “Why do you have this? And why did you open it?” Her hair was frazzled and she was breathing heavily. Definitely drunk.
“You wrote it for me,” he explained calmly.
“No, it wasn’t for you,” she said, regarding him with almost-disgust. “Did you even read who it was addressed to?”
Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who was the one who opened the letter. “No.”
Flipping the envelope over, she all but shoved it in his face. “Itachi, Sasuke-kun. Itachi. The letter is for Itachi.” The way she enunciated his brother’s name made him feel like a child who didn’t understand anything.
Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who looked indignant. “Well, how was I supposed to know that Sakura-chan secretly has the hots for your brother?”
“It’s actually kind of obvious,” Ino said, not helpfully. “Everyone has the hots for Itachi.”
Sakura, meanwhile, seemed to be struggling with putting the letter back into the envelope. “Dammit, paper is so inconvenient these days…” She wandered off in the direction of the compound-and Uchiha Itachi-still trying to fit the letter back in.
Sasuke looked at Ino, who smiled innocently at him. “I hate you.”