Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ [AU] Tales Underneath A Cherry Blossom Tree [AU] ❯ SUSH - 02 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 2: Ups and Downs of Well-Thrown Parties

 

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Getting into the formal dinner was fairly easy for the two party-crashers, all thanks to two convenient factors:

 

One: The guards blocking the entrance had immediately let them inside, knowing that an Uchiha's anger is a force not to be reckoned with, even if they were enemies of the Haruno's.

 

Two: They were shinobi, for Kami's sake! They could get in and out of anything with ease.

 

Ah yes, they were very good reasons indeed.

 

The two ANBU leaders had to admit, for rivals, the Haruno's could put on a decent party! Lanterns and soft lights adorned the trees and bushes, illuminating the entire courtyard. The grass looked freshly cut, making a decent sized dance floor for couples in the center. The buffet line was set close to the back of the manor, while tables and chairs were propped up on either sides of the dance floor.

 

With the soft orchestra music filled the area, the blonde ditched his friend for the food while the raven-haired leaned against a nearby tree, his mind wandering once again.

 

Why…

 

Why did she reject him?

 

Why was it that Ino Yamanaka accepted the lazy bastard Shikamaru, a mere Jounin, and not himself, Sasuke Uchiha, one of the Black Ops? Did she not realize that he had chosen her out of all of those air head, fan girls to be his?

 

Sasuke was smart, handsome, rich…but was he really that bad at `wooing women', as his blonde friend told him? Maybe he was too distant with others…but he could change, just for her, too!

 

Jeez, what the hell did Shikamaru Nara have that he didn't?

 

The Uchiha then wondered why he agreed to coming to this lame shindig in the first place.

 

“Kami, I wish that this night would just end already!”

 

Well, that was what he wanted, but those words didn't come from his mouth!

 

A sweet, melodic sigh interrupted all thinking processes. As his eyes met the owner, she…she was…a…

 

Beautiful. Little. Angel.

 

There she was, standing next to the table, setting her punch cup aside; soft, pink locks were pulled back with a clear elastic band, revealing sparkling, emerald eyes. The soft evening breeze picked up a little, causing her green silk qipao to flutter around her illuminating legs.

 

Sasuke's heart raced; where did such a beautiful creature come from? And, to his good advantage, she was not even aware of being watched…Crimson quickly flushed through his cheeks, and his eyes widening at her every movement.

 

Hold on, wait a minute…Uchihas NEVER blush from the sight of women. Hell, not even Yamanaka made him feel like this.

 

Wait, what did Yamanaka look like again? Definitely not like this, he mused. Shrugging that idea aside, he smirked, slowly walking behind the young maiden.

 

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Sakura frowned sighing deeply as she looked up at the full moon.

 

“Kawaii…” she muttered, resting a hand on the table. As she reached for her cup, she felt her hand taken from the table and onto another person's hand.

 

Dark, bottomless eyes met startled emerald. She eyed him up and down, from his spiky raven locks to his royal blue dress shirt to the dark slacks and shoes he wore with it.

 

Whoever he was…damn, he was fine! And tall, too…she barely reached his shoulders.

 

After what seemed an eternity of silence, Sasuke spoke in a low, gentle manner.

 

“Good evening, koishii,” he raised her hand, kissing the beautiful fingers attached to it.

 

Already blushing madly at his recent act, Sakura's face reddened even further, replying with a soft, “Good evening to you, too, sir.”

 

Rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, the amused and excited man cautiously stepped closer, not taking his eyes off of the female in front of him. If it was possible, visiblesparkswould of began to fly everywhere between the couple, as they took in each other's beauty, sparkle, and shadow.

 

Sasuke couldn't handle it anymore.

 

“Hmm…” he whispered, leaning closer to her face.

 

“W-what? Pardon me, but—”

 

“Hush.”

 

Sakura's mind immediately shut down at his command; her entire being had turned into goo as her mysterious gentleman captured her luscious lips. He pulled back, onyx eyes half-lidded, before kissing her once more.

 

This time, she was prepared and responded immediately, closing her eyes as her two arms wrapped around his shoulders, slowly making their way to the back of his neck. His arms, in return, circled around her waist, pulling her even closer.

 

He smirked at her responding actions. “Hn.”

 

What had started out almost innocent started losing its gentleness. Sasuke slowly dragged his tongue over her closed lips, receiving both an entrance and a moan; he was tasting the sweet flavor of heaven. Tongues danced while slender fingers reached his scalp, feeling the softness of his hair…

 

…and before her hands could reach the ends, the young girl was taken away by an unknown person.

 

Sasuke's eyes snapped open, confused and very, very pissed at the individual who had taken his girl away from him. Trying his best not to change his eye color, he looked at the blonde woman, tugging his newfound love away.

 

“Sakura, your mother and father wish to see you,” Tsunade said softly, honey-coated eyes matching the cold glare of the Uchiha.

 

Pouting, the rosette flounced away, stopping only a moment to give an apologetic smile to Sasuke, before disappearing in a crowd of adults. Only then did he snap out of his daze, and called out to the lady who started to retreat.

 

“Madame…!”

 

“Hai?”

 

“Who is she?” Sasuke asked bluntly, the curiosity getting the better of him.

 

Well, curiosity always killed the cat. This time, however, it gave the poor feline a good beating and torture before ending its life.

 

“Why, she is Sakura Haruno, the only daughter of Hideki and Ayame Haruno. Now, if you'll excuse me,” Tsunade bowed, “I have a date with two glasses of sake to attend to.”

 

Sasuke sat down, barely missing the chair underneath him, frozen in shock.

 

To be surprised of how drunk that woman was planning to become, or to be shocked that his short make-out session was with his family's arch nemesis was the question he was trying to answer in his mind.

 

Why, oh why, Kami-sama, did you have to give him a beautiful flower with `Haruno' written all over it? Why was Fate being so cruel to him today?

 

“Fuck,” the Uchiha cursed, running a hand through his hair. This was not good. Not good at all.

With perfect timing, a bloated Naruto came walking his way. Burping rather loudly, he grinned in contentment.

 

“Ready t'go, teme?”

 

“Aa, dobe.”

 

“Well, then, what're we waiting for?” the blonde responded cheerfully, and the two exited the courtyard with a hand seal and a POOF.

 

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Poor, poor Sakura. Her evening had all gone down the drain. For a variety of reasons:

 

One: Her `soon-to-be-husband', Rock Lee, was a very very weird man. The minute his round, dark eyes set on her, the six-foot-two male jumped up in joy, yelling, “MY BEAUTIFUL FLOWER OF YOUTH! WITH YOU AT MY SIDE, WE SHALL CREATE MANY, MANY BEAUTIFUL BUDS THAT WILL AID KONOHA IN EVERY-WHICH-WAY!”

 

…say WHAT?! Ew. Sick. Gross. Her, with a thick browed, black bowl-cut haired freak? What was her father thinking?! And, he was wearing a jumpsuit. A green jumpsuit. This guy was tacky…really, who wears that to a party these days?

 

Two: Since she was going to marry him, she would have a limited amount of freedom left and leave her dreams of becoming a medic-nin to the housewife of an over-energetic freak.

 

But the third reason hurt her the most. Reason Number Three…was the reason why she had sprinted back inside and locked herself in her room.

 

Sakura sought after her nanny, and asked her if she knew the guy she was with. And, with a red face, a wry smile, and a very drunken stupor, Tsunade said two words:

 

“Sasuke Uchiha.”

 

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She kissed one of the Black Ops.

 

She made out with her father's enemy's son.

 

Her first kiss was stolen by Sasuke Uchiha.

 

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“HOLY SHIT, I FUCKING KISSED HIM?!”

 

…In just one evening, she had met the love of her life, and the doom that was brought with it. Oh, what was the poor teen to do? Should she tell her father? Her mother? Her best friend?

 

The first one was a negative. Nope, not in a million years. Not only would Hideki Haruno reprimand her for BEING with him (let alone, snogging him), there would be war in the middle of Tokyo's beloved suburb…Konoha would be rubble!

 

As for mother, Ayame…she would probably faint first, then tell her beloved husband, and then all hell would break loose.

 

The third option seemed best…well, maybe not tell what had happened at the party, but grab some information on this Sasuke. After all, wasn't she currently being stalked by an Uchiha? Maybe…just maybe…

 

The young teen silently prayed, pulling out a vibrant blue cell phone and speed-dialed `Pig'.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Ino!”

 

“Forehead Girl? Whaddaya want at…holy cr—two in the morning?! This better be good!”

 

“Aa, gomen, gomen! Listen, I have a question…”

 

“Ask away. But be quick about it! I'm losing precious beauty sleep here…”

 

“Who was that guy that kept sending you those love e-mails and instant messages to you?”

 

“Y'know, I have no idea what his name is…”

 

Aw. Shit. Sakura's shoulder's slumped as her head pounded onto the frilly, green pillow.

 

“…but I think it was…Sousuke Uchiwa?”

 

“Sasuke Uchiha!” Perfect…It was that guy that kissed her at the party!

 

“Yeah, that's his name. You that man SERIOUSLY doesn't know when to quit; doesn't he see that I'm already with my Shika-kun? I mean, honestly—”

 

“Hey, Pig, can I have his username?” Sakura interrupted. She heard this `I Have My Shika-kun' speech twenty times…one more, and it could possibly kill her. “And, if you have it, his e-mail address?”

 

“Um…sure? But, Sa—”

 

“Arigatou, Ino!”

 

“Sa-ku-ra, listen to me! Sasuke comes from the Uchiha clan…doesn't that make him your dad's enemy's son?”

 

“Well—” Oh, crap. What excuse could get her out of this? Damn Ino and her nosiness…

 

“Why do you need this information?”

 

Gotta think fast…! “Ino-Pig, I thought I could be the one telling him to back off, seeing that, despite all your blocking and `Sorry, but no' messages, the Uchiha still tries to get to you. Maybe, if I send some of my Haruno charms, he'll back off.”

 

“…Good point.”

 

Yes, she bought the lie! Idiot, Inner Sakura said smugly.

 

“Thanks for getting him off my back, Forehead Girl!”

 

“Aa, no problem, Pig! Anything for my best friend!” Sakura grinned, and jotted down the needed information.

 

Yes, she was going to find out more about her dear Uchiha Sasuke-san…soon.

 

Just as soon as she changed out of the silk dress and into something more comfortable and turned on her computer, her confession e-mail would be sent to him!

 

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Or, maybe not so soon.

 

For forty-five minutes, the rosette stared at her screen, the cursor blinking at her rather impatiently.

 

“Oh crap…I have no idea what to say.”

 

Groaning in frustration, she opened the door to her balcony and allowed the midnight breeze to soother her aching head. The pink nightgown fluttered briefly, before settling down at her ankles once more.

 

It really is a beautiful moon, she mused for the ninth time, sighing deeply as she leaned onto the metal railing.

 

“I wonder, Sasuke-san, if you're looking at this wonderful moon at your own mansion,” Sakura spoke softly, admiring the lunar light to its fullest. “Do you see how pretty it's shining down on us right now?”

 

Just then, arms circled around her waist as a familiar hot breath came down on her ear. “Aa…although, Sakura-san, I see something even more beautiful than that before my eyes.”

 

Was this a dream? An illusion? Sakura swore that, if this was some kind of genjutsu, someone was gonna pay dearly—

 

“Daijoubu, Sakura?” the male asked, rubbing her arms up and down sensually. “Are you cold?”

 

—No. Definitely not an illusion! “Sa…Sasuke?”

 

“Hn…You know, I was wondering if you would come out of your bedroom or not.”

 

He's here! Sakura cheered inside her mind. Sasuke-san's hugging me on my balcony! Turning around to face him, she gave the boy a kiss on the cheek. “Sasuke-san! I'm so glad…but…how did you…where did you…?”

“Hn,” he replied gruffly, before placing a chaste kiss on her lips, immediately silencing the stuttering female. “Let's go inside; we can talk where you won't freeze to death.”

 

A small “H-hai” was all the girl could mutter before leading him to her bed, where she lay comfortably in his arms as he dragged both of them down into another kissing bliss.

 

“Sasuke-san, how did you find my room?” Sakura asked between his searing kisses, which had trailed down to her neck.

 

“I went back to your house and checked each balcony to see where you slept,” he replied while taking in a whiff of her strawberry colored locks. “I was entranced by you after our…first encounter.”

 

“…oh.”

 

“And I was immediately outraged that you had to leave my side.”

 

With those sentences floating in her head, she blushed prettily, which made him only wanting to hold her in his arms even tighter.

 

He explained that, after arriving home and taking a long, long bath, his soul would not rest until his eyes took a last look at Sakura.

 

“You know, I was going to send you an e-mail,” the female teased, lightly poking his chest as her body lay next to his, legs intertwining. “But I guess you were too impatient, huh, Sasuke-san?”

 

“…kun,” Sasuke replied. Seeing her confused face, he said, “If you must add an honorific, make it `Sasuke-kun'…”

 

“Hai, Sasuke s-…Sasuke-kun. Sasuke-kun.” She repeated a few times, before ending in a questioning tone, “Sasuke-kun?”

 

“Aa,” he smirked, tucking a single lock of pink hair behind her ear. “What is it?”

 

“You came all the way here, in navy blue-” Might I add, sexy silk? “-pajamas, just to see me?”

“Aa.”

 

“…Sasuke-kun?”

 

“Hn?”

 

“Could you tell me more about yourself? I've only heard negative things about your family…I'd…I'd like to learn about the positive.”

 

The said ANBU commander smirked, kissing her forehead. “Aa.”

 

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Author's Notes:

 

My Disclaimers are that I do not own Naruto, because it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, and I do not own Romeo and Juliet, because it belongs to William Shakespeare.

 

Sorry for not being…updateable. I kinda forgot about MediaMiner. -sweatdrop- Sorry! Anywho…yeah. Nya—Sakura dreams very weird things, ne? -sigh- And for those who did, thanks for reviewing. -smug- n.n