Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Of Kunai, Shuriken and Shinobi Love ❯ Sasuke Has A Realization ( Chapter 3 )

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My chapters are pretty short, aren't they? Same drill: I won't put up the next chapter until I have at least 2 reviews.
This chapter is pretty much Sasuke sitting at home. A clock gets killed, Sakura comes and gives him a note, and he thinks for once.
Me: Gasp! Sasuke can think!?
Kiba: I know, it's wierd!
Kathleen: DON'T INSULT SASUKE! *tries to eat Akamaru*
Kiba: NOOO! I'LL KILL YOU! *rushes Kathleen with kunai*
Me: NOO! KILLING IS BAD! YOU GET NO PIE!
Kiba: Agh! I'm sorry!
Me: Awww, you're so cute! SQUEEE! *hugs him* You can have a piece of pie!
Kiba: Ahhhh! Lemme gooo!
Random passerby: Does this have anything to do with the story? And why's Kathleen here?
Good question.

Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.06.2006 | Updated On: 05.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 662 | Status: Work In Progress

Tick. Tick.

I swear I'm going to kill that damn clock.

It was later that night. I was curled up on my futon, a book held loosely in my hands. I wasn't really reading it. It was also raining, so that put yet another dampener on my already bad day.

Tick. Tick.

Shi-it!

And there was also that clock. My giant clock—the one on the wall I'd always hated—seemed extra loud and annoying tonight. It was as though it thought its sole purpose in life was to piss me off.

Tick. Tick.

One more time…

My headache was back, throbbing in my temples and behind my eyes. I tried watching TV, but soon gave up. It did not help that images of a certain pink-haired kunoichi kept floating to the front of what was left of my mind.

Tick. Tick.

“That's IT! DIE, YOU FUCKING CLOCK!”

Tick. Ti-CRASH!

A kunai knife was buried to the hilt into the wall amidst the ruins of my shattered clock. I found myself on my feet, arm outstretched still from the throw, breathing hard.

Knock, knock.

Oh, what now?

Someone was at the door, a rather timid-sounding someone.

Well, considering I'd just thrown a kunai into my clock, screaming “Die, you fucking clock…”

With a growl of frustration I whirled, stalked over to the door, and wrenched it open. “What?” I growled.

It was Sakura.

My anger vanished, and my heart seemed to skip a beat. She was soaking wet and shivering from the cold rain, her short pink hair plastered to her skull.

She shoved a damp note into my hand. “This is from Kakashi-sensei,” she muttered, while I stood there stupidly. Then she turned and ran off through the sleeting downpour. I snapped out of it. “Sakura!” I shouted after her, several times. But she either ignored me or couldn't hear me. I fought a losing battle with a cloud of worry. I hope she'll be all right. It's pretty dark and cold out there.

Then I shook the emotions off, closing the door. Emotion is for the weak, I reminded myself firmly. Worry is for the weak. Don't feel and you don't hurt. But still, it was raining pretty hard…

I remembered how she hadn't looked at me when she'd been at the door, and flinched. All this over a simple “go away,” I thought miserably. Maybe she's realized how mean I've been to her since we were twelve. Maybe I crossed the line when I called her annoying. But I do that all the time!

Maybe it was the last straw…

I smacked my forehead, as I relaized how mean I'd been to her.

I never deemed to notice her, I always put her down, I always complained about how useless she was…

I sat down on the futon with a thud and a groan. No wonder people called me Sasuke the Ice Statue (never to my face, I'd heard it from Naruto). And if been even worse to her after I'd come back from Orochimaru.

I smacked my forehead again. “Kami, I am a stupid bastard!” I moaned aloud. “Why can't I just keep my big mouth shut?” Then I remembered the note she had given me.

From Kakashi-sensei? I wondered, opening it. The kanji was a little smeared form the rain, so I had to read it carefully, but at least it took my mind off of Sakura…

Sasuke,

Don't worry about coming to training tomorrow. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning pick up Naruto and Sakura from their houses. The senseis have organized a game day for the Chuunin and Genin. Don't forget, 9:00!

—Kakashi

Well, I thought with mild surprise and pleasure. That sounds… well, better than training. I put the note on the table, then saw another piece of paper on the floor. It had fallen out of the first note, and was in Naruto's messy scrawl.

What the hell d'you think you're doing? it began. Sakura-chan is really hurt! I asked her if she wanted to get some ramen with me at Ichiraku to tell me about it and she said yes! That isn't the Sakura-chan I know. And in the middle of it—she wasn't eating either—she broke down and began crying. Hysterically. If you don't smarten up I'll personally see to it that Orochimaru pays you a visit! This note I crumpled up, annoyed, angry and full of shame. Thank you, Naruto, for adding to the guilt trip, I thought savagely. Have I really been that bad?

I got a piece of paper and a pen and made two lists: one, all the times I could remember that I'd been mean to her, and two, all the times I could remember that I'd been nice to her. The mean far outnumbered the nice. I grimaced. If I've been nice to her once, I've been mean twenty times! I chewed my pen lid. I HAVE to make it up to her. But how?

Then I slapped myself for the third time that day. This isn't me thinking! Where's the uncaring? The ice? The detachment? What's wrong with me? Am I sick?

Then I had a revelation.

Is Sasuke the Ice Statue melting?