Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Of Kunai, Shuriken and Shinobi Love ❯ Sasuke the Ice Statue Finally Melts ( Chapter 6 )

I lay on my futon, motionless and half-asleep. My cordless phone lay beside my bed. I was waiting for a phone call.

The rest of the game day had been cancelled. Naruto had told me that Hinata said that Kurenai-sensei said that Kakashi-sensei was looked up in his house, moping, and had been for hours. Naruto would call me any minute—it was nearly seven-thirty that evening—with Sakura's condition.

Gaara and Fuzzy-Eyebrows had escorted me home. I had collapsed upon the futon within seconds of getting through the door. Gaara had put blankets and my phone within easy reach of my, while Eyebrows had dimmed the lights. Then they had left.

The most I knew was that Sakura had a bad case of shock and wasn't speaking to anyone. I had, surprisingly, fallen asleep the minute I fell on the futon and Gaara and Eyebrows had left. But now I was awake—ok, half awake—and waiting for Naruto's call.

I had many things on my mind: Sakura, Sakura and Sakura. Why was I so incredibly worried over her? She was my team mate, I should be anxious. Not ready to rip out my hair any second. She was my friend… I shouldn't be so worried, I told myself groggily, turning over. Relax, Sasuke; she's JUST your friend.

Or was she?

I don't know anything anymore.

I groaned.

The phone rang. It was loud in my ear and made me jump. I flew up, grabbed the phone, pressed the talk button, jammed it to my ear and screamed, “NARUTO!?”

“No, this is the spaghetti store,” said a deep voice. “We were wondering when you wanted your muffins delivered.”

I rolled my eyes. “Cut the crap, Naruto, and tell me about Sakura!!!”

“Getting a little anxious, are we?” Naruto said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“NAR-uto!”

“Kidding, kidding! She's ok, dude. She started talking again a couple of hours ago. Tsunade-baba wants her to stay in bed for another couple of days, but she's been asking for you.”

I sagged in relief, then blushed hard. “Sh-she has?” “Interested now, are you?” Naruto laughed. “She's all yours; I haven't had a crush on her in years. Go see her; she'd still be awake.” “O-ok,” I said, blushing harder. “Thanks.” “See you tomorrow,” my friend said, and hung up. I pressed the off button on the phone and put it on the table. I brooded for a moment.

Sakura had been… asking for… me? Oh. My. Gawd, I thought dazedly. Yes!

And that's when I realized. It had finally happened. After far too many years.

Sasuke-the-Ice-Statue had finally melted.

About two seconds later I was flinging myself out the door, bolting for Sakura's house.

 

I rapped impatiently on her front door. Her father opened it and looked surprised to see me. “Ah, Sasuke,” he said. “Hello.” “Can I see Sakura?” I asked quickly. “It's important.” “Sure, come on in,” Mr. Haruno nodded, stepping back to let me pass.

I didn't even take off my jacket before I was running up the stairs to her room. I was loud, and her mother yelled something about elephants, but I ignored her. I hesitated at Sakura's door with my hand on the knob.

Did I want to do this? What if she was still mad at me? Would she listen to what I had to say? How did I feel about her? Did Sakura really want to see me, or was Naruto being an asshole again?

Be brave, Sasuke.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I knew what I had to do.