"I think we should go with a grayish blue," said Sakura as she looked at the paint samples she taped up on the kitchen wall.
"I don't know why you're still trying to make up your mind," said Sasuke, glaring over the rim of his coffee mug.
"Oh!" said Sakura. "Have you made a decision?"
"Yeah," said Sasuke, "we're not painting."
Sakura just rolled her eyes before turning back to the wall. "A pale yellow wouldn't look bad either, you know. Well, no, scratch that, yellow would clash with the countertops."
"Alright, you have your assignments," said Sakura as she wiped down the dry erase board.
Turning back to the class with a wide grin, she grabbed her large bag of chocolates from behind her desk.
"I know its tradition to only give to guys, but, well, think of it as more of a congratulations. You've all done so well, I couldn't be prouder. Happy Valentine's Day."
Her students started gathering there things before coming up to get the small box of chocolate she'd gotten for each of them with a smile and a bashful thanks. She had...
Sasuke turned towards her, the snow beneath his feet making a crunch.
"Sakura," he said again, his hand finding hers—removing her hold on him. "I," he paused, his eyes fixated on the small hand now in his. His throat suddenly felt tight as he wrapped his fingers around her hand.
A wry laugh escaped his lips.
"It's getting cold and the snow's picking up. We should go inside."
"You're not going to tell me what's bothering you," said Sakura, a statement of fact—not a question or a plea because she knew him, he...
Sakura was still distracted from her conversation, or rather, argument with Sasuke this morning. Sitting at her desk in the training center, she didn't even notice when one of the 'patients' started spewing blood everywhere.
Of course it wasn't as if it was a real person, just a dummy body used for different types of training. Still, she should've noticed the faux blood now covering one corner of the room.
"Um, Sakura-sensei," called Etsuko, "there's been a problem."
Sakura was lying on her bed, the morning sun pouring in as she debated on getting up or just sleeping the day away. After all, it was her first day off and the next one wouldn't be for an entire month.
"Do I really want to waste it by sleeping all day?" she mumbled, rolling onto her side and letting her eyelids drop.
They flickered back open when she heard Sasuke's door close before he padded through the hallway—his footsteps disappearing on the stairs. Frowning, Sakura glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was eight. That was...
Freezing in shock along the dirt path into the village, Sakura couldn't help but gape.
She remembered the numerous underground bases she'd been through with Naruto when they'd been searching for Sasuke, but the sight before her was like nothing she could've imagined.
The village was set up in a valley, a snaking river cutting between it. The rolling grass hills acting as a natural barrier let Sakura get a good birds-eye view from where she stood. It was simply beautiful. The river winked back in the afternoon sunlight as the rice fields...
Sasuke stared at the dark path leaving the village and clucked his tongue.
She was late.
He would've expected it from Kakashi, but he never recalled a time when Sakura was tardy. Hell, if memory served she was annoyingly prompt. It was probably one of the only qualities he liked about her. Though if he really thought about it, he didn't know this stranger he was waiting on. All he had were outdated memories of a former life.
His eyes fell to the ground as he recalled Kakashi's earlier words: People aren't stagnant, Sasuke and...
Sakura zipped up her bag before looking at her room. It was weird how it looked the same as always. That was to be expected, though. She'd only packed a week worth of clothes. When it came down to it, she could wash them or buy more. She'd asked Tsunade to send some medical texts to her later on in the week—other than that, she had nothing else she wished to take with her.
She slung the bag over her shoulder and plucked a folded piece of paper off her desk. Staring at it with a disgruntled frown, she mumbled, "Maybe Ino-pig was right. I...
Tsunade couldn't peel her eyes from the clock in her office, nor could she stop the incessant thrumming of her fingers against her desk. The fact that she was annoying herself because of Uchiha Sasuke pissed her off more than words could express. Perhaps if she maimed an entire forest with her bare hands that would get the feeling across? Regardless, she found the entire meeting this afternoon had been something akin to amusing.
Tsunade didn't know Sasuke all too well. Besides the time she healed him, she never talked to the boy....