|Pink and Orange
Author: DaSuicide PM
Random angst from Naruto, daydreaming from Sakura, Sakura-bashing from Sasuke. one-sided SasuSaku. Might become SasuNaru. Really random, read at own risk!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,766 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-25-05 - Published: 03-07-05 - id: 2296046
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Author's Notes: Ahem. This is a cheap excuse for a fic. So, this is an imaginary SasuSaku right now. Eww.
Disclaimer: I own Naruto. Ha! I said it, and nothing happened to me:gets hit by lightning: Never mind…
Warnings: Sakura's delusional thoughts. (in)direct Sakura bashing. Incoherence. I think that's it.Naruto's POV
"Hey! Wanna go out with me today?"
"No, sorry. Maybe some other day…" And in an undertone, "Maybe if you were more like Uchiha Sasuke-kun..."
Like that Uchiha Sasuke... That was the story of his frickin' life, being compared to the Uchiha! He hates him. He hates anyone who acts smarter than him. Or… hell, anyone at school. He hates them all and they are all pretty much afraid of him. Supposedly good for running a small, third world country, but not for finding love in high school. So he hates being hated. After all, that pink-haired chick he likes only likes well-liked people, the only trait in her he just happens to hate. Along with her bubbly, fawning attitude. And her awful, cotton candy pink hair! He hates that, too. What doesn't he hate about her? She's mean, shallow, weak, obsessive… Come on, Naruto! Try to think of a positive quality! But nothing would come to mind. Finally, Naruto gave up, and decided to think about his other favorite thing: ramen. There was nothing connected to ramen that would upset him. Except for not having any money to buy it and no one to accompany him to the ramen stand, and…
"Yo! Naruto!" Kakashi just had to butt in to every single one of his angst/thinking sessions, didn't he? Oh, well. No big loss. After all, who cared about his thoughts, anyway?Sakura's POV
The sky was such a perfect shade of deep blue, it was pink. Wait, not blue. That ugly demon's eyes were blue. His eyes were black. So, the sky was so black, it was pink. Yes.
"Baby boy, you stay on my mind, fulfil my fantasies…" She loved that song. It was about him. Everything that was right in the world was about him. And, besides, she was sure he could fulfil all her fantasies. Like the one where, just like right now, he comes up to her and asks her out, saying "your forehead is so beautiful I could kiss it"…
"Haruno. Where's that dick, Uzumaki?" Hmm. Something was wrong. That wasn't his line! Maybe she should just ignore the wrong line, and keep the play going. After all, what else did Shakespeare write for?
"That's what it's therefore, Sasuke-kun!.." This was said with much fluttering of eyelashes.
"I always knew you were stupid, Haruno, but this is too much. Could you please not fantasize about me? It makes me more disgusted than I am already." At this, it was all clear. It was obvious someone had poisoned her Romeo, and made him say horrible things to her… Horrible things-things that –could she say it?- made sense.
"You don't know what you're saying, Sasuke-kun!"
Wow. I have no clue what I'm doing, and where this is going. I'm just writing whatever my brain and Sean Paul tells me to write. I just hope I'll be able to add SasuNaru into the story. But, I don't know. After all, I'm not the one writing it. Not consciously, anyway.