For AGENT KELL
Pairing: SasuSaku
Word count: 669
Prompts: tennis, “mada mada dane”
Notes: Continuation of chapter ten. And God, it’s been a really long time since my last SasuSaku drabble. That's cuz everyone wants KibaSaku. YEAH MAN.

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Sakura was doing it again. She was reading that stupid manga. Sasuke could see it, tucked behind her bowl of ramen. Naruto wasn’t paying attention – even his precious Sakura-chan came second to ramen when he was hungry – but Sasuke was. Sasuke saw – saw her smile, saw her gaze sharpen in interest, saw the tender way she flipped the pages.

Damn that Ryoma kid, anyway. What did he have that Sasuke didn’t? A tennis racket? Big deal. Sasuke breathed fire.

“Sakura,” he snapped. She held up a hand, not even looking away from the manga, and Sasuke twitched. Didn’t she know it was rude to read during a meal? Plus it would mess with her digestive system.

So really, he was looking out for her when he reached around Naruto and snatched the manga from her.

“Hey!”

“You can have this after you eat,” he lied, setting the book beside him. Ryoma glared up at him from the cover, and Sasuke flipped it over irritably.

Sakura glared at him; Sasuke glared right back. Why was she still reading this? She had him, dammit! Sure, he had only taken her out to eat that one time, but still. Didn’t she get the message? Stupid girl.

“Stop being jealous,” Naruto said, waving Ayame over for another bowl. He grinned at Sasuke, eyes alight with amusement. “He doesn’t even exist. It’s not like he can do anything to Sakura-chan.”

Sasuke didn’t like the way Naruto raised his eyebrows at Sasuke, as if they were in on some joke together. Naruto was so annoying. Sasuke pushed him, face-first, into his fresh bowl of steaming-hot ramen.

“Sasuke-kun!” Sakura snapped, handing Naruto napkins and a glass of cold water to wipe his face.

Sasuke ignored her and tossed Prince of Tennis into the pot of ramen over the counter.

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“Where’s my manga?” Sakura demanded the next day, stepping very close to Sasuke. He stepped back, then stepped forward again, even closer, so she wouldn’t think he was scared of her. Even though he was, a little.

“When do you even have time to read it?” he asked. If she wasn’t at the hospital, she was training. And if she wasn’t training, she was with Naruto, who required constant supervision, or with him, and he required being looked at more than some dinky twelve-year-old.

“I make time,” she said impatiently. “Give it to me!”

“I lost it,” Sasuke said smugly.

Sakura gaped at him.

“Stop wasting your time on kids,” he said. “That kind of thing can get you arrested.”

Sakura coughed something that sounded suspiciously like “Orochimaru!”

“That wasn’t funny,” he said.

“Your face isn’t funny,” she snapped in reply. Sasuke cocked an eyebrow.

“No shit,” he said. His face was beautiful.

Sakura waved a hand, looking equal parts flustered and angry. “I want my manga!”

“Why?” he demanded. “Real guys aren’t enough?”

Her jaw dropped, and she sputtered, “What – are… are you jealous?” She looked absolutely delighted. Clearly, she was spending too much time with Naruto.

Sasuke felt his cheeks growing hot and cleared his throat. “No,” he lied, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Sakura didn’t look convinced. She was still grinning at him, cheeks glowing with pink.

“Real boys,” she said, eyeing him pointedly, “Don’t have catch-phrases.”

“Real boys have better things to do with their mouths,” Sasuke said, and leaned down, and kissed the most oblivious girl on the planet. It was convenient to be standing so close to her, so that she was forced to press up against him and—

He pulled back. “Always leave them wanting more,” Itachi had advised him once, back when Sasuke didn’t know what that meant. He had thought it had something to do with shuriken.

Even though Itachi sucked eggs for confusing Sasuke so completely, he knew girls, so Sasuke wasn’t surprised to see Sakura’s eyes darken, see her breathing heavily.

But then she shook her head, lips quirking into a grin. “Mada mada dane,” she said, laughing when his eyes narrowed, then pulled him down again.

Mada mada dane – a phrase commonly used by Ryoma, meaning “No, not yet,” or “You have a ways to go.” Yeah, I Wiki-ed.