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Of Thornless Roses: Despite the witty banter, the molesting part, and the groping, it was love at first sight. sasusaku oneshots. Slightly Crack.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Sasuke U. & Sakura H. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8,585 - Reviews: 151 - Favs: 158 - Follows: 149 - Updated: 10-27-09 - Published: 03-18-08 - id: 4138638
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Flower 04: Thornless Rose
Love at First Sight
There were times that Uchiha Sasuke wondered as to how he landed himself an outgoing, friendly, happy-go-lucky, totally opposite of him, hopelessly ignorant friend. The same friend who insisted on driving his car wherein despite of protests ended up holding the steering wheel. The same friend who decided to crash his Volvo on a hard cemented wall because he simply wanted to skip class. Because of said incident, they ended up in a hospital. Sasuke had a fractured leg while the friend only accumulated few cuts and bruises.
"I didn't do it on purpose! It was an accident!"
Maybe life was meant to be unfair. But why, Sasuke wondered as he stared at his friend's very blue eyes, why did they become friends? Yes. Why indeed?
"I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me!"
"Naruto," he said with a smooth voice, keeping his calm. "you're an idiot." He finished as he exhaled.
All Sasuke wanted to do was walk up to him and strangle him to death. Lucky for Naruto, his cock-a-doodle-doo haired friend can't walk.
"There's always a silver lining, dude!" Uzumaki Naruto grinned haughtily. "Believe it!"
If only looks could kill, Naruto would've been long dead.
"How are you feeling?"
The question was simple. Can be answered by many alternative adjectives he can come up with his super-genius brain. But lo and behold, as he opened his eyes, two striking things processed into his brain.
One, the question wasn't for him to answer. And since the room he was in only consisted of two patients that could only mean it was for his dumb friend he calls Naruto.
Two, said person who asked the question turned out to be a… girl. Just disregard the striking hair color. Since when did that moron friend of his inhibited the capability to converse normally to the opposite gender? Still hazy from the pain killers the meds had given him, Sasuke concluded that it must have been his imagination. It had to be. Because if there would be a decent woman who would come and jump on the great dorky Naruto, the world sure was running towards its end.
The next moment, they were laughing—pure unadulterated laughter. And then, she sang.
"You're my hunny bun, sugar plum, pumpy upmy upmy upmkin. You're my sweetie pie.
You're my cuppy cake, gumdrop, shyummkums pure, the apple of my eye!
And I love you so, and I want you to know that I'll always be right here.
And I love to sing this song to you
Because you. Are. SO. dear!"
Another set of laughter. Their laughter made its way to his ears as bitter sarcasm for the incapacitated. And laughter he couldn't inhale. This happiness was suffocating him. Didn't they see his broken leg?!
Sasuke sat up straight. "Oi,"
Naruto and the supposed-to-be imaginary pink-headed woman turned their heads towards him. "Oh, grumpy-face, awake now—?" Being aware and conscious of Sasuke's mood swings, tactless snide comments, and that 'if-a-glare-could-kill-I'm-already-dead', Naruto would take it as nothing. Because he was so used to—immune to it. But one fact didn't go unnoticed.
Uchiha Sasuke was directly looking at his bubble-gum haired friend as he said:
Surprised yet totally aware of his eyes burning as he bore it at hers, "Oh," she smiled as her cheeks started to paint red. Does he know how hot he is? "I love you too."
Where's that silver lining now?
The Gods up in wherever they are must be having the time of their lives picking on him. For various reasons, Sasuke found himself frowning at his current disposition in life. One, that weasel in disguise of a brother already made his life as difficult as the word could explain ever since he opened his eyes to the world. Two, if having an annoying someone in his household wasn't enough to piss him off, they just had to had bless him with an exasperating not to mention stupid friend. And lastly, his fractured leg and scathed beauty. Add the fact that he would be staying in the hospital while that blonde dope of an excuse for a friend was discharged earlier.
"Don't worry Sasuke-teme! I'll visit you every single day!" Naruto promised before he left the room they had shared for half a day.
Which all in the end felt rather ridiculous because he really didn't believe in God in the first place.
"Don't," Sasuke answered. He knew he couldn't guarantee his best friends safety the moment he do see him again.
"Upsy daisy, sweetheart!" she beamed at him. "Time for your check-up." She said.
His nurse turned out to be that woman—the one with the pink hair and that awfully bad singing voice. Haruno Sakura, her nameplate stated. Sasuke sneered as he sat up straight. "Don't call me sweetheart," he vehemently commanded.
But the demonic aura he sent didn't seem to work on her. Evil seemed to bounce away from her. "Oh," she cooed. "all grouchy and cranky already? It's not yet even eight." She sat on the bedside and smiled at him. "But I like it. You're just the man I need to complete my life."]
Uchiha Sasuke rolled his eyes. Another fan girl she appeared to be. Where do they come from and why do the increase in number?
"Everything seems to be normal," she tilted her head, brought out a ruler and tugged his blanket away from him. Thanks to his instinctive reflex, oh the years living with Itachi taught him well, he was able to pry her hand. She gave a puppy look. Both of them knew he only had his boxers on. "I think it's about time we learn how big of a man you are and put in on file." She waved the ruler back and forth. "Don't you think so too, sweetheart?" Sasuke snorted under his breath. "Let go of the blanket and no one will get hurt."
He gave an icy glare. "This is invasion of privacy."
"It doesn't matter. You'll fall deeply in love with me, utter cheesy and corny stuff in your own unique attempt to romance me, marry me, and give me dozens of your children in the future anyway." She stated just like how one plus one would always be two.
What caught his eye was that same pair of inhumanely bright green, green eyes of her which oddly enough looked exactly the same pair he dreamt about.
"I'll scream." He threatened. She might've added something on his dextrose for he would poke his eyes a thousand tenfold before he would even dare say it.
She laughed out loud. That same annoying laugh that rang inside his head every now and then. "Scream all you want, sweetheart. I like playing it rough." She uttered it seductively in between a purr and a sheepish smile. With that, he knew he had lost.
Moments later, she was all over him screaming: "I am officially in love with you now!"
He only grunted in response.
She came every breakfast, lunch, and supper to check up on him. Sasuke had actually become paranoid. Every time the door swung open, he feels a strong urge to crawl towards the window and jump for it. One time his beloved nurse had free time, she would scoot over, lie beside him, her feet safely tucked underneath the cover. Not that Sasuke forgot to complain, it was just bad enough that he couldn't walk.
She reached for the remote control and switched the channel. She breathed a sigh of relief when her favorite soap opera hadn't rolled in yet.
"You actually watch this shit?" he pondered loudly, out of curiosity. Because really, she was a nurse and her profession demanded a healthy body and a sound mind.
She kicked his unfractured foot in retribution. "Love," she started, "makes the world go round."
Typical girly answer.
"That's what you think."
Sakura looked at her newly polished finger nails before contemplating his answer. "What does then?"
"Power. Money." He was so full of himself. "Men."
She swept her hair back and rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry." She knew Sasuke was a huge chauvinist and she wasn't in the mood to discuss things he would surely be amused about. After all, she liked his annoyed yet very sexy and cute look on his face. "You will love me. I'm a little rough around the edges. Give me time."
When the drama series she dearly anticipated started up until when the credits rolled in, Sasuke was oblivious to the world. His attention was focused on the light weight on his shoulder, her steady breathing, and the faint smell of watermelon.
"Sweetheart," he learned a few days ago that she had the knack to give nicknames to her designated patients which he was unfortunately part of. "say 'aah'!" she held a stick of a small peeled apple, gesturing it to his sealed mouth.
And the door swung open.
"Yes Sasu-bunch, heed the pretty lady and let her blow you away." A smooth manly voice echoed the room. Sasuke's eyes widened at his unwelcome visitor.
How dare he spray all his innuendos and malicious words at him like that in front of a stranger? But this was his conniving older brother. The same brother who conned him to do things for his own amusement and set him up along the lines of disaster and mayhem. "Itachi,"
The bearer of the name smiled that naught smile of his at his nurse. "I'm this fool's older brother." he took her hand, "Uchiha Itachi," and brushed his lips on her fingertip. "pleasure." He seductively purred.
Sasuke grabbed an apple and threw it at his sibling. Respect and family be damned.
"You have molested me, fawned, groped, and now this!?" Sasuke screeched as he wiggled his feet free from her clutches even though the sudden movement stung his fracture. "Leave me some dignity, woman!"
Sakura hissed under her breath, concentrating. "Stop wiggling, damnit!" she cursed and slapped his feet. "See! It's on your skin now!" she crudely said, erasing the smudge she made.
Uchiha Sasuke couldn't remember how and why he stopped retaliating. He guessed the strong smell of nail polish got the better of him. He exclusively felt high or something because Sakura didn't have a halo, right? His nose itched as he stared at his shiny newly painted toe nails.
Pink was definitely not his color.
When he opened his eyes, he could feel the heavy weigh on the side of his upper torso. It took him a few minutes to realize the situation. "Get off me, woman!" he began, nudging her. "Get off!" It was dangerous enough that he could feel her soft and very round breast on his arm.
She stirred and stood up straight. "You ingrate. You slept with a high fever yesterday." She scratched her eyes. "I watched over you all night and gave you my body heat." She yawned. "And this is how you repay me? Some gentlemen you turned out to be."
His body itched to drag her back for the sudden vastly lost body warmth that lingered within him. Not that she needed to know that. He held his control with an iron grip. "Get out!"
She slipped out of his bed, winked at him before closing the door behind her.
Oh God, he needed a really cold shower.
She slumped beside him, drawing circles on his arm, sighing for the umpth time. His fine brow shot high in interest. Trust this woman to be always up for something.
"So," she started, heaving another sigh. Her eyebrows were knitted together, her lips were slanted as if she's having difficulty in choosing the proper words to convey her thoughts. "this isn't working."
She accidentally tapped his fractured leg. He wondered why it didn't hurt at all. "What is this?" he asked. He was no fan of charades and puzzles. Women are complicated creatures. That much he understood.
She took in another sigh like an old lady in her deathbed would. "Us," she stared at his deep obsidian orbs as if peering through his soul. "Us is not working, Sasuke-kun."
The way his name rolled out of her sweet cheery lips felt like the next best thing from heaven. Oh God, how he wanted to hear her say his name again and again and again—
"We need to break up." She said every word slowly, making it clear enough to go through his thick skull.
A little part of Sasuke, faint but it exists, wondered as to why he felt a pang of hurt after he heard her words considering there really was no 'us' nor 'we' nor a relationship except that of a patient and a nurse.
The next day, he was discharged from the hospital.
After three grueling long weeks of sleepless night, numerous trips to the bar, and unproductive days, he was finally waste.
"Dude, your nails are like, pink." Naruto said in disbelief. As if his companion didn't hear him, he added more emphasis. "It's freaking pink!" when the person he was supposedly conversing with didn't give him a reply, he stepped back a little. "Warn me if you're going to start asking for comfort sex or something. That's why prostitutes are invented."
Sasuke thought hard before he spoke. It was standard procedure that he weighs the pros and cons of his plan a hundred times before considering performing it. He shook his head. It doesn't matter. Logic, in the end, is just a bunch of complicated words.
It was now or never. "You." He swung his fist and landed it hard on Naruto's face.
With a hand on the throbbing cheek, he yelled: "What the hell, you bastard! You dick!" Sasuke's punch stung like hell. "Are you high?"
"Hit me. Hard."
His supposedly best friend's serious face accompanied by a serious tone alarmed him. Was his cock-a-doodle-doo friend finally cracked? "Oh God, you really are gay!" he yelped before receiving another firm smack on the face.
She was shocked and aghast.
He came with bruises and blood all over while demanding her as his private nurse, hovering the poor girl at the front lobby.
"You crazy, fool, stubborn—!" her cheeks were red with anger. His smug smirk irritated her more. "Is this a unique way of torturing me? You…" she breathed, "YOU—"
Even though she might've used him as a past time in this boring world of medicine and healing, the things and actions he showed and did to him, it was all real.
"Love makes the world go round."
Sakura felt her lung cease working.
"I got you good, didn't I?"
"Returning to your glory days?"
"Why shouldn't I be? I got you to fall in love with me!"
"You wanna hold me, you wanna touch me, you wanna kiss me—MMPPFF!"
"You horny bastard! Came back here! I want more!"
"Stop believing all women want a prince charming riding on a white horse, Sasuke-kun. Because I don't."