Sakura found herself yawning as she laid back on her cot, in her own tent. She scowled as her husband stepped through the entryway of the tent. He took a seat on his own cot, and began rummaging through his bag. After finding a few spare kunai, his gaze returned to her. She sighed. "Can't you go train or something?" That was the only thing there was to do here. Well ... that, drinking, or becoming precoccupied by your 'significant other.'
"Well, it's been a while."
A satified smirk passed over her features. It was true. She hadn't been back in her own tent for more than a few minutes for the past two months. Well, not two months, almost two months. If it had been two months, Sasuke would be back at their home in Konoha. When he continued to stare at her, she glared back, and asked rather loudly, "What!"
"Well." She paused so she could word it ight. "My usual company is busy at the moment, so I'm waiting here." She smirked as he scowled at her.
"You've only slept in here once the past two months."
"Yes, well. After that little... stunt you pulled the first night, I found a more... comfortable place to sleep." It may have looked like she was being a sadistic bitch, but that was only because he deserved to be treated that way. She didn't care anymore. If he found out, maybe he'd finally have to give her the divorce.
"Slut." He spat, glaring at her.
"No. I stay with one man. You, you have a different woman in here every night. So let's think before we speak Sasuke, who's the slut?" It was true too. Stupid asshole. Poor women.
"Sakura, I'm leaving tomorrow." He sighed. Why did he have to resort to this? The truth was, those women were nothing compared to her. "I miss you. I miss us..." He watched as she looked at him in shock, but he could tell she was soaking it up. He walked over, and sat beside her on her cot. "What happened to us?"
"You." She said,sitting up beside him. Why had he changed all of a sudden? He was acting just like the old Sasuke..
"I'm... Sorry Sakura." It pained him to say those words. "I still... love you." That was even worse. He moved in for a kiss to hide the disgust written across his face.
Her heart fluttered as he kissed her. He always had been a good kisser. Was tyhe old Sasuke back? Her heart fluttered, and then, reality flashed before her eyes. She bit his tongue as hard as she could without biting through, and pushed him away.
"I can't believe you!" She stood as she spoke, her voice similar to how banshees were portayed in the movies. "Is that how it's been all along!" She scowled as he only glared at her. "Is that all our entire marriage was! And ACT!"
He sttod, angry that she'd figured it out. Anger cut through his veins, and he snarled, "Not our marriage. Just the courtship."
She preceded to call him every foul word ever spoken, all the while screeching. He'd made a fool out of her. She'd make him pay for it though. She charged at him. She didn't care if he killed her, she had to at least attempt to get in a major hit.
He scowled, and ducked her attack. As soon as she passed him, he turned, and just as he was about to make hit that would undoubtably break her neck, to strong hands grasped his wrists. He watched as Mitarashi Anko took hold of Sakura, who was already about to inflict pain on Sasuke while he was apprehended.
"Kakashi, I want you take him out of here. Have a nice long talk with him, do what you need to do." Kakashi nodded, and looked to Sakura, and back to her. "Don't worry, I'm taking care of her. Oh, and onyour way out, could youinform the rest of the attendance at our meeting that the rest of the meeting is adjourned?" Kakashi nodded, and with one last look to Sakura, he exited the tent, along with an angry Sasuke. Anko looked down to Sakura, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay now?"
"No, but I'm not going to do anything about it right now."
Anko let her free. "What happened?"
"We hate each other, end of story." Sakura growled, anger stil seeping through her veins.
"We heard everything. We were in Kakashi'ds tent, having a meeting with a few others." She explained, sitting beside her on her cot.
"I already knew about that." Silence. Anko knew that this was Sakura's way of telling her about what was going on between her and Kakahi.
"Yes, I know." She'd just so happened to have seen one of her unique shirts poking it's wayout from beneath Kakashi's cot. She didn't mind it, as long as no one knew about it. She considered Sakura a friend.
"Thank you. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble for you, I'm sure it's difficult to control all of these shinobi without my problems getting in the way." Sakura sighed. "Is it horrible that I still want to puch a hole through his face?"
Anko smirked. They thought alike. "Listen, first off, your problems aren't anything compared to what I've been through, so I have some patience for you. Second, no, I don't think that's horrible. I think it's kind of funny actually, and I don't blame you." She smiled, and laid a hand on her shoulder, "However, I think Kakahi's taking care of that for you. Now, I advise you to take your things, all of them, and bring them into Hatake's tent until tomorrow." She sighed. If Tsunade ever heard her give an order like this to her prized possesion, she'd be murdered on the spot. "I want you to stay inside until at least four in the afternoon tomorrow, When Sasuke leaves."
Sakura smiled. "I think I can manage that..."
Anko stood. "Hurry. It shouldn't take him to long to... talk to him." She opened the lap to the entrance, and turned back to add something. "Oh, and if you tell anyone that I ordered that, I will deny it. I don't care if you did save my life..."
Kakashi stepped into his tent, anger still flowing through him. He felt his heart break as Sakura immediately crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the top of head through his mask. "Are you okay?" He asked into her hair. He felt her nod, and then she took a step back.
"I'm okay. I just feel incredibly stupid." She paused, sighed, and ran a hand through her bangs, brushing them back. "Anyway. Anko says for me to stay here." He nodded, and took a seat on the floor of the tent. She followed suit, and she just sat and watched as he removed both his mask, and his headband. He laid back, and closed his eyes. She smiled. Just seeing him put her in a better mood. She crawled over to him, and laid on his chest. He groaned as her weight pushed into his chest. He opened his eyes to see her face above his, her hand planted in the palm of her hand. "So... How'd your meeting go?"
He closed his eyes, and spoke in a monotone. "Better food. Assigned night watch duty. Nothing good." He sighed again. He'd worn himself out. Sasuke was indeed much stronger than he'd been all those years ago. It was for the best anyways, or he might have murdered him. Instead, he just gave him a few bruises, and a black eye.
She shifted her weight, androlled onto her back beside him. "When's your guard duty?"
"Next Monday." He sighed. Guard duty was the most boring job he could be assigned to. It consisted of staying up all night, and watching for signs of human activity
"When's mine?" She asked, not willing to put off the undenyable.
He rolled over, and hovered over her. "It'll be fine. I'll come sit with you after everyone goes to sleep."
She grinned, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "Oh, did I mention... I'm confined to your tent until at least four tomorrow afternoon..."
"Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I could paint my nails, but that wouldn't take that long..."
He smirked "I'm sure we can find something to do." He kissed her and stood, picking her up. He set her on his cot, and crawled in beside her.
"Oooh! Do you mean I get to paint your nails!" She giggled at her own joke as his arms snaked around her waist.
"I don't mean to disappoint you Sakura, but you may have gotten away with that with Sasuke, but that will never happen with me. His eyes drifted closed, and he could have sworn he heard a quiet, 'We'll see about that.'
He groaned, and opened his eyes. She grinned evilly and kissed him. "You're tired, we can play tomorrow." He nodded and closed his eyes.
He had a sneaking suspision that he would wake up with nail polish on his fingers in the morning...
Ok. My attempt at a funny.
Ha aha ah ha. Not really that funny. -- Oh well. Reviews Anyone?