Song of a Cherry Blossom
Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto.
Sakura blinked twice as she tried to register what was happening before her. With lips planted right on her own was none other than Sai. Sakura pushed him away forcibly as confusion and anger dawned on her.
"W-what was that?!" she sputtered out.
"A kiss?" Sai answered as if confused that such a question existed.
Sakura stared blankly at him. "Yeah I know that, Mr. Know-it-all." Sakura let out a frustrated growl. "WHY!" she said with more of a demand than a question.
"You know what, you and your cousin are all alike," Sakura continued on without waiting for an answer. "Going around kissing girls like it doesn't-"
She paused mid-sentence in horror.
"Like it doesn't what?" Sai prodded. "Has Sasuke kissed you recently?"
"N-no. No, of course not. I just mean I bet he would have pulled the same stunt as you did," Sakura hastily said as she looked away from Sai.
"Hm, you're right. He probably wouldn't have kissed you. Not when his mind is more concentrated on that other girl. Oh yeah, what was her name?" Sai said with a finger on his chin as if in deep thought about it.
"Who, Ino? Probably, she's his girlfriend and all."
Sai smiled. "Oh right, Saki."
Sakura frozed at the name. He doesn't know. Don't freak out. He doesn't know it's you at all.
"O-oh, so Sasuke likes the singer from the club?" Sakura stammered.
"You should know her right? You two work in the same place."
"Y-yeah, of course. We work together," Sakura said with her eyes focusing on anything but Sai.
"Then you must know her real identity."
Sakura looked into Sai's gaze. "Why do you assume she has a fake identity?"
Sai shrugged. "I'm just confused at why she would go through so much trouble to disguise herself." He lingered his gaze at Sakura as he bent down towards her. "I mean, would you hide if you were her?" he whispered into her ear.
"I-I-I don't know. M-maybe she doesn't want people to question her like this," Sakura said softly.
Sai straightened up. "I supposed. I guess I have to keep all the fun to myself then," he said with grin.
Oh my god. He knows.
That was the one thought that was running through Sakura's mind as she watched Sai walk away from her. She had to get out of there. Before anyone else starts to suspect her. She frantically paced around the corner she was standing in as she tried to think of a solution to the situation at hand.
I have to talk to him. I have to know if he really knows.
With that set in mind, Sakura started marching towards Sai. When she came a few steps up behind him, she raised her hand to tap on his shoulder. However, midair, she paused as she considered the consequence that might result from asking or even planting any thoughts in his head if he really did not know to begin with. The thought tugged at the back of her head as she stood frozen in place.
She lowered her arm and turned away all the while bumping into someone else.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't-" Sakura began as she glanced up.
Cold, onyx eyes look down at her. "…looking," she said softly.
"Hn," was the cold response she got back.
Sasuke continued walking straight ahead and past Sakura. The cold response bothered her especially after the way he had treated her when he ripped the invitation in front of her face. Sakura clenched her fists as she felt the anger boil inside of her.
Not knowing what came over her, Sakura began marching after Sasuke and cutting in front of him.
"What was that?" Sakura demanded to know.
Sasuke blinked twice. "What?" he asked.
"The cold shoulder!"
"Since when did you care how I treat you?"
She bit her lip. He was right. She shouldn't care but it bothered her more than it should. "I don't know," she muttered. "Why are you always so difficult to get along with?"
"I'm not as friendly as my cousin Sai," Sasuke remarked dryly. "Nor do I go around kissing people I barely know."
Sakura scoffed. "What a great liar you are."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "A liar? So you didn't just throw yourself at the first guy who talked to you just because you got dressed up a little bit?" he asked with a sneering tone.
"For your information, he kissed me. Not the other way around."
He laughed. "Right, because of all the girls he would kiss, it would be you."
Sakura opened her mouth to retort but Sasuke held his hand up to silence her. "Forget it, do what you want." With that said, he turned around to head upstairs.
The cherry blossom glared at his back. He has another one coming if he thinks she would let him get the last word in. She ran up the stairs after him as she watched him turn the corner.
She was back in the same hallway she came out from earlier. Just ahead of her, the back of Sasuke retreated into a room just down the hall.
Sakura took a small step forward before she confidently marched all the way down to the door that Sasuke went through. She glanced at the doorknob with a slight hesitation as she gently touched the brass doorknob.
She stared at the door as she wondered what she would say if she went in. The silence of the hallway crept up around her but her thoughts were loud and raging like a storm. Her other hand went to touch her lower lip as she recalled the past kisses she received.
Her hand trembled slightly as she recalled how Sasuke kissed her as Saki. "Throw myself at the first guy I see…?" she muttered in anger. "You little chicken-hair ass…" her voice getting stronger and louder with each syllable.
She looked up with a fire raging in her eyes as she turned the doorknob. Before she could open the door, it swung inward as Sasuke stood at the entrance with a stoic look on his face.
Caught off guard, Sakura gaped in shock as she tried to come up with words to say.
"H-how did you know I was outside?" she managed to stutter out.
"I could hear you breathing like a heaving goat from all the way past these soundproof walls."
Sakura narrowed her eyes at the insult. "Liar! You knew I followed you up here."
"And so what if I did? Why are you here?" Sasuke asked as he crossed his arms.
She threw her hands on her hips as she pushed past Sasuke through the entrance and marched into the room. "I think we have to get something cleared between us. Your childish attitude towards me is getting to be an annoyance."
"I'm sorry I am not as mature as my dear old cousin Sai. Maybe you should consort with him instead," Sasuke snipped.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "What is with you and Sai? Why do you have to bring him up when this is about you and me?"
"There is nothing between you and me. You don't know anything about me," Sasuke retorted.
The cherry blossom laughed with a scoff. "Let me give you a quick analysis about yourself. You were raised with everything you ever needed in the world. At least, so you thought. Wealth, prestige, the whole shebang. You never worked a day in your life and you think you can get what you want with a snap of your fingers. That kind of belief you have been brought up with has made you into a snob, looking down on those who are below you in terms of status, wealth, and basically everything. You may have lots of friends and a large social network but you still feel alone in the world because you don't even know who of these friends you can really trust if anyone at all. That is why you are so stuck up and you push away people who try to get close to you because you are suspicious of everyone and that they are just using you."
He grabbed her wrist. "You don't know me," he growled.
She gave a quick gasp but quickly regained her composure. "You're right. I don't know you at all. But I must know enough to hit a nerve inside of you."
He glared, his eyes piercing through her own. But she held her gaze and didn't waver.
He finally looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "What are you? A psychiatrist?" he muttered.
"No, I just watch a lot of dramas and you fall under the typical rich boy dilemma," she stated matter of factly.
He snorted. "So what? You think you are going to be the heroine of this show to save me? Guess again. You and I don't match at all," he drawled as he implicitly drew out his last sentence.
She laughed as if she couldn't believe what she just heard. "Oh, I know for sure we don't match. I wouldn't in a million years put us together. If anything, I would pick Naruto over you in a heartbeat. I'm just trying to help you out because it looks like you need it."
His eyes twitched. Something in her words made his skin bristle with fury. "I don't need your help," he snarled. "And that idiot over me? Please, even he wouldn't take you if you even if you begged him. Your attractive value is below zero."
She jumped up in defiance. "Hey! Just because I don't flaunt my body around like your girlfriend and all those other girls you hang over with doesn't mean I can't attract men." She glared at him. "I bet I can even make you fall in love with me without you knowing it."
He scoffed. "Stop flattering yourself woman. It will only hurt you in the end."
Without knowing it, Sakura stomped on his feet with the edge of her diamond heels. He immediately yelped and bent down to grab his foot.
With a grin she said, "I just made you admit I am a woman AND got you to bow down to me in 30 seconds. How's that for flattery?" she retorted.
He looked up wincing in pain from his swollen foot. "You got big monster feet." He fell down to the ground with his foot clutched to his hand and his head drooped down.
A wave of guilt suddenly washed over her and she quickly knelt down beside him. "A-a-are you okay? I didn't mean to step so hard. I just wanted to prove a point. I mean, you have such a big ego…I just wanted to bring it down a notch. Who knew you were such a big baby? I mean, what I'm trying to say is that…I don't know. Do you need ice? Ok, you're right. I probably can't pick up any guys. I am terrible with guys. I guess it's because I'm too stubborn and sarcastic that it is a turn off. But you can't say I am not attractive at all. I mean, I am a girl and all. Do you know how hurtful that is to hear that from a guy? Not that anything you say should hurt me because you have the spine of a block of ice cube. What I'm trying to say is that I am clearly justified in stepping on your foot because you did deserve it. And if you were a real man, you would take it...instead of…instead of…"
He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. Forcibly hard at first and she gasped in surprise as her eyes widened in shock. She raised her fist against his chest to push him off but he grabbed her wrist with his other free hand. His grip held on to her, not forcefully but firmly in an almost gentle way but marked with a certain degree of roughness that gave him the upper hand in the situation. His kiss deepened and was marked with passion this time instead of roughness. Her breath was caught in the back of her throat as her mind screamed out at her. It told her to move, to resist, to pull back quickly, anything but to kiss back.
But then the even tinier voice behind the first voice told her to do it. To kiss him back. And she did.
Her mind swirled with wonders as his lips locked with her own. Why was he doing this? Why is she letting him? And why did she enjoy it?
She was deep in confusion but amid all that was contentment and satisfaction. His grip on her wrist loosened as he let go and she dropped her arm down to rest on top of his upper thigh. He brought his hands to cup her face and gently stroke her cheek.
In the distance, the rings of a bell tower echoed throughout the room. Twelve rings to mark the stroke of midnight. However, for the two of them in that giant room, time seemed to stand still. They kissed for what seemed to be eternity, each not taking a breath in case the other should stop. Finally, he pulled back and silence greeted them in between as they stared at each other.