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Thanks to my chapter 1 reviewers: Gnosismaster, numba1gaarafan, Kiyoshi Shichiro, TheShamanMaster, Minikyubi, darnod, and fruitsbasketangel.
Disclaimer: Would love to own Naruto-kun, but I fear that Sakura would hunt me down like a dog and cut my throat out if I took him. Naruto & gang belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
WARNING(S): Fluff, insanity, language, drama, angst, mild violence.
[PAIRING(S): :NaruSaku: -- Don't like it? DONT READ IT.
o.0. Chapter 2 -- Uncertainty .0.o
She ran up to the man clothed in orange and black with the sun-drenched hair, smoothly kissing him on the cheek and hugging him tightly and lovingly. "Heeeeey! I was wondering where you were, Naruto-kun!" Sakura greeted, holding out the 'e' on 'hey' for emphasis.
Naruto smiled down as his new girlfriend hugged him, snuggling her head into the crook of his neck. "Have you now?" He replied in an almost teasing way.
As Sakura leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips, the memories of his own words, whether they were fake or real, towards Sasuke came flooding back again and again...
"Maybe you still have a chance against whomever she chose over you..."
Calmly, but slightly more annoyed than usual, Naruto slapped the all but howling alarm clock's 'off' button and shifted in his tangled jungle of pillows and sheets that he dared call a bed. Growling, he managed to sit up and shoot a glare at the fore mentioned clock. Groaning, Naruto hopped out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes, he headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. Turning the water to just below scalding hot, Naruto stripped and waited for he water to warm; all the while thinking of what he would do if Sasuke really did win Sakura's heart back. Attempting to rip his thoughts away from the grim possibility, he doused himself in the burning water, praying it would wash his doubt away. Funny how metaphorical things like such almost never actually work.
Shivering from the sudden loss of warmth after stepping out of the shower, the blonde man's thoughts quickly settled back on Sasuke and Sakura. Maybe some nice, black coffee would help? Probably not, but it was worth a shot.
Meanwhile, a certain raven-haired man was quietly strolling down an all but deserted street towards the mid-Konoha park. Knowing Sakura's normal routine would seem to be a strange thing for someone to know to anyone but someone very close to Sakura, which Sasuke generously dubbed himself to be. It was simply a part of his over-protective nature. He ignored the bite-sized children scuttling about his ankles, the rings of cell phones, the arguing adults, and the flirting teenagers on the residential street as he made his way to where he knew Sakura would be.
Something funny is going on and I don't mean what my dad chose to wear today. Naruto nearly tossed me out by the seat of my shorts yesterday and he has yet to call me today. I should talk to him after work and see what's wrong.
I'm also starting to worry what Sasuke is going to do when he finds out I'm dating
Her writing was cut off by a swift tap on her shoulder. glancing up and then back to her diary, Sakura took a double take on the sight before her. Sasuke, the one man in the world that would never bow down to any man--or woman, was kneeling in front of her. He was holding out one of the most stunning bouquets of lavender, white, and bubble gum pink roses she had ever seen. Too stunned to speak, Sakura's diary went unnoticed as it slipped from her lap.
"Be mine, Sakura," Sasuke murmured, handing her the bouquet and taking her hand in his. "I don't know who has stolen your heart from me, but I am not willing to lose you now."
"Sasuke, I have only a few things to say to you. It isn't Valentine's day, so the phrase "be mine" doesn't apply, and my heart is not a possession. I know how cliché it sounds, but it's true! You can't just force me to be with you, force me to love you, force me to be yours, Sasuke! The world doesn't work that way!" Sakura growled harshly. her life was becoming more and more like a soap opera every minute.
"Sakura..." Sasuke whispered, getting up from his kneeling position to one sitting beside her. "What have I done to make you hate me with so much conviction?"
"Nothing, and I don't hate you, okay? I just hate how jealous you get." She replied, turning away from her boy--er ex-boyfriend. She was beginning to wonder what would add to the drama next: her going insane or having two boys rip each other apart over her.
"If you don't hate me, then why are you acting this cold towards me?" Sasuke had not yet let go of her hand, and the bouquet of roses now lay discarded on the bench beside Sakura.
Sakura considered the question whilst staring at the old tree she cherished so immensely, the very same tree that had carried her through so many hard times. Why was it that she was acting to nasty towards him? She had loved him for so many years before they had finally gotten together, and now she was acting as though she had never liked him at all--let alone loved him. Her heart was taking off at an uncatchable pace, and continuing to grope for the unreachable, Sakura was easily confused when it came to the men in her life. Distractions made her heart harder to find...but then again, maybe it was in plain sight all along.
It was then that she noticed that she had not yet answered Sasuke's question.
Jerking her head from side to side in something that Sakura hoped resembled her shaking her head when she turned to look back into those onyx orbs she always got lost in. She knew the answer to the unavoidable question, but wasn't quite willing to say it to his face; at least not yet. He would find out about Naruto sometime, that was for sure. Sakura just didn't want that time to be right then. Never would be even better, but such things were always inevitable.
Sakura was slowly eased out of her thoughts by Sasuke slowly stroking the hand he still held in his steady grasp with his thumb. this was one of those romantic moments where any girl would feel as though she should lean in and kiss whatever man she was with. She refrained. And, in doing so, used up most of her will power. Sasuke must be one of those boys that knows exactly when to kiss the girl, because he took this chance to kiss her with all the longing and passion he held for her. It never takes a short amount of time to get over someone, especially someone as unforgettable as Sasuke. Trying to push him away was a futile effort, because the battle was already lost.
Naruto could not believe his eyes.
He was starting to develop a routine visit to Sakura's tree in the morning to see her, but upon seeing Sasuke with roses in hand, he was perched in a nearby tree, watching as the scene between Sakura and Sasuke unfolded. He could not hear what they were saying, but sight was already one sense too many for Naruto to handle. Watching his best friend kiss his girlfriend was, within itself, a horrible thing, but watching her make no move to push him away was even worse.
The sight of Sakura and Sasuke kissing probably shouldn't have been too strange or heartbreaking to him, since he had seen them do it on many occasions while they were together; but maybe the last two days were already enough to make his mind dub them kissing as a thing of the past, something that would never happen again. Confused, clouded, and worried minds seemed to do that a lot: make incorrect assumptions.
How could he have ever believed he could compete with Sasuke, Naruto would never know for sure. His natural stupidity was his only guess.
He could not continue to watch once the kiss was over and Sasuke nearly shouted, "I love you!" at Naruto's supposed girlfriend. He looked away and strained his ears just enough to hear Sakura's fairly loud reply.
"I love you too, but--"
That was the last straw. Naruto jumped away before one more treacherous word could escape her lips and reach his ears. He was gone in less than a moment.
"--I think I love someone else more." Picking up her diary, Sakura clicked the pen closed and closed the leather-bound notebook.
"I'm still in the dark as to who this someone is, Sakura. You need to tell me who he is." Sasuke nearly growled the half-demand at the pink-haired woman.
"That is still none of your business, Sasuke!" Sakura replied, near tears, her words constantly unsteady. What was she supposed to say? If she told Sasuke, she would fear for Naruto's life. If she didn't, she wouldn't know to fear for it or not to. Standing, she walked away without another word, only to notice when she got to work that the bouquet of flowers was still clutched in her hand.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Leaning on the door frame, Naruto was still brooding over Sasuke and Sakura even when she had invited him over for dinner at her house. Kissing, saying 'I love you', what else was there to say? Sakura must have either been playing him, or... actually, that's the only thing it could be. This is where and when he was going to end it. Sure, he liked Sakura--a lot, but two-timing him was just plain rude.
Drowning in his thoughts, Naruto didn't even notice when the door was opened by Sakura.
Concerned after only a moment of gazing at Naruto, Sakura lifted her hand and rested it on his cheek, attempting to break him away from those thoughts he had been caught up in for so long. "Naruto," She whispered, looking at those blue eyes that seemed so unfamiliar at that moment. "Where are you?"
Half listening to her words, Naruto replied instinctively as he eased himself out of his depressed state of mind, "What do you mean, Sakura-chan? I'm right here." Finally, his eyes came into focus, focus on those deep green eyes.
"Oh, so you are." She giggled, as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Wanting more, she pulled him down to kiss her, only to find him unresponsive. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing," he lied. Maybe he was just not ready to tell her that he saw her kissing Sasuke in the park, maybe he was just so weak he couldn't end it with her; maybe he loved her more than he could possibly know...
"You sure? You seem distracted," Sakura pointed out, "You know you can come to me for anything, right?" She smiled, her pink lip gloss stretching with her lips.
"Yeah," he answered after a long while. She beckoned him in, and they sat at her kitchen table where a salad had already been placed on each of the two placed laid out there. Naruto sat at the seat on the right and started to drench his salad in dressing as Sakura went to the kitchen to get them both drinks.
Once Sakura set a glass of sparkling water in front of both of them and took her own seat, Naruto asked out of the blue, "How did we get here?"
"What do you mean?" Sakura asked blankly, beginning to eat her garden salad.
"How did we get to be like this?"
"You've already forgot?" Sakura laughed, nearly choking on a bite of salad.
"No, where and when and how is not really what I'm asking. Why are we like we are now? Why did you choose me over Sasuke?"
"What's with you all of a sudden?" Sakura asked, looking worriedly at her blonde.
"I've just been thinking, and none of what I can come up with makes sense. You loved Sasuke for years, why would you leave that bliss...for me?" He looked up from his salad to meet the concerned look Sakura was giving him.
"I guess it's because..." Sakura's voice trailed off as the thought of the appropriate way to answer his question. "Because Sasuke was more in love with his revenge than he ever could be with me and you had always loved me."
"That's not true. Sasuke has always been the type of guy to put his heart full-in to anything--anyone--he loves."
"Then maybe it's just because you were always there for me and he wasn't for years."
Naruto once again left and dove back into this thoughts, and Sakura watched as his brows furrowed. Sighing, she finished her salad and took both the salad bowls back into the kitchen. She then brought out the main course: steak. It was no ramen, but Naruto had always loved her cooking almost as much as the non-nutritious noodles.
As Sakura entered the dining room once more, it was then that Naruto was wrenched from his thought train by the bouquet of flowers arranged in a vase in the center of the table.
"Where did those come from?" He nearly growled at her as she set down plates of steak and baked potatoes down in front of both their seats.
"Did what come from?" She wondered aloud, sitting again and placing her napkin on her lap.
"Oh, um, my Dad gave them to me."
"Because we haven't had any father daughter time in a while and he wanted to take me out to lunch today."
"I'm not lying!" Sakura choked.
"Yes you are! I saw you in the park today, Sakura! Do you mind telling me when you were planning on telling me that you were cheating on me?" Naruto shouted at the girl.
"Naruto, that's not what it was--"
"Cut the crap, Sakura. I saw and heard with my own two eyes and ears. That's enough for me."
"Just shut up!" Naruto continued to yell, standing up. "It's over, Sakura! You can stay with your beloved Sasuke with no hinderance from me!"
Sakura shouting after him, Naruto stomped out, leaving the hot dinner to get cold on the table and Sakura to eat alone.
Yup, her life was officially more dramatic than a soap opera.