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The Pinky and the Chicken

He was a genius.

He knew what do in every situation during any mission – be it a simple D class, or a high S classed one. He was always ready with comebacks and the sort, if any of his first plans didn't work out.

He was skillful.

He could really be a dependable person during battle, his skills were above average to say the least. He also had the Sharingan to use – something no other living person has, mind you.

So, all in all he was a prodigy – someone many people in their village looked up to. He had the characteristics any sane person would want, except maybe being a stoic bastard and an anti-social alien.

Did I mention he was a dark avenger who always thought about gaining power for the most part of his screwed up life? Actually his not-so-good sides could be written on a piece of paper. What else?

Romantically retarded would be written in big, bold letters.

Thus bringing us back to the situation, which for him would probably be the hardest, most terrifying mission in his lifetime. But – his eyebrows furrowed as he breathed in and out, composing himself – he will complete it. Definitely.

Ever so slowly, he wiggled out of her killer grip. He grit his teeth. Damn, her grip is tight. He thought, still trying to remove himself from her. "Hmm…" He froze, hearing her moan. And then he realized…

Wiggling was a very, very bad idea.

Fuck, was that her breas-

Shit. His eyes narrowed as sweat trickled down from his forehead. Then again, wasn't it quite cold just moments before? He shook his thoughts aside, focusing more at the task at hand.

His eyes slightly widened as he felt her press herself even closer to him…

Damn it.

What the hell did he do to deserve this? Oh right. He rolled his eyes. This was for somehow calling her weak. Now, he was the one suffering. Great. Just his luck.

She yawned.

He froze, although his mind did otherwise - It was going around in circles, as different thoughts came across. He mentally groaned. He was sure he would turn out a lot worse than Naruto did the other time when Sakura caught him looking.

Why? It was because he, on the other hand – was under her, while her…things touched him. This is surely the worst case scenario. So, he whacked his smart brains for the possible solutions to his problem.

He took a quick glance on her face. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she wasn't awake yet. Now was the time to think of the perfect plan…

1. Feign sleep.

Hmm…it would be a good tactic, if they weren't actually on her bed at 6 o'clock in the morning. Not to mention she was surely still pissed at him. Plus, there's her incredible strength that could rid him of his distinctive face…forever.

He snorted. Then again, maybe that wasn't so bad. If ever that happened, he was sure he would be fan-free for the rest of his life. He never really knew what they saw in him. Probably just wanted to get into my pants. Figures.

2. Act innocent.

Simple. When she wakes up, he simply acts like he doesn't know what the hell was happening. Yeah…maybe she would believe that this was Jiraiya's kind of joke. But –he realized later- she would walk to the ends of the earth just to give that pervert a piece of her mind.

Also, there was a great possibility she could put the information together – Tsunade sending him to fetch her would be one of those things. He always knew she was smart – and, unconsciously, he smirked at this.

3. Say sorry.

Hell no. He was never going to apologize to anyone, much less her. But…maybe, if he did, she would forget the whole thing and spare his life – like she always did when they were genin. He smirked. Naruto was always her dummy.

Yet he frowned…because something clicked inside his head.

She changed.

There were no more confessions of love, attempts to get his attention, nor did she agree to everything he said…and, just a flashback - she hit him straight in the face. So, the odds were definitely against him.


He looked at her with slightly wide eyes. Did he just hear right? His brows furrowed. He was sure of it - She said his name. Although, he couldn't help but think that his name sounded damn sexy when she said it.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

He tensed as she felt her hands go up and down his chest. He grit his teeth. Although, it was a good thing her hands didn't go any lowe-


He couldn't see her hand, probably because her head rested on his neck, not to mention some strands of pink hair were covering it from his view.

But he could definitely feel it.

And at that moment –at last- he realized she no longer held him with her death grip – probably because her hands were on another mission. He smirked, moving ever so slowly to free himself when…


He froze as he watched her sit up, straddling him in the process. She rubbed her eyes, blinking them afterwards. It was then that she noticed him…

Too bad he was frozen on the spot.

He merely watched as she squinted her eyes, looking at him like a damn specimen. After a few seconds, her jaw dropped as she looked at him with wide eyes and finally noticed the position they were in.





She screeched, getting off the bed and pointing an accusing finger at him. "W-what the bloody hell are you doing here you bastard!" she shouted, glaring at him, all the while trying to hide the barely visible tint of pink on her cheeks.

She failed.

He inwardly smirked at this. She tapped her foot on the floor numerous times. "So?! Explain yourself!" She exclaimed…barely noticing one of her thin nightgown straps falling from her shoulders.

Someone else did though.

He just watched as she screamed her lungs out, occasionally bringing her hands up to exaggerate her point.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

So, since none of his plans could work at the moment – it was too late to feign sleep, seeing as his eyes were wide open. He would never apologize to her, ever. Acting innocent would be stupid. An Uchiha never runs away from a battle.

Even if right now…it was pretty obvious who the victorious one would be.

Still, there was one pathetic reason to keep going…at least in his mind it was valid enough. Pride. No surprise there. He was always known to be hard-headed. That, meaning it could be compared to a big, hard, rock-solid boulder.

She was still glaring at him, waiting impatiently for his answer. Her hands were on her hips. "Well?!" She repeated darkly. He inwardly sighed, no more plans up his sleeve.

So, he decided to do what he did best.

Act like a bastard.

"You're so damn loud." He stated, sitting up on her bed as he ran a hand through his raven hair. If it was possible, her glare darkened tenfold.

"Just answer the question, Sasuke." She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. His eyes narrowed. "What if I don't want to?" He replied in his usual monotone voice. She scowled.

"Answer it." He could feel dark aura practically surrounding her. He didn't mind. "I don't have to answer a weak girl like you." There. He said it…again. Sometimes, it was funny to think he was almost mute, but there were times when he couldn't just keep his mouth shut.

"You selfish, ignorant, egoistical bastard! I hate you!"

He grit his teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching on his sides. What he hell? I used up all this time just to get her and this is the thank you I get?! He activated his Sharingan without even realizing it.

His nearly logical self was pushed at the very back of his mind, thus he didn't realize that it was partly his fault, after all.

But…there was no use thinking of what could have been.

"So? Hate me, I don't care. I bet you'll come back anyway."

So that's what he thinks. He bit her lip, her breaths coming in pants because of her outburst earlier. She stared at the ground, composing herself. She opened her mouth a few moments after.

"If you think, that I'll ever fall for you again Sasuke…you're wrong. I know I was stupid and naïve when we were 12…but I've grown." She whispered, finally looking at him straight in the eye.

"And besides…I'm not about to let my heart break twice."

He watched as she walked closer to the door. It was there again – that feeling like his heart was clenched and it was about to explode. It was ironic actually, seeing as it was now watching her back, as she walked away from him.

Suddenly – he didn't plan it…it just simply happened. Out of instinct, perhaps. He gripped her arm, fully stopping her from walking away. She turned to him. "What?!" She spat angrily.

He was nearly taken aback by the unshed tears that were pretty obvious in her eyes. "If you aren't going to say anything then why bother? You're wasting my time." She said, pulling away from his grip. Still…

He didn't let go.

She was about to open her mouth when he looked at her. There was something different about it… Right, his eyes. Though, she felt like it was only her imagination that made it look like he wanted her…needed her, to be with him.

As if.

"Don't leave."

She heard the statement loud and clear, albeit he only whispered it. She looked at him with indifference – the memories of what he did…and said, coming to plague her mind.

No more…I don't want to get hurt again.

She was finally able to release her arm from his grasp. She walked to the door slowly, turning the knob and slightly opening it. She looked at him with blank emerald eyes.

"Of course I'm not leaving, you are. Goodbye Sasuke."

It's my house you idiot. She thought to herself.

He stood up and walked to the door dumbly, not sparing her a glance. As soon as he got out, she closed the door behind him. She pressed her back against the piece of wood, slowly sliding down to the floor until she sat, looking blankly at nothing in particular.

He on the other hand, grit his teeth and punched the wall, leaving a crack. Well, he had to vent out somehow. He inhaled, then sighed exasperatedly, running a hand through his hair as he walked away.

But…what did he feel?

Anger. Frustration. Confusion…and a lot of other things he couldn't make out.

Over what?

He looked at her house. All this thinking made him want to burn something into oblivion. He closed his eyes. Maybe their so called mission could make him understand the situation better. With this thought in mind, he walked back to the Hokage Tower.

Maybe Naruto was a better choice to pick her up after all.

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