title: phoenix down
summary: old habits die hard, but that doesn't mean they'll never fall.
warning: drastic mood change – heavy to light.
disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. if I did, Sasuke wouldn't be such a twisted douchebag, and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction to convince myself that he's not that stupid.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun. Wanna go on a date with me?"

After training, she would always ask him this question. It was really the only somewhat-innocent (cruel) memory they had together, and she wanted it to last because she really didn't want this small something (she can't put a name to the face) between them to disappear. So she would always ask because it was a habit, routine, and she wasn't going to break it anytime soon because, ultimately, breaking it would break her.

"No," he would always say, barely sparing her a glance.

After his rejection, she would smile, for she wasn't really hurt and had already anticipated his never-changing answer, and then proceed to say, "Okay. Another time then?"

"Aa," he would reply because it was vague and, thus, open to interpretation. He wasn't as cruel as most believed him to be.

Then, "Bye, Sasuke-kun!" would be the end of their conversation (if you could call it that) before she ran off to the hospital or wherever she normally went after training.

It was the same every day. She would ask, he would reject, she would accept, and then she would leave. It wasn't something they looked forward to, but it was something they expected without complaint. In their world where everything was subject to change (because you never know if you'll be dead or alive tomorrow), this was a constant. And for that, they were glad.

But one day, this fragile routine of theirs that was supposed to last forever fell prey to change, just as everything else eventually does.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun. Wanna go on a date with me?"

The negative answer was on the tip of his tongue, but then he decided, he would give her a chance. It was, he thought, the least he could do for her.


"Okay. Another ti–wait, what?"

". . . You know I don't like repeating myself."

"Did you just say 'okay'?" she asked incredulously, eyes wide with shock.

"Should I take back what I said?" he scowled.

"No, no," she shook her head vigorously, "it's just that it's been two years, and you've never said anything of a 'yes' before, so this is all very new and unexpected and just . . ." she paused, turning her gaze to the sky, "wow . . ."

He waited for her to calm down.

She blinked a few times before finally saying, "So . . . what happens now?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "I don't know. You're the one who asked me."

She laughed sheepishly (he decided that he liked her laugh) as she scratched the back of her head.

"Yeah, you're right. Um . . . wanna go to Ichiraku?"

He smirked. "That's your idea of a date?"

She laughed again (it almost made him smile). "Your answer put me in such a shock that Ichiraku was the best I could come up with. Forgive me?"

He shrugged. "As long as you pick something better next time."

"Oh? So there's a next time?" She was smirking now.

His own lips curved in a twisted fashion to match hers. "It depends on how today goes."

"Well, then," she said in a haughty fashion, "I guess I'll have to work really hard to get that second date, now don't I?"

Then, she took his hand in hers – very boldly – and dragged him to the local ramen shop, laughing, because although their small habit ended, their worlds didn't fall, and she didn't break, and it couldn't have been any more perfect.

Trying to make something worthwhile. Did it work?

I chose phoenix down because I'm a Final Fantasy nerd, and you use it to revive your character after he/she dies.