Title: Silly
Prompt: Through the wardrobe (Day 28)
Theme: In another life (AU)
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At first, she thought she was only being silly.
Silly like only a fifteen-year-old girl with a crush on a nineteen-year-old guy could be. Silly, but harmless, really. She just took advantage of her friendship with the guy's sister, coaxed her to do a sleepover at her house, and then, when everyone had fallen asleep, sneaked into the guy's bedroom to have a little fun. He wasn't home, anyway; his sister said he was busy studying for an exam – busy being a cool college guy. So, what could be dangerous about going into his bedroom and, who knows, seeing what kind of books he read, what kind of hobbies he had, how his clothes smelled like, and innocent, silly stuff as such?
But right now, even though she has carried out her plan perfectly, flawlessly, she is realizing just how truly stupid she had been to think this would turn out okay.
Because he was not as busy as his sister had said, and he is home.
At first, it seemed he really wasn't. She found the room blissfully empty. She took in the blue walls, the simple furniture, the sole poster hanging form the wall: a painting of a woman by Egon Schiele. It was a clean, simple, but nice room, just like she expected it to be. There was a bed, large and soft; a desk, neatly organized; a bookshelf, filled mostly with books about History and Philosophy, and a wardrobe, large and also well-organized, containing mostly dark clothes.
This wardrobe is the only reason she hasn't been caught yet. When she heard the door open, she ran and hid inside of it. Thus, here she is now, watching her crush through the half-closed doors of the wardrobe, hidden by the darkness, heart beating wildly inside her chest.
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At first, he thought she was only being silly.
He'd already seen this girl around. She was one of his sister's best friends, and she was, well, just another fifteen-year-old girl. She dressed the same, spoke the same, moved the same... Unremarkable, except perhaps for her pink hair, her pretty face, her big green eyes, and her wide forehead. She was exotic looking, and in a good way, but that was all there was to her... or so he wanted to think, because she was his sister's age, and he could not think much else about her. It was kind of illegal.
But right now, he is starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, it would be alright to think more about her – to let his thoughts and imagination go beyond what he's allowed them to.
Because there she is: hidden inside his wardrobe, previously hoping to sneak in and have a look around, thinking he would not come back tonight, and now trapped with him, in his wardrobe, with no one else to see or hear.
Okay. That's it. He cannot deny it ay longer: he is attracted to her. There is something about the way she looks at him, and the way she seems to stand out from the crowd despite dressing, speaking, and moving the same as the other girls. He can't really explain it. She is just four years younger, too; the age gap is not alarming, but it is still pretty exciting to him. Many guys are into younger girls at some point – although he never thought he'd be one of them. Maybe she is an exception to all his rules.
Sakura. That is her name – he finally remembers. Haruno Sakura. He tries to picture her among his clothes in his wardrobe, blushing and trembling with nervousness, as he calmly takes off his clothes, leaves only his lamplight on, and sits on his bed, knowing she is watching him through the darkness, heart beating wildly inside her chest.
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He is naked.
Because he apparently sleeps naked. Dear God. Is it really that surprising? Many people sleep naked, especially during the summer. Dammit, even she sleeps naked sometimes, and of course, having no idea someone was hiding in her wardrobe, she'd do it as freely as he is doing it now.
This is so wrong. That is all she can think of. This is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. She's such a creep – sneaking into his room, hiding in his wardrobe, watching him sleep naked. She deserves to die right here and now. Dying would be much better than being found out, after all.
But death is not the best solution, she knows. Really, she has no other choice but to stay in the wardrobe until he turns off his lamp and falls asleep, so that she can sneak out and end this hell. There is no way she will stay all night here, or come out and be all like, “Oh, sorry, wrong wardrobe!” Only imagining the embarrassment she'd feel in that situation makes her-
“Sakura, I'm getting bored. Come out already.”
She practically chokes on her spit in that moment.
Coughing and gasping, she accidentally falls out of the wardrobe and on the floor. Trying to regain composure, holding on to the last remains of dignity she has left, she hurries to her feet and presses her back to the wall.
Sasuke sits on his bed, body from the waist down (thankfully) under the covers and hands behind his head. He seems casual, cool, unnerved: all the opposite from what she might seem now. Under his heavy dark gaze, she wants to cry. At any moment, she will probably melt off into a puddle of embarrassment.
“I'm sorry,” she squeaks, trying not to notice his bare, muscular chest. “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so-”
“What are you here for?” he interrupts. “Just answer that.”
Through the knot in her throat, she murmurs, “Um, I... I wanted to see your room. I thought you would not be back for the night. Your sister said so. I... I was curious. Only that. I swear I-”
“Okay.” Slowly, he leans forward, resting his palms on the bed. “But I did come back. And you got caught. Now what?”
Confusion clouds her panic briefly. “W-what do you mean?”
“You're here,” he explains. “I'm here... naked. What do you want now?”
She doesn't get it. It takes her a long while. And even when she does, she thinks she's got it wrong, so she pretends she still doesn't get it, until he rolls his eyes and motions her over.
“Just come,” he says... and that she does. Plenty of times.
A/N: I'm glad I'm not the only who took this as a Narnia prompt. However, I think I got too carried away and wrote about things that aren’t in the movies yet. I've been reading the books since I was five and even though I love the Pevensies I'm still desperate to see the other countries from the Narnia world in the live action besides Telmar.
For those who have no idea of what I'm talking about about on this shot, let me make clear: Archenland = ally. Calormen = enemy. Anvard = capital of Archenland. Tashbaan = capital of Calormen.
I hope you all enjoy it and please please tell me if I made any mistakes, I'll love you forever! And I know the title is bad, I had no ideas...
“They’re so cute!” she whispers to him, eyes shining with excitement and hands probably desperate to take the little creatures and hug them.
“Don’t say it out loud. They’ll hardly like it.” he warns her, remembering what happened the last time someone called a Narnian mouse of Most Noble Order of the Lion cute.
“That’s a shame.” her animation dropped considerably as she followed his advice, and she restrained herself by holding onto her husband’s arm while they walked through Cair Paravel hallways, “You don't think they would make an exception for us?”
He snorts.
“They're not going to be indulgent just because you were raised in Tashbaan. At least, not the mice.”
She grunts.
“They certainly should. I mean, this isn't easy for someone from outside. It’s hard to remember that what’s acceptable for some animals isn’t for others.”
“Don’t forget the dwarves. And the centaurs. And…”
“Argh! It’s a neverending list! We should have stayed at home!”, her voice is frustrated.
“Narnia and Archenland have been friends for a long time.” he explains for the nth time “As the king is my duty to keep the ties between the nations…”
“Yeah, I know.” she interrupted, her brow furrowing. “I’m just… you know… I’m...”
He turns his black eyes to her, while she refuses to meet them.
“What is it?”, his voice is worried.
She sighs.
“Are you really sure that having a Tashbaan wife won’t shake the alliance?”
He rolls his eyes, not only because her question is ridiculous, but also because he had already explained to her a thousand times that if her birthplace didn’t matter for him it shouldn't matter for anyone else.
And besides, she had been annoying him since they left Anvard.
No, they won't mind it. Yes, it has happened before. No, the Narnians aren't ones to hold grudges. Yes, they would love her. No, the meeting wasn't because of her. Yes, everyone was aware of where she came from. No, he didn't regret choosing her as his wife. Yes, they knew that she didn't take part with the Calormene in the last battle. No, they wouldn't want her to stand trial. Yes, her loyalty to Archenland was common knowledge in Narnia. No, they weren't going to take her under arrest. Yes, she should shut her mouth for now.
He was confident they would accept her, even though she was a Calormene. He knew they wouldn't judge her by her ancestrals or her kin. He knew they wouldn't find it weird that she had helped to repel attacking armies, and provided aid to the wounded ones afterwards, considering the queens Lucy and Susan from so many years ago.
He knew they would see her just as he saw. A brave and intelligent woman, selfless and kindhearted to take care of her people, strong and smart to make decisions, with such a beautiful and warm smile that the closest mouse would make an exception for her hugs, if she asked nicely.
He could see her getting along with them easily.
He just wished she could see it as well.
“As long as you don’t call the mice cute…”
"I promise to control myself!", she smiles, her animation coming back.
"And don't make any comments if a horse's mane is too short...", he points out.
"That's easy, I won't forget it."
"And don't laugh in front of the dwarves..."
“Whatever!", she cuts him, diplomatic mission forgotten, "Just promise me that the king is human.”
Title: Fashion sense
Author: Ella / ff.net’s xElla8D / youtube’s xHawtAMVS
Summary: Day 28: Through the wardrobe - in which Sasuke’s fashion sense in not what Sakura had expected.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Through the wardrobe
Rating: T
Comments: Judging from Sasuke’s shippuden choice of clothes, I think it’s legit that fashion ain’t his domain.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11349882/28/Daily-spices
~ “Let’s not kid ourselves, there will always be a next time.”
SasuSaku Month 2015
Week 5: In Another Life
Day 28: Through the Wardrobe
“Yeah, I’m meeting up with Ino to find you a little present for our honeymoon.” She winked over at him as she stepped out of the car.
“You do that.” He chuckled “I’ll see you tonight at home.”
Sakura turns her attention to her phone as he drives away. ‘See you soon.’ She texted and afterwards she stuffed her cellphone in her purse.
She found the store quickly and grabbed a few pieces without much thought before making her way to the changing rooms. She walks over to the door with a seven and knocks three times, stepping in quickly as it’s opened from the inside.
There she stood face to face with the best man. “Took you long enough” He complained in hushed tones his hand finding its way to her waist as soon as the door closed.
“He insisted on driving me.” She replied, the articles of clothing forgotten in the small seat at the corner.
“Next time just ditch him.” His lips made contact with her neck before she could be reminded of how wrong it all was.
“Shut up.” She whispered hands fumbling nervously and urgently with the buttons on his shirt. “Who told you there’s gonna be a next time?”
“Let’s not kid ourselves.” He paused and turned to look at her eyes boring into hers. “We both know there will always be a next time.” And his lips met with hers in an effort to silence her, every protest died at her lips then.
She soon finished with the buttons on his shirt and turned her attention to his pants, after undoing the belt she got rid of the button and pushed them down. She let her hands wander then, her fingers tracing the lines of his body like a map she knew like the palm of her hand.
His hand slipped under her shirt covering every inch of her with his touch, wherever he touched was fire. She was the one to deepen the kiss her hands trailed down his back and dipped in his pants. He groaned into her mouth at her touch.
They froze as they heard a cellphone ring, parting quickly their eyes met momentarily. It was his, he reached for his cellphone and turned to answer. “What?” He asked, annoyed.
She could faintly hear the voice from the other side. “Are you busy?”
“You could say that.”
“Fine, remember we’re meeting in half an hour.” And the call went dead.
“It was your sweetheart.” He spoke, amused as he turned his attention back to her his hand trailed down her legs and beneath her skirt. “We’ll have to make this quick.”
So I was listening to this song from Ed Sheeran titled “Photograph” for the first time and this idea just popped into my head. It was a sweet and beautiful song but I don’t know what’s wrong with me all I could think was this angst x’D
But I hope you like it T.T
The Uchiha mansion was over a century old, and contained many priceless artifacts; it wasn’t exactly the best place for a high school party to be thrown, but Sasuke was determined to get Haruno Sakura into his home by any means necessary. Everyone in town knew that the pink-haired overachieving nationally rated boxing captain was itching for a good party to celebrate her hard won championship, so when the rumors began about Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto going out of town for the weekend, and Itachi over-nighting at his lab partner’s house to study for an upcoming final at his university she was actually rather excited. Sure she and Sasuke hadn’t really spoken to one another since he had transferred to Konoha High’s rival school Oto Academy to champion their Kendo team, but that was more due to Sasuke’s intense new training regime under Coach Orochimaru than Sakura actively avoiding him (although she had turned down several phone calls to visit with her former classmate – it wasn’t like she was afraid he’d realize how much his departure from their school had depressed her, she really missed seeing him every weekday in classes). Besides, Sakura figured that with a house full of partying teens it was very unlikely that she and Sasuke would come face to face with each other. If the girl had known that the entire reason for the party was so that the young Uchiha could lure him to his home, and subsequently get her alone for a nice long chat, she might have reconsidered.
Sasuke knew Sakura had every right to be upset with him; he had after all abandoned her and his other friends from Konoha in favor of joining up with a school that had cheated (literally, several investigations were pending) them out of more than a few championship title. The Uchiha however, needed the girl in his life; a startling realization had occurred to the boy upon her first declined phone call – she wasn’t just his friend, she was the girl he liked. He missed her, and no matter how much he could get his best friend, Naruto, to keep him updated on Sakura’s activities, he wanted to bask in her presence once again. It was for those reasons that Sasuke became determined to get her to his home so that they could have a heart-to-heart, even if his home was destroyed and his parents killed him upon their return. When the night of the party arrived the boy ignored his guests (and the destruction they wrought) in favor of keeping his eyes peeled for shining pink hair and flashing emerald eyes.
When his target finally entered his sights Sasuke was quick to take firm hold of her hand and drag her into one of the unused upstairs bedrooms. “What the hell Sasuke-kun!?”
“We need to talk.”
“You’re damn right we do, what are you thinking dragging me around!” The pritty green eyes he liked so much were narrowed in anger.
Sasuke stood to his full height and met her gaze with his own dark orbs, “Stop avoiding me Sakura.”
“I’m not av-“
“Bullshit! You aren’t returning my calls, and you’ve stopped coming over to hang out.” He would have continued if the door to the room didn’t begin opening at that moment. A reasonable rational boy would have simply asked that whoever was entering find another room to do whatever it was they wanted to do, but the strain of going so long without the pretty little woman at his side and the anger he felt over her avoidance of him shot his rationality to hell. He was once more pulling Sakura behind him before the door was a quarter open – this time into the antique wardrobe.
“I’m not about to make out with you while Sai and Ino out there getting it on...”
“I didn’t pull you in here to make out Sakura.”
“Damn, and here I thought I was dreaming.”
“What?”
“Errr... Nothing?”
Sasuke blinked through the dark at the girl before shrugging, “You dream about making out with me?”
Her blush was so bright Sakura was certain that he could see it in the dark, “I plead the fifth...”
“Hn,” He had his lips pressed against hers before Sakura could roll her eyes at his single syllable reply. After parting for air Sasuke smirked at her, “I never knew we had such similar dreams.”
Summary: An eight year old boy stumbled upon spring inside a wardrobe. What he found there would lead him to one of the greatest mysteries he’s ever encountered
A/n: This theme loudly spoke Narnia and so I followed that noise and wrote this. There will be a continuation for this fic. So stay tuned!
Rating: K | Words: 1841
Our visits to grandma’s house were usually not that fun, for me at least. Grandma seemed to like brother very much. She would always ruffle his hair even though he’s too old for that.
Even though our age gap was quite large, he still had time to play with me.
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I closed the wardrobe and nuzzled myself deep into the corner of the furniture. I could hear his voice and footsteps as he walked up the stairs, getting closer and closer to my hiding spot!
“Sasuke? Where are you, Sasuke?” I moved backwards a little bit more.
More and more and it still seemed that I haven’t reached the rearmost part of the wardrobe. I moved backwards and the coats that hung in the wardrobe grazed over my head and still I could push myself further inside. How huge was this wardrobe exactly?
As I moved in the infinite amount of space in the wardrobe, I felt something soft and wet.
Was this grass? Why would there be grass in a wardrobe? It was dark. I couldn’t rely on my sight but on my touch alone. I followed the cool texture, moving past the coats and clothing until all I could feel was the grass. It felt soft underneath my fingertips.
Then there was a light. I followed it.
It led me to a meadow in the middle of who knows where. The main question was, how did I even get there?! What is this place?!
Maybe I had hit my head and blacked out...
I stood up straight and breathed in the cool moist air. There was nothing but grass. No one was there but me. Or so I thought.
“Hi?” A voice spoke behind me. I turned myself around and saw a girl. She was smiling at me. She was... Beautiful. She had short petal pink hair, pale skin and green eyes. She’s probably around the same age as me. She looked, human.
But then again, who is she? And where am I?
“Who are you?” I asked her and she giggled. Was my confusion funny to her?
“You seem lost. Not from around here, are you?” I remained quiet.
“My name’s Sakura.” She extended her hand. I would’ve taken it but I had to be cautious. What if she was a ghost? Or a witch? And what if I touch her, I could not go back from wherever this place was? But she seemed friendly enough. There was nothing wrong with telling my name.
“Sasuke.” She nodded and made her way to leave. She was going to leave me alone. What should I do? Should I follow her? Should I stay? Wait, where did the wardrobe go?! All I saw was just grass.
“Come on!” She gestured for me to come with her, as if sensing my troubles. I guess I could follow her...
I tailed behind her and we walked several steps before a forest seemed to have slowly materialized right in front of her. I halted. What in the world is this place?!
“It’s fine, Sasuke.” There’s something about those eyes, those green eyes that made me trust her. I let her grab my wrist and guided me into the forest. The giant trees stood tall and proud, shielding the sky from view and us from the heavens.
She easily found her way around, turning left, then right, then left, jumping over creaks and logs. Then I spotted smoke from what might look like a campfire. Maybe we’re heading towards a village? Could it be her village?
I was right. It was her village. Everyone greeted her with smiles and friendliness. Some of them even spared glances at me and nodded their head in respect. We kept walking side by side, wandering to be exact.
“So where did you come from?”
“From a wardrobe.” She laughed at me. But then her face turned pensive. She murmured–softly but loud enough for me to hear–something like, “Could it be?”
She looked around her and dragged me far from the crowd. She was beginning to whisper.
“Shh my parents once told me about this “gate”.” I quirked my eyebrow at this. This was beginning to sound like a dream, a fairytale.
“Mama said that only those who are special could enter the gate. She said there was once a woman who came from a photo frame! But I didn’t really believe her.” Her face looked bewildered, as if she had seen a ghost.
“And here you’re saying that you came from a wardrobe?”
“I was playing hide and seek with my brother–” She giggled then urged me to continue.
“–and I was hiding in a wardrobe then I went further in and... Here I am.” Her expression had morphed into something of amusement.
This was beginning to sound interesting. Maybe her mom could get me back home!
“Can I talk to your mom?” In a second, that amusement turned sullen, into grief and sadness.
“She passed away two years ago.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Fortunately, the mood didn’t stretch for too long for she was already guiding me through the village again for what felt like hours, telling me stories of this place while picking flowers along the way.
“It’s springtime now.” She sniffed on the flower and her eyes gleamed under the sunlight.
“I love spring. The flowers are at full bloom and the trees bear most fruits. People are happy.” She picked another flower and tucked it in her pocket.
“Then there’s winter. It doesn’t last that long but it’s scary. The trees don’t bear fruits, flowers are buried and frozen underneath the ice, and people are sad.” The living plants in her grip were crushed.
Something about her story didn’t seem right to me, as if there was another hidden mystery waiting to be discovered. This girl was also another mystery.
Suddenly a loud chime echoed through the forest. It was coming from this bell that I saw in the middle of the village. I glanced at her and her face instantly changed. She looked panicked.
“Oh no! You need to leave!” She stood up from the log we were sitting on and pushed me further into the forest, away from the village, away from the crowd, away from the chime.
“But how?”
We started to run and yet I didn’t know why. The forest was getting denser, branches hung carelessly, grazing my body every time until one of them cut my forearm. I could feel the sting of pain, but I kept running, again I was tailing her.
“The same way you came here.”
“But I don’t know how!” They arrived at a large tree that seemed to stand out from all the other ones. It had a thicker bark with darker color. Its roots dig deep into the soil, extending to the far ends of the forest.
“My parents believed this is where the gate is.” In front of us was a hole, no much bigger than a man’s size. It was dark and it looked like a tunnel that led to an underground hideout. She nudged my arm and I almost fell in. Was this all even real?!
She turned her head around, fear apparent in her eyes with the way they wildly scan the area.
“You need to leave! Now!”
“Wait! Will I be able to come back?” She smiled at me. That was the second time she smiled and it felt warm.
“If destiny lets you.” She pushed me, hard enough until I lost my footing and fell into the hole. I was sliding through the underground tunnel and if it weren’t for the current circumstances, it might’ve been fun.
I landed with a thud. It was dark again. My hands were probing around when I finally touched something. It felt like wood. Wood?
Am I back in the wardrobe again? That realization was such a heavenly feeling.
I quickly followed the woody texture and soon enough I could feel the furry coats and clothing grazing my head. Yes, yes, yes! I’m back home!
I could see light shining through crevices along the way. I must be close to the door. When I finally found it, I pushed as hard as I can until I tumbled out of the wardrobe and fell onto the cold hard wooden floor.
Oh I’ve never felt so relieved to be at grandma’s house.
“Itachi!!” He probably sensed something wrong in my voice because he dashed through the door at the end of the corridor and ran towards me.
“Sasuke–“ He looked worried for a moment, as if he thought I had injured myself. But then his face softened and raised his index and middle finger and poked me on the forehead. Just like always.
“Got you. Why did you come out of your hiding place so soon?”
“Huh? But I was in there for hours!”
“You’re being silly again, little brother.” He ruffled my hair. He didn’t believe me!
“I’m serious! I hid in the closet but then when I went further in, I was at a meadow, and then I saw a girl and we were in a forest.”
“Hn. Were you dreaming inside that wardrobe?”
“No!” If he didn’t believe me then I’ll show him. I dragged him and pushed him into the wardrobe. He awkwardly tried to find a comfortable sitting position and leaned against the side, hugging his knees before I closed the door.
“Sasuke?”
“Go further in!”
“I can’t. There’s no room left.”
“What?” I opened the door and dragged him out. I had to try again. I sat in there just like before, nuzzled myself to the very end of the furniture and those fur coats were already touching my head. There was no room left, there was nowhere to go. No grass, no wind, no trees, no forest, no Sakura.
Why did this happen?
I kept touching the wooden surface and it was still the same. I closed and opened and closed the door again but nothing happened.
I gave up.
It was time to go home from grandma’s house. We waved goodbye through the window as the car drove away.
I kept looking at the window, at the buildings, houses and shop stalls that lined the streets. My mind kept travelling back to the meadow and forest, where it was springtime and everything there was pretty and mysterious altogether.
Here, snow was piling up along the rooftops and pavements.
There, the air was cool, the scenery green, and everything smells like spring.
Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe I was getting bored and I fell asleep in the wardrobe.
“Ouch!” I was leaning against the car door when I felt a sting from my forearm. There was a small cut. Wait I got this cut from the forest! From when I was running through the branches, and Sakura was leading me through.
notes: I was gonna go the Narnia route and then realized I hadn’t read Narnia for about…8 years lol
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Through the Wardrobe
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Sakura likes to get away from the world once in a while. Unfortunately, Sasuke makes that impossible for her.
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It is her place away from the bumbling nonsense of the real world. Though the space is small, Sakura manages to find enough room to lean her back against the dark cherry wood and tickle the other side of the wardrobe with her toes. She breathes in its rustic scent, and opens half a door panel—just a bit!—to let in some light.
Sometimes she reads. The lack of proper lighting makes it hard, especially in the evening, but Sakura wages through the hindrance. Other times, she writes in her diary—the silence surrounding her, interrupted only by the scratching of a near-empty fountain pen and lousy paper—about the thoughts circling her mind or the events of the day.
But mostly, she sits there and just bathes in the serenity of peace. Everything is perfect, alone in this wardrobe.
Then, one day, her haven as she knew it, crumbles into disaster.
“What are you even doing here?” Sasuke asks. He peers through the small crack of the panel opening, her light hole, and Sakura screams from surprise. Sasuke, equally shocked by her outburst, falls back a couple steps and onto the floor.
“Hey!” she shouts. “What gives you the right to come here? This is my place!”
“Why are you even in there?” Sasuke mutters. “Are you trying to avoid someone?”
Sakura scoffs, and steps out of the wardrobe. She stretches her body out, arms reaching for the sky. Her shirt lifts up just the slightest to give Sasuke a nice view of her flat stomach, and he nods in appreciation. Sakura doesn’t notice.
“I’m always here. This is my sacred area.” She points to the spot in which she sat moments before. “How about you? Why are you here?”
“Look,” Sasuke growls. “The teachers have been wondering where you’ve been going during your free time, since you’re never in the library or study halls. As President of the student council, it’s been my unfortunate duty to search the whole campus for your whereabouts. I’ve had to scour through every room, some which I didn’t know existed, and even the rooftop and girls’ bathrooms.” Sasuke shakes his head, as if to forget the horrors of those incidents. “And now I’ve found you. Hiding in a fuckin’ wardrobe like a kid.”
Sakura crosses her arms. “You didn’t have to look for me, you know, President.” She bites the words with sarcasm and notes the irritation spreading across Sasuke’s face. “Why do you care so much?”
“I—“ he begins, an angry finger pointing at her chest.
They hear a fierce knock on the door. “Hey, is someone in there?”
Both of them stiffen. The knock repeats, and they recognize the voice as one of the stricter senseis—Iruka.
“Fuck, if he catches me, I’ll get my position revoked,” Sasuke growls. “I can’t lose this.”
Sakura rolls her eyes and takes Sasuke by the wrist. She pries the wardrobe doors open and forces him in there, ignoring the fact that another being had just desecrated her holy spot.
“What the—Sakura, I can’t go in there—“
The doorknob starts to rattle, and both of them know they have no time to waste. Sasuke fits himself against the wall, knees curled to his chest. His limbs are too long to stretch comfortably. Sakura jumps in and eases the panels closed, leaving them blanketed in darkness.
She eases her way between Sasuke’s legs, much to his embarrassment.
“Look,” she growls. “I can’t move to the other side without getting noticed. So just deal with this for a bit, alright?”
Sasuke doesn’t reply, but he believes the rapid thumps of his heart are enough to signal to Sakura that he can deal with it—just not calmly. She blames it on the fear of getting caught. Sasuke thinks it’s because of another reason entirely.
“You know,” he whispers. “Besides the tight fit, I can see why you like it so much.” He inhales. “Smells funny, though.”
Sakura jabs his stomach. “Take that back!”
“Shh,” he warns, smirking. They huddle together, so close that Sakura can feel his breath against her ear, while the scent of her floral shampoo wafts into his nostrils. She smells nice.
There are no more knocks at the door, and Iruka’s presence signals its disappearance when his footsteps become lighter and fainter. He is gone.
Sakura sighs in relief. “Thank God,” she cries out. She pries herself out of Sasuke’s lanky limbs, and pushes open the door panel—only, it doesn’t budge.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sakura breathes. She pushes harder, but nothing budges. Sasuke tries it himself, but even with his strength, the panel stays shut. Sakura realizes now that the place she cherishes so much, the place where she could escape to, has turned into hell.
“Are you telling me we’re stuck here?” Sasuke growls. “Sakura, I have work to do. As President of the—“
“Fuck off,” she snaps. “You’re the reason we’re in here in the first place.”
“Me? You’re the one—“
“I think I heard something!” Iruka shouts. Two sets of footsteps rush back to towards the door. Sasuke grabs Sakura and pulls her into an accidental embrace. They stay silent.
Sasuke’s arms are warm around her. They’re built of athleticism and yet exude protection. She feels safe.
And though Sakura doesn’t notice (thankfully!), Sasuke, with his forearms brushing against the curves of her chest, feels an unfamiliar excitement that torments him for the rest of the time they cling together.
He secretly hopes it’ll be a while before they get out.
