In 9 Days

chapter 8

Day Four

Tangled Together

At eleven o'clock in the morning, with the sun at its sunniest and the hospital practically teeming with activity, Sakura knew the most sensible thing to do was to stay there, and do the things she was supposed to do. Check some papers. Read some scrolls. Do some rounds. Assist some operations. Hand out some instructions. There were lots of responsibilities, really, and only a person with a seriously warped mind would ever blow off such responsibilities, considering the wrath of the Hokage if said Sannin ever did find out.

Yet here she was. Outside, standing in the training grounds. Looking on, as Sasuke and Naruto sparred, like they usually did—with too much intensity, and what she presumed would result to too much injuries.

With a sigh, Sakura tried not to complain, as her two old teammates shouted the usual insults at each other. She had a purpose here—and she was darn well going to see it through.

"Are they still going to take long?" she asked, trying not to make her tone seem like a whine. Whining was for kids, really—and she pretty much didn't want to delve into memories of how whiny she used to be when she was still around twelve years old.

Beside her, Suigetsu—the only other person present to observe the training—cocked his head, and gave her a thoughtful look. He was leaning on his sword, which he had just sharpened (or so he bragged) for the better part of the hour.

"Aren't we pretty cranky today?" he murmured, a smirk forming in his face.

Alright. So maybe she was a bit whiny. Just a bit.

"I am not cranky," she muttered, not looking at him. She folded her arms, and stared straight at the training fields, and the two men moving there. "I'm just hoping they'd finally stop and rest."

Silence—with the exception of flying insults in the air.

"You are cranky," Suigetsu insisted, his voice sounding certain. Sakura let herself look at him now, and immediately, she saw that his smirk had gotten wider. "You didn't get any sleep, did you?"

No.

"Of course I did," she scoffed airily.

His eyes glinted. "Doesn't look like. I don't blame you. I bet what's with the moving in, you guys have been at it like rabbits til' dawn—oww!"

Immediately, Suigetsu dropped his sword, and went to rub his head in slow, soothing circles. He winced. "Jeez—what's wrong with the truth?"

"That is not the truth!" Sakura snapped, glaring at him in irritation.

"Well...you're lovers, aren't you? Karin was pretty much bitching about how she so wanted to be in your place—well, alright, she didn't exactly say it, but you get what I mean. She wants to be the girlfriend so she could fuck him like the crazy and make Uchiha babies."

The images of Uchiha babies with red, spiteful eyes and mouths as crude and loud as the red-haired kunoichi filled Sakura with an unexpected shudder—so not something she wanted to think about. She opened her mouth.

"We're not fu—" Instantly, she shut her mouth, and cursed herself inwardly. But Suigetsu, observant guy that he was, already caught on.

"You mean Sasuke still hasn't ravished you?" Suigetsu exclaimed, his eyes widening.

No.

She remained silent, and instead turned a bright red in the cheeks.

"You guys still didn't have sex?" he went on, tone incredulous. "Is he freaking insane!? A hot piece of—er, I mean girl like you, in the same bed with him...and he still didn't do a thing?"