HIS JEALOUSY (SASUKE X SAKURA ONESHOT)

His Jealousy

All the characters used in this story is belong to Kishimoto sir. It is a Sasusaku oneshot.

All the pictures used in this story have taken from internet so all the credits of these pictures are going to their rightful owners.

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It is a busy day for Sakura in past 1 week they were so overloaded as some of the Suna Shinobis are admitted in Konoha hospital. Due to the alliance with Suna, Konoha has offered their medical assistance to them.

Sakura was busy to write a prescription of a patient when Ino came inside her chamber "Hey forehead girl! What are you doing?". Sakura gave her a bored look "Pig...if you are here for gossip then please come tomorrow I am drowning in work". Ino sighed "Stop taking so much stress you know it will make you look more aged than you are".

This time a masculine voice replied ino "Even if Sakura san is aged she will still look beautiful". Ino's interest started to grow on that comment, is this guy somehow trying to flirt with Sakura? "You are right...well where are you from? I have not seen you in konoha before ..." obviously Ino knew that he is not from konoha because there is no stupid left here who have guts to flirt with Uchiha Sasuke's wife.

"Okay enough talk guys...Kouta this is your prescription please buy these ointments before leaving hospital. After one week if you have time then inform me how your wound is...you are happy to go now" She smiled. "Thank you Sakura san" he replied.

"I am going off then forehead girl" Ino replied. "Oh Ino Will you please guide Kouta to the medicine shop if you have time? he doesn't know anything here" Sakura asked. "Of course I will" Ino replied.

"Well you didn't said you are from Suna" Ino asked that boy while walking through corridor. "I didn't said because it's none of your concern" the shinobi rolled his eyes. "Wo...that was kinda rude" Ino pouted. "That's not rude...I was just being practical you are putting your nose everywhere...if you would not have come in the chamber I would have spent some more time with Sakura san". Ino's eyes widen "Do you have a crush on Sakura? " She asked with her devilish smirk.

"No not crush I have a genuine interest in her. I like her and respect her for her strong personality" he replied. Ino was laughing internally 'Oh my god, say this in front of Sasuke once...he will show you how to respect...he will kill your whole clan at once'. "Oh my god, where have you been till today...You don't know we were so worried that we will not get a suitable husband for her ever" Ino replied dramatically.

"What do you mean by that, Sakura san is single? Even after being so beautiful and strong?" He knitted his brow. "Ofcourse she is...although she has many fan boys but no one dared to approach her for her strength. You are a good guy so confess your love to her you might have a chance then" she winked him. He gave her a smile "Thank you although I didn't like you a bit from the second you came to the chamber but now I feel you are not that bad". Ino smiled at him 'It will be a nice show...I just want to see sasukes reaction' . "Can I know where sakura san lives?" He asked. "Of course" again that devilish grin came on her face.

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Next day morning

Sasuke was just having his morning tea alone. Sakura went to hospital for her shift she is coming back tired yesterday, her days seems very hectic from past 1 month. He was just sipping his coffee peacefully when the bell rang.

He knitted his brows 'Who has come this early in the morning?' He opened the door which revealed a postman. "Yes?" He asked. "Does miss Haruno sakura lives here?" He asked. "Mrs. Sakura Uchiha" Sasuke corrected "and yes she lives here". "Can you call her once, I have a parcel on her name" the postman asked. Parcel? Who sent a parcel for Sakura at this early in the morning? "She is not in home...I am her husband you can hand me her parcel" he replied.