WHAT A GIRL WANTS (Modern AU SasuSaku )

Chapter Specials : Men from Mars, Women from Venus

(Author's note :

This chapter basically special addition scenes regarding the story but didn't make it to the previous chapters because it will make the chapters way too long or the ideas just abruptly came to my mind after I finished the story but I find them interesting and amusing to throw it away.

So, enjoy, these additional scenes from Sasuke and Sakura during their high-school days and feel the growing passion between these two!

Deleted Scenes 1: The Dustbin Scene

One afternoon, I was watching the MTV Video Music Awards live from Los Angeles, and at the same time, Panic! At the Disco was performing their new song titled "I Write Sins Not Tragedies." Unfortunately, my mother called me from the kitchen. "Sakura!" she yelled loudly, sounding like a military commander in Vietnam or something. I had no other choice and could only sigh deeply. No one dared to defy my mother's orders, or I'd be the next Turkey Curry for dinner.

"What?" I grumbled, folding my arms as I approached the kitchen.

"Did you forget your main task to take out the trash?" scolded my mother, being fussy.

I rolled my eyes and half-heartedly did what this queen ordered. Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of my house gate with a large bag of trash and walked clumsily toward the large trash disposal area in my neighborhood.

Surprisingly, I crossed paths with Sasuke, who was also carrying a bundle of garbage.

"H-hi," I stammered awkwardly.

"Hi," he replied coldly.

After he rudely mentioned there was no reason for him to love me and no reason for me to love him when I had just arrived from New York and gave him a souvenir, I became a bit reluctant to meet him. I felt awkward just looking at his face. So, I decided to pretend not to care and threw my trash into the large dumpster in front of me.

I realized the weirdo was silently staring at me from behind, and unfortunately, I was only wearing ridiculously short pants that almost exposed half of my butt.

Fuck! Such a pervert! But he dares to act all high and mighty with me.

With annoyance, I turned my body, and strangely, he didn't lower his creepy gaze and instead shifted to judging me from top to bottom.

"What?" I snapped unintentionally due to embarrassment and discomfort.

"Take out my trash too!" he ordered rudely out of the blue.

I furrowed my brows even more and pouted my lips. This damn jerk! He didn't even use the word 'please' when telling me! Who does he think he is? Prince Charles?

Grumbling, I took his trash and threw it away.

I noticed for a moment he smirked condescendingly at me.

Stupid Sakura! How could you fall for this arrogant, heartless guy?

At the same time, Mr. Kurosawa, a middle-aged man and our neighbor, was walking from the opposite direction and accidentally crossed paths with us.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kurosawa," I greeted politely, bowing my body.

Oddly, this fool next to me didn't acknowledge our older neighbor at all. Absolutely lacking manners!

"Good afternoon, Sakura-chan," Mr. Kurosawa greeted with a flat expression, without smiling. He seemed very tired after working all day on a building construction near downtown Shibuya.

"How's your wife?" I asked casually.

"So far, she's still dead," he replied with a weary face, shocking me.