SasuSaku - Past Selves

Chapter 10 - Repercussions

Sakura's morning started with a headache. She woke up naked, dehydrated, and hungover. All of that was familiar for her, no big deal. The trouble began when she looked down to see an arm around her waist, realizing that she was being spooned by Sasuke, still asleep. Soon after, she realized she could actually feel his naked body pressed against her.

"Fuck!" she yelled, pushing herself out of the bed, almost falling down but grabbing onto the nightstand.

"Ughhh shit!" she groaned as the headache got worse. Too disoriented to get dressed, she snatched the blanket from the bed (and away from Sasuke's body) and covered herself with it.

Her mind was racing. Too overwhelmed to process her emotions properly, she grabbed a pillow she was sleeping on and threw it at Sasuke as hard as she could.

"You PERVERT!!"

Sasuke promptly opened his eyes. "What the hell, woman?" he mumbled, letting out a big yawn before rolling over, closing his eyes again. Seconds after, an empty wine bottle hit the wall right next to the bed, shattering everywhere.

Sasuke jumped up, confused yet irritated. "What is this? Your idea of an alarm clock?" He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I am NOT in the mood, you bastard!" She hissed at him, still holding up the blanket to cover herself. "What were you THINKING?"

"Are you always so cranky in the morning? God, it's like 9 AM, we barely slept for five hours."

"You piece of shit!" she reached for a kunai she picked up from the pocket of Sasuke's pants on the floor. That forced Sasuke to fully wake up and focus, just in time to dodge it.

"Okay, you have my attention. What's the fucking deal?" he crossed his arms, leaning on the headboard of the bed, some sheets barely covering his crotch.

"Are you seriously asking me this? Do you not realize what happened last night?" She yelled, pacing back and forth.

"Oh, trust me I realize that just fine. All I can think about, honestly. Wish you would lose the blanket, hottie" he said smirking, keeping his sharp eyesight fixated on her.

Another kunai went straight to his head, landing into the wooden headboard above his forehead, lightly grazing his hair.

"Okay, you're pissing me off with this shit. Can you stop throwing fucking knives at me?"

"Listen, you want to play dumb, be my guest. But remember this: we do NOT speak of what happened last night." She said sternly. "It was a drunken moment of weakness. I don't want to hear about it. We are going to be adults, and we are going to move on."

She pretended not to notice Sasuke's penetrating gaze as she quickly picked up his shirt from the ground and put it on. It was long enough on her to cover everything necessary.

"Maybe I wouldn't t have to wear your shit if you hadn't fucking torn every single piece of clothing!" She rolled her eyes as she stormed toward the door. Before she could take a second step, Sasuke snuck between her and the door, causing her to storm straight into his chest.

She forgot how quick he was. Must have gotten it from Orochimaru. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd gotten faster than Raikage-Sama himself. She tried to step back, just to realize his hand was already around her waist, keeping her in place. Seeing his figure tower over her was quite intimidating, but she was determined to stand her ground. Before she could yell at him in protest, he spoke smoothly down at her,

"We do not speak about last night? Is that right?"

"Y-yes that's what I said!" She scoffed. "Now, can you please back off? And put some clothes on for god's sake?" *Shit, I did take his shirt, though...* she thought, embarrassed.