ANGEL | SASUKE UCHIHA

TWENTY-EIGHT

"It don't take much to shake me
and that's why very little can contain me"
murder suspect, afourteen

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Nagging thoughts.

That's what she'd been subjected to since the war came to a close, the funeral for Sarutobi where her and Sasuke said nothing but briefly held hands along with team seven to affirm team seven's loyalty to one another happened, and she'd been smoking weed. She'd attribute the thinking to getting use to smoking, as long as she could still sleep peacefully at the end of the day. But now it had began to poke through—that nagging. Began to poke through her eating and sleeping patterns, and although she'd contemplated questioning Sasuke on the black marks she'd seen a million times; she'd decided against it.

Asking him was pointless in her eyes. All Sasuke tended to do was lie, and whilst he acted all noble saving others from his burdens—she was stubborn. Didn't like that he was hiding things and hated that it hurt her pride so terribly. Sasuke shared things with her he didn't share with other people, but now somewhere along the way, their bond had become tainted. She couldn't pinpoint when it had happened or why, but the string named trust that formed the bond amongst other elements had been severed.

She also didn't like the fact that whilst she was getting her ass beat in the water country, Orochimaru had long schemed to invade Konaha. So much for guardian angel. Left and right she was messing up, and she'd never felt that kind of pressure before.

Which is why she was breaking into Sakura's house at three in the morning via the pink haired girl's slightly cracked window to question her on just what the hell happened to her Sasuke during the exams. Though she refused to call it breaking in. Merely visiting a friend at an unreasonable hour after pathetically making her lack of presence up to her by buying her a stuffed animal. She liked it, anyway.

Koharu glides over from Sakura's window to her fully asleep form thrown at her side, mounting her and pushing some hair out of her face. "Sakura." She whispers, lightly smacking her face. "Sakura, get up." Then she smirks. "What if I was Shikamaru? Would you get up then?"

At the third smack, Sakura's eyes fling open along with her mouth readying to let out a sharp scream, her eyes nowhere near adjusted to register that it's Koharu hovering over her and not a serial rapist. Koharu clamps a hand down over her mouth to keep her silent, wheezing and trembling at the hysteria she'd caused.

"Be quiet. It's just me." A large grin paints her face, ignoring the look of infuriation Sakura sends her. "You gotta learn to sleep with one eye open. If I was a criminal, you'd be dead."

Sakura moves Koharu's hand away from her mouth, irritated over such good sleep being interrupted at such a time. "You just broke into my house. You are a criminal. What do you want at this time?"