Naruto and the Disney Princess Chronicles

Sleeping Beauty: A Prince's Dilemma

Sakura's Pov

You know, I’ve been through a lot with Naruto and Sasuke—fights, training, missions, you name it. But I never thought I’d be standing here, in some fairytale world, watching Naruto get kissed by Sasuke. Again.

Of course, it had to be Naruto. I mean, Naruto, of all people. He’s the one prancing around in princess dresses, while I’m stuck being some background character in this ridiculous story. And to make it worse, he gets to be the one kissed by Sasuke.

The moment Sasuke leaned down to wake Naruto from the enchanted sleep, I felt my chest tighten. I knew it was coming—part of the story, just like it was when we were in the Snow White chapter—but that didn’t stop the rush of jealousy that bubbled up inside me. It’s always Naruto, isn’t it? He always finds a way to be the center of everything, even when it’s something like this.

I watch Sasuke’s expression as he kneels beside Naruto’s sleeping form. There’s something... softer about the way he looks at him. It’s subtle, but I see it. He’s hesitating, like he’s not sure how he feels about this. But that only makes it worse. Why is he hesitating for Naruto?

I glance at Kiba, who’s practically dying from holding in his laughter. He’s been teasing Sasuke nonstop since this whole fairytale disaster started. “Come on, Sasuke, what’s the hold-up?” Kiba says, barely containing his amusement.

I wish I could laugh with him, but instead, I’m standing here, watching Sasuke lean in, his lips inches away from Naruto’s. I grit my teeth, trying to keep my face neutral, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit. I should be the one he’s leaning down to kiss—not Naruto.

And then it happens. Sasuke presses his lips to Naruto’s.

It’s quick, but that doesn’t stop the wave of jealousy that hits me like a punch to the gut. I mean, sure, it’s part of the story, but why does it feel like more? Why does Sasuke seem so... conflicted about it? It’s not fair. I’ve been by Sasuke’s side all these years. Naruto’s just—well, Naruto.

Naruto, of course, stirs immediately after the kiss, groaning as he sits up. “Ugh... What happened? Did I get kissed by Sasuke again?”

He’s grinning like an idiot, completely oblivious to how lucky he is. How lucky he’s always been. I should be the one getting that attention from Sasuke, not Naruto. But here I am, playing the role of the observer while Naruto gets to be the one Sasuke is forced to save.

Sasuke stands up quickly, his face unreadable, though I can tell he’s embarrassed. “It was part of the story,” he says, his voice stiff, avoiding eye contact with me—and with Naruto.

Naruto, on the other hand, is practically glowing with amusement. “You know, Sasuke, this is becoming a habit. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like kissing me.”

I roll my eyes. Of course Naruto is going to milk this for all it’s worth. And Sasuke? He’s not even snapping back at him. That’s what stings the most. Normally, Sasuke would have told Naruto to shut up, or hit him, or something. But now, he’s just standing there, not saying a word. He doesn’t even look mad. Just... thoughtful.

Kiba, predictably, is laughing his head off. “Man, this is priceless! You two should make this a regular thing.”

I can’t stand it anymore. “Alright, that’s enough,” I snap, louder than I intended. “Let’s just get going.”

Naruto blinks at me, tilting his head. “Whoa, Sakura. Why so tense? It’s just a kiss.”

Just a kiss. He has no idea. No idea how long I’ve waited for Sasuke to notice me, to pay attention to me like that. And now here he is, acting like it’s nothing, while Sasuke is clearly more affected than he’s letting on.

“We’ve got more important things to worry about,” I say, trying to hide the bitterness in my voice. “Like getting out of here.”

Naruto grins, completely oblivious. “You’re right! Come on, Sasuke, let’s get moving! Maybe in the next chapter, you can carry me off on a horse or something.”

I feel a pang in my chest. That’s what I want—to be the one Sasuke saves, the one he looks at like that. But it’s always Naruto. Always. And now I’m stuck here, pretending like it doesn’t bother me, even though it does.

Sasuke, thankfully, doesn’t respond to Naruto’s teasing, though I can see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He won’t admit it, but I can tell there’s something there. Something he’s not ready to face. Something he’s only starting to realize because of this fairytale mess.

We start walking again, heading down the grand hallway to whatever the next part of this ridiculous story holds. Kiba is still snickering, and Naruto is bouncing ahead, as carefree as ever. And Sasuke? He’s quiet, walking just a few steps behind Naruto, like he’s deep in thought.

And me? I’m just trying to swallow the jealousy burning in my chest.

It’s not fair. I’ve been chasing Sasuke’s affection for so long, but now—now I can’t help but wonder if Naruto’s been right there in front of him all along. And I hate it. I hate that Naruto gets to be the one Sasuke wakes up with a kiss, the one who makes him hesitate. The one who seems to have slipped past all of Sasuke’s walls without even trying.

I shake my head, pushing those thoughts aside. We need to focus. There’s still more of this story to get through, and I can’t afford to be distracted.

But deep down, I can’t help but wonder if this fairytale world is forcing me to see something I didn’t want to admit.

As we continue our journey, the playful banter between Sasuke and Naruto lingers in the air, deepening their connection. And while I try to ignore the jealousy that simmers inside me, I know that things are changing between them.

And I’m not sure how I feel about it.