can i keep you? // narusasu au

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// Sasuke //

"Hey, are you okay?" Hinata, my workmate, asks as soon as I enter the kitchen. I know I look pissed right now, but I don't really care.

Why is everyone asking about my mood? Isn't it obvious with how I look right now? I'm probably scaring customers with my bitch face and glares, but I just don't feel like being nice today.

"I barely see you like this, Sasuke. Care to tell me what's bothering you? Maybe I could give you some advice," she nudges my arm. She's so goddamn nosy!

Despite my being irritated at HInata's intrusion, I look at her and tell her anyway. "Sakura is here," I say, crossing my arms.

"Sakura? Your ex-girlfriend?" She asks and I nod. "Then why are you moping? Let's get a drink later. I just met someone and he asked me out. Come with us!"

My frown deepens. "She's getting married," I feel so fucking annoyed right now, "with her on and off boyfriend."

"Oh, wow . . . to that model, Deidara?" she asks with wide eyes. I nod as my chest tightens at the mention of that asshole's name.

I met Sakura in Sakura in New York. She was taking a business course there and we were schoolmates back then. She never took school seriously, instead taking up modeling offers. Her dream was to become a top model one day.

"That guy is hot," Hinata giggles, and I glare at her. What a flirt.

"He's just famous because his parents are CEO's of one of the top Japanese magazine, but besides that, he's just a model with ordinary looks," I huff, frowning more deeply.

I would never allow that weeding to actually happen. Sakura is still mine, and I'm going to be her husband—not that stupid Deidara.

"What if they don't work out and end up getting a divorce. You'll have a chance again!" Hinata shrugs.

"He's a famous model that could give Sakura connections. I doubt she'd let him go that easily."

"You mean she's only with him because he's famous?" She asks confusedly.

I roll my eyes, "Of course, Hinata. She doesn't love him. She loves me." I inhale deeply. I know Sakura loves me--I'm sure of it.

"Does she even know that?"

"Know what?"

"That she loves you," Hinata chuckles and I scowl at her some more which makes her shut up.

"She loves me, okay? She's just having trouble realizing it because her dream career is her priority right now. We are meant for each other, I swear! And I know in my heart she feels that same way," I draw imaginary circles on the counter as I explain everything.

Sakura and I were so close back in New York. I usually visited her in her dorm, and she often came to mine too. We would hang out and watch movies together while cuddling. I would steal kisses from her as she giggled and nuzzled into me. I love the sound of her laughter. I love everything about her actually.

I really thought we had something--a real romantic relationship even if neither of us said it officially. Our actions spoke louder than words, and we both felt it . . . or so I thought.

It was when Deidara came into the picture that Sakura couldn't shut up about him for one second, much to my dismay. And then one time, she was gone for two weeks--no calls and no texts. When she finally showed up to class later, she just said she was in Florida with Deidara and gushed about how he asked her out. My heart broke into a hundred fucking pieces because of that. I realized then that I was the only one who was thinking we had something.

"Earth to Sasuke! Hello . . ." I'm pulled out my thoughts as Hinata flicks my forehead.

"What?" I snap at her and she just rolls her eyes.

"You're so dramatic, Sasuke. You're only twent-one, okay? There's tons of girls out there, so you don't need to sulk around and mope about some girl that doesn't even care about you."

"But you don't understand, Hinata. Sakura is my soulmate. She's meant to be with me, and I'm going to make her realize that," I storm out of the kitchen with a sense of determination.

No one understands the way I'm feeling right now. Sakura is mine. She loves me. I just know it!