𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗔 || sasusaku

Chapter 10: Thought

Sakura arrived at the Hospital after taking a short shower in her apartment complex and throwing in a simple dress she took from the rack in haste as Jugo waited outside. By eight in the morning, Sakura was in the Hospital, wearing her spare lab coat after stepping outside the car.

"Tell Sasuke-kun thank you," Sakura said before she walk towards the Hospital's entrance. Jugo just stare at her retreating figure before he took his phone and texted his Boss.

<Doctor said thank you.> he typed simply before clicking send. He then decided to maneuver his car where it would be less obvious and people would not notice. He was instructed to keep an eye on her again after all.

When Sasuke got the text, he read Jugo's message. It was odd enough for him to text Sasuke but the message itself almost made the Uchiha smile. Well, almost. He still couldn't get over the fact that a certain yellow haired friend of his would be arriving the day after tomorrow. Sasuke wasn't ready to deal with him yet.

Well, neither does Sakura.

But of course Sasuke had not the slightest idea that his pink haired Doctor is connected to Naruto. The two men haven't been in touch with one another for more than five years. They were close because both of their fathers used to be ally. But Sasuke failed to understand why he has to be friends with Naruto at first. Just because their fathers used to be close doesn't mean they needed to. But then after a few years of being pestered by Naruto, Sasuke had finally given in and accepted the fact that they are indeed friends.

Come to think of it, Naruto did mention someone he liked. He had been blabbering about this girl that he was planning to propose to and when Sasuke asked how long they have been together, his idiot friend said they weren't even dating. How is that even possible? Sasuke couldn't believe him and completely assumed that the girl doesn't even like Naruto, whoever that is.

Sasuke took his phone and texted Jugo a message.

<Go back to her apartment complex. I'll meet you there in an hour.>

He threw his phone on the couch before taking off his sweater, walking around the penthouse half naked, unconsciously flexing his back muscles, Sasuke halted in his steps when he notice his reflection on the glass tinted window.

He turned to the side and glared down at the reflection of his back.

"Fucking scars," he hissed as he threw his sweater on the coffee table before walking straight to the bathroom.

He hated those scars, he wished he could just erase them on the spot. The scars that are there even before those men tortured him. The scars that are there for as long as he could remember.

The truth is, Sasuke's afraid about someone seeing his ugly scars, especially if it's the woman he loves. Will she be scared? Will she think it's ugly and unsightly? Will she leave him?

An image of a woman suddenly invaded his mind as he turned on the shower and the cold water poured down his head, dripping down his shoulders and abdomen as it made him initially relaxed.