AN: I am still not completely sold on this chapter, but it’s better than what I had written before, so I’ll go with it. Unedited. Also, burgeoning hints of NaruSaku in this chapter and this chapter only, but it’s not endgame, and it’s there for a reason.
Warnings: Description of panic attacks and associated symptoms; somewhat racist/ignorant comments from OCs, also lead-up to a physical assault which may cause victims of robbery/harassment/assault to possibly feel triggered. You have been warned.
Beta Reader: No one but me just yet.
Chapter Three: Chemistry
Sakura’s acceptance to Harvard is a shock, a sudden upset to Sasuke’s carefully crafted future which he didn’t see coming and didn’t think to prepare for. She never even told him she had applied, and whenever they’ve discussed the future lately it’s gravitated around the all-but-established understanding that they would be attending Keio together.
To know that she’s thinking of going somewhere else, he is overcome by an instant, acute sense of panic.
Which is why when Sakura asks him for advice, he has to fight his first instinct, which is to tell her the one thing he knows would stop her from going: that she won’t be able to handle it. Sakura has always had trouble with self-confidence, and if he were to tell her he doubted her abilities, she would instantly abandon the idea.
Within a half-second of thinking it, he immediately experiences a pit form in his belly and a shiver of wrongness up his spine.
Sakura is kind and good and smart, and she is more than capable of succeeding wherever she goes. One day she is going to be a world-renowned doctor, and she should go where she can get the best education possible. More than that, he thinks she would thrive in any of the college’s programs. If anyone’s happiness is important to him, it’s Sakura’s.
Though she isn’t aware of his mental lapse, he tries to erase it by immediately telling her that she has to go.
Tag: ssm17d3
Sasusakumonth17- DAY3: Chemistry
Ya’ll ever think Sasuke keeps sakura in suspense right before a kiss? or that he looks at her just to take her in? I’d like to think Sakura does the same.
Just Friends
SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 3: Chemistry
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After all that SasuSakuSara feels in the new Boruto ending, I’ve decided to write all the prompts for SS Month 2017~ I’ll try to catch up, though.
Ganbatte self!Still thinking if I should compile all of it at ff.net… probably will~ For now I’ll post this oneshot at FF 😀
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“Everyone knows, you know.”
Sasuke stopped typing his book report on his laptop to give
his best friend a questioning look. “Knows what, dead last?”“That you and Sakura are in love with each other ‘ttebayo!”
Naruto exclaimed, his fist pumped in the air.The Uchiha just gave him a glare and continued with his
work. The blond sighed, exasperated at his best friend, and leaned over the
table. “Silence means yes, you know.”“I do not know what you’re talking about, Naruto,” Sasuke
replied without looking at him, still focused on writing.“Did the thought of you and Sakura-chan as a couple never
crossed your mind?”His question made him stop abruptly. Naruto then gave a
knowing smile. Seriously, his two best friends need the push since they’ve been
in denial all these years. Ino was able to make Sakura admit her feelings for
teme last week, though the pinkette was unaware of it since she was drunk.
After that, Naruto made it a promise of his lifetime e to make Sasuke admit his
feelings as well.Cerulean met onyx after a while, and with a sigh, Sasuke
answered. “She’s… my friend. Sakura is dear to me – one of my precious people. You
know that, Naruto.”“Friend? Just a friend? I wouldn’t be having this
conversation with you if that’s all there is to it, teme.”“Well, what do you want me to say?”
“That you – “
“Hi guys!” Both guys turned towards Ino and Sakura coming
their way. The two with golden hair gave each other a sly smile and sat beside
each other, leaving Sakura to sit beside Sasuke.“Sasuke-kun, are you
done with your English report already?” Sakura asked as she looked at his
laptop. “You’re too fast. That one isn’t due until next week.”The raven haired boy looked at her, amusement hidden in his
eyes. “I have some spare time now. Didn’t you start it yet?”“Please don’t mock me. I’m still stuck with the math
project. And it’s due tomorrow,” her green eyes started to lose its usual
sparkle.“I’ll help you with it then,” blurted Sasuke.
Just like that, Sakura’s spirits were lifted. “Arigatou,
Sasuke-kun!”As she took out the stuff needed, Sasuke watched her with a
small smile. All along, Ino and Naruto tried to keep themselves from laughing
out loud as they watched the exchange between the two.“Just friends, huh? They sure are fooling themselves,”
Naruto whispered.“They’ll come to their senses soon. You can’t deny this kind
of chemistry,” Ino whispered back.The two looked at their friends who are already caught up in
their own little world. Someday – and they’re praying it will be soon – Sasuke
and Sakura will be able to admit their feelings to each other.After all, ‘just friends’ don’t look at each other like the
way the two get lost in each other’s eyes… and nothing else matters.
SasuSaku Month 2017
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Day 3- Chemistry
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Title: Behind the Cameras
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Summary: AU- Sasuke and Sakura are famous movie stars that are secretly dating. They’re about to attend their own movie’s premier, and it will be hard to convince people that what happened on the screen was just acting.
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A/N: Okay… This fic is the fruit of shipping real people, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t do this, okay? My life was ruined by it, and even if I’m having the time of my life, I’m ashamed of myself for doing what I’m doing. They’re just too cute XD Anyway, if any of you have been into the whole Sprousehart thing, I’m sure you’ll understand this fic a bit better. And if you’ve seen Cole Sprouse’s interview the other day, I’m sure you’ll find Sasuke’s words familiar XD Well, I hope you enjoy this, and please, tell me what you think!.
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Her hair was still soaked by the time she left bathroom of her hotel master-bedroom. Steam enveloped her whole figure, and a white, cotton robe hugged her body in the softest of the ways. The sun light was shyly entering through the partially opened windows, hitting the big, glass table, where a beautiful bouquet of white lilies rested inside a crystal jar. The card attached to it said ‘Good Luck’, and for some reason, she knew everything would be okay that day.The hotel crew had been extremely kind for sending her those flowers, and also for all of the other things they had been providing her during her short stay in the city. They would always smile at her whenever she crossed the lobby, and even if she had insisted on paying for all the free food they had been giving her, the manager forbid her, threatening not to charge for her stay at all if she kept insisting.
It was their way to thank her for choosing them, the concierge would say, to which she would always answer with a smile followed by a sweet comment, such as ‘blame the breakfast cupcakes’.
For a famous movie star such as Haruno Sakura, only the best, they would tell her.
And they had, indeed, given her the best any hotel could’ve offered her in order to make sure she would always choose them whenever she was staying in Konoha, be it for an informal visit, or another movie premiere they knew the young star would eventually attend.
But as her stunning emerald eyes tenderly rested on her unmade bed, and on the practically naked man under her sheets, she remembered exactly why she chose that hotel.
Like Fire and Leaves
Summary:
“It’s rather well-preserved for something sketched on the back of a scroll five hundred years ago,” he remarks, enjoying the fact she doesn’t even flinch at his voice. “And you look as ravishing as the day when I drew it.” [SasuSakuMonth2017 – Day 3 – Prompt: “Chemistry”]
Sasusaku Month ‘17: Day 3
Prompt: Chemistry
Title: Warmth Like Home.
Rating: M
Summary: The mattress under his body was comforting, but not as much as her warmth. And he needed it, just as much as she did.
A/N: So thanks to this review I received on ff.net, I decided to change a few things in this story and I added a few things too. I hope this edited version is better than the previous one.
Warmth Like Home
It was one of the dark and cold nights of winter that the silhouette of two human figures could be seen, walking on the road covered with snow, in a small village near the land of lightening. Chilled, light gusts of wind; blowing their hair, and the cloaks that covered their bodies. It was a quiet night may be because it was already past midnight and every living soul had already gotten into their comfy beds and slept, saving themselves from the immense cold. The voice produced by the friction between the ground and their feet being the only source of sound.
But the dark of the night and the freezing temperature didn’t bother them at all, for one of them was the last surviving Uchiha and the other one was the strongest kunoichi of Konoha. Their steps were steady, currently heading towards a place to spend the night in, perhaps a cabin or a small cottage out in the snowy plains.
They kept quiet, not uttering a single word, just enjoying the cold wind- well, one of them was. Haruno Sakura seemed to be fond of the contemporary atmosphere, a melodious sound being hummed by her, her steps like a 4 year old kid, small jumps and dancing patterns, her hands would occasionally sneak out of her pale-white cloak and touch the falling snow flakes, and the heat of her palms would melt them away.
He kept on watching the same scene repeat over and over again, his eyes firmly kept on the woman next to him, memorizing everything that occurred at that instance. Uchiha Sasuke was never a fan of cold, let alone snow fall. As a child, he would avoid going out during winter, hide under the warm blankets, in the hugs offered by his beloved brother or the warmth of his mother’s lap. He smiled at the memory, feeling the slightest of pain in his chest.
“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura’s voice made him break free from his thoughts as he saw her green jades looking into his dark pearls, “I can see some light over there.” she said and he followed her eyes to a place at some distance from their current location.
Sasusaku Month ‘17: Day 3
Prompt: Chemistry
Title: Warmth Like Home.
Rating: M
Summary: The mattress under his body was comforting, but not as much as her warmth. And he needed it, just as much as she did.
A/N: So thanks to this review I received on ff.net, I decided to change a few things in this story and I added a few things too. I hope this edited version is better than the previous one.
Warmth Like Home
It was one of the dark and cold nights of winter that the silhouette of two human figures could be seen, walking on the road covered with snow, in a small village near the land of lightening. Chilled, light gusts of wind; blowing their hair, and the cloaks that covered their bodies. It was a quiet night may be because it was already past midnight and every living soul had already gotten into their comfy beds and slept, saving themselves from the immense cold. The voice produced by the friction between the ground and their feet being the only source of sound.
But the dark of the night and the freezing temperature didn’t bother them at all, for one of them was the last surviving Uchiha and the other one was the strongest kunoichi of Konoha. Their steps were steady, currently heading towards a place to spend the night in, perhaps a cabin or a small cottage out in the snowy plains.
They kept quiet, not uttering a single word, just enjoying the cold wind- well, one of them was. Haruno Sakura seemed to be fond of the contemporary atmosphere, a melodious sound being hummed by her, her steps like a 4 year old kid, small jumps and dancing patterns, her hands would occasionally sneak out of her pale-white cloak and touch the falling snow flakes, and the heat of her palms would melt them away.
He kept on watching the same scene repeat over and over again, his eyes firmly kept on the woman next to him, memorizing everything that occurred at that instance. Uchiha Sasuke was never a fan of cold, let alone snow fall. As a child, he would avoid going out during winter, hide under the warm blankets, in the hugs offered by his beloved brother or the warmth of his mother’s lap. He smiled at the memory, feeling the slightest of pain in his chest.
“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura’s voice made him break free from his thoughts as he saw her green jades looking into his dark pearls, “I can see some light over there.” she said and he followed her eyes to a place at some distance from their current location.
SasuSaku Month – Day 3: Chemistry || [Fanfic] Omiai
Title: Omiai
Rating: K+/PG
Notes: Today, they’re a bit long. First, I’d like to apologise for the delay, my modem stopped working early this morning and they couldn’t come to change it till a couple of hours ago.
Also, a word regarding Sakura. Though it must seem that she is a bit OOC in here (and maybe in the one before this), it is intentional. I wanted to make her like at the beginning of the manga, when Sakura is demure and charming in front of Sasuke to get his attention while her true feelings are voiced in her mind. Later on, as they get to know each other, you will see that she becomes more relaxed and open with her feelings when they’re together. Unfortunately, Sasuke will continue to use a more polite language and be reserved a bit longer, since he’s got no reason to be rude or angry with the world here ^^U
I’ve added a small glossary because this time I use a few Japanese words. Maybe you know them, so feel free to skip it 🙂
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Glossary:
omiai: traditional custom in which a woman and a man are introduced to each other to consider the possibility of marriage. There is a whole ritual behind it.
ryoukan: a type of traditional Japanese inn usually providing meals as part of the stay.
tokonoma: a built-in recessed space in a Japanese style reception room, in which items for artistic appreciation are displayed.
*The following three are part of swordmanship but different from each other:
kenjutsu: the specific aspect of partnered sword training
battoujutsu: the aspect focused upon the efficient draw of the sword, cutting down one’s enemy, and returning the sword to its scabbard.
iaijutsu: Also the Japanese art of drawing the sword. It tends to be technically more complex and focuses on perfecting form.
jujutsu: the art of using indirect force as opposed to direct force. The art’s aim is the ability to use an attacker’s force against him or her, and counter-attack where they are weakest or least defended.
tsuru: crane.
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OMIAI
The private room of the luxury ryoukan they had booked for the meeting was a Japanese style chamber exquisitely decorated with a low mahogany table, silk cushions and a beautiful scroll displaying a work of calligraphy on the tokonoma. The sunshine entered through the slightly opened sliding door at the back, which overlooked an elegant garden. The rhythmic sound of a bamboo fountain and the occasional murmur of the trees in the afternoon breeze gave the place a very relaxed atmosphere.
Exactly what she needed to remain calm.
Sasusaku Month 2017
Prompt day 3: Chemistry
SSM Day o3: Chemistry
Summary: Sakura really didn’t sign up for this. (Or the one where Sasuke moonlights as an erotic dancer to pay the bills his internship can’t cover.)
Rating: T for language and minor sexual stuff (it’s a stripper!AU what did you expect)
Notes: I wrote this at like two in the morning after spending a solid hour doing anatomy studies that somehow all turned into Sasuke. I need an adult. Also, my YouTube history looks really, really weird now.
“Ino, I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with this,” Sakura says, eyeing the flashing neon signs around her. Her best friend scoffs and flips her long, loosely curled hair over her shoulder. “You’re always shut up in that lab of yours, Forehead! You’re twenty-five. You need to live a little. Besides, this place is fine.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re here every weekend,” Sakura mumbles, but she offers no further comment; rather, she can’t, because they’ve arrived at their destination. The bouncer waves them in with barely a glance. They’re clearly of age, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to card them.
The first thing that strikes Sakura is the music—dark, sinuous, and pulsing, almost alive—and the way the red and violet lights create a haze over the black walls and tiles of the bar. It’s an unusual look, but one that fits the club’s name. Insidious is definitely the sort of place Ino frequents; a sophisticated establishment with plenty of live entertainment and well-mixed cocktails. There’s also a long, raised catwalk from the back rooms that connects to a large, circular stage in the center of the room. Her best friend ushers her to a table near said stage, her towering heels clicking against the smooth marble floor. That’s about when Sakura notices a thin silver pole in the center of the platform and realizes what, exactly, its purpose is.
“Ino,” she says slowly. “Did you bring me to a fucking strip club?” Ino bats her eyes in a mockery of innocence. “Not the kind of strip club you’re thinking of, Sakura. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Well. Her day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Sakura looks around again, faintly hearing Ino order a couple cocktails for them both. The whole room has a certain plush feeling to it. Maybe it’s the velvet everywhere. Maybe it’s Sakura’s overactive imagination. The world may never know. The cocktails arrive in a few minutes. Sakura downs hers immediately, vaguely tasting strawberries and vodka. She gets the feeling she really, really shouldn’t be sober for this. Ino rolls her teal eyes for the umpteenth time and shifts so that her low cut dress shows off her cleavage just the right way.
Twenty minutes and another drink later, the room begins to fill. People come in twos and threes, all trying their damnedest to snag seats close to the stage. Sakura can’t help but notice most of them are women. Ino snickers at them and waves down a waiter. “There’s a reason we got here early, Forehead. The most popular act of the week is about to start.”
As if on cue, the overhead lights dim. A smooth, soft piano riff starts up as a spotlight flicks on, catching a tall, lithe man in its glow. Sakura is immediately entranced, because good God is he beautiful. He looks ethereal as he prowls downs the catwalk, the juxtaposition of his pale skin and dark hair striking in all the right ways. Then he reaches the pole and, with what looks like no effort at all, lifts himself up and flips his body upside down in a blatant “fuck you” to gravity and the laws of physics in general.
His muscles move smoothly as he dances, pushing and pulling and creating enchanting patterns of shadow on his skin. He’s barely even breaking a sweat, he’s hitting every beat, and he’s so sensual it almost hurts her to watch. And then he just has to take it up a notch; he climbs up to the top of the pole and drops headfirst towards the floor, catching himself at the last second with his thighs. His THIGHS. Sakura can’t even register the smug look Ino is most likely throwing her because her eyes are locked to the spectacle before her. The dancer throws his head back, arching his spine against the pole, and strokes his hands up the sides of his torso. One rests lightly on his throat, thin, elegant fingers feathering over the curves of his neck, and the other grips the pole behind him. A glint of silver catches her eye as he moves and oh my god he has nipple piercings. Sakura’s mouth runs dry. Her heart is practically throwing itself against her ribs, and she swears he can hear it over the pound of the music.
He meets her gaze, and Sakura feels like she’s suddenly caught fire but can’t entirely bring herself to mind. There’s a flicker of something in those impossibly black eyes, before he blinks and gives her a slow, sexy smirk. He effortlessly levers himself down, twisting as he goes, to land on his knees in front of her. As he leans back, putting his whole body on display, all Sakura can focus on is how beautiful this man is. He’s not bulky, not by a long shot; instead, the cut of his muscles is soft and toned. His beauty is something ethereal and effortless, and the elegance he somehow infuses in every movement only accentuates it. Sakura is no stranger to this; in fact, she can name a few people off the top of her head who can do the same thing.
And then something clicks, and she’s is frozen. Not in a good, aroused way: of course, the attraction is definitely there, but at this exact moment it’s being overpowered by shock and just a bit of panic. She knows that smirk, just like she knows those eyes. Except usually, she sees them in the lab next to hers, on the reserved biochemist she works with more often than not.
Oh my god, she thinks faintly, as Uchiha Sasuke, one of the brightest up-and-coming minds in her oncological drug research course, gives her another tantalizing look to a dark guitar riff, he looks completely different without his glasses.
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