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SasuSaku Month 2017

Day 8: Heartbreak Hotel

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“Kyaaah~”

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“What?! Let her go!”

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“My heart can’t handle this…”

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“No! No! No!”

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“Don’t do this to me…”

Sasuke sighed as he handed Sakura another box of tissues. Here he is on a rather stormy night, staying in one of his family’s luxurious hotels with his friends for a 5-day vacation. He didn’t want to go, but a certain girl with pink hair used her bright emerald eyes to change his mind. They’ve been friends for years, and all those years he did find a hard time saying no to her.

Sakura and Naruto came with the Uchiha family to this island paradise also owned by the Uchihas, but obviously they cannot see its beauty tonight. A storm came rolling in just as they came that afternoon. After settling in and having dinner indoors, the trio stayed at Sasuke’s room to have their usual movie marathon. They’re done watching Naruto’s pick, and currently the movie in front of them was Sakura’s choice.

The Fault In Our Stars it is.

Sasuke saw Naruto fell asleep, but the only girl in their group didn’t even notice. She was too engrossed in the movie as if it was her first time. They’ve watched it together when it was first released in cinemas since she was such a big fan of the book. After Sakura got her own copy, Sasuke didn’t want to know how many times she cried her heart out over it.

Tonight, she’s doing it again.

When the scene where Gus revealed his condition to Hazel, the waterworks came again. Sasuke knew that from that moment on, tears will continue to fall. It seems to rival the rain pouring outside. He stood up to get a glass of water and gave it to her. Sakura gave her an appreciative glance before turning her attention back to the movie.

Naruto is definitely sleeping on the other side of the couch, and Sasuke sighed – not wanting to just leave him there. The raven haired lad looked towards the other occupant of the room, busy saying the lines of the eulogy. He let a soft, amused chuckle escape from him. Sakura wore her heart on her sleeves, and it was one of her endearing traits. He can read her like a book, and vice versa. He didn’t mind what was going on in the movie, his eyes never leaving the pinkette. She would usually tease him as ‘emotionally constipated’ – a total opposite to the array of emotions that she shows. That’s the thing about Sakura, he mused. She’s real… honest.

As the final word of the film was spoken and the ending credits came, Sakura looked at the man beside him with such sad eyes. “I can’t handle this kind of heartbreak, Sasuke-kun.”

He ruffled her hair and gave her one of his small smiles. “You’ll get over it, Sakura.”

She took another tissue and blew her nose. “Good thing the hotel rooms here are soundproof. If it wasn’t, I think people would assume that someone’s been killed.” She gave a small laugh at her own words. “Well, time for your pick, Sasuke-kun! Hey Naru – oh, he’s asleep.”

Sasuke inserted the DVD of his choice and went back to her side. “Let the dobe be. He didn’t sleep in the plane.”

With a shrug, Sakura reached for the popcorn. Knowing Sasuke, he’ll choose something in the action genre –and she was right. The opening scene of World War Z played on the television. Almost halfway of the movie, Sasuke felt Sakura’s head on his shoulder. When he glanced at her, she joined Naruto in dreamland already. He secured her to his side as he continued watching alone.

As the ending credits rolled, Itachi came to his room. Sasuke just looked at him as he sat on the armchair beside him. “I came to check on you guys.”

“Hn.”

“Getting comfortable, aren’t we?”

The younger Uchiha gave his brother a glare. “Shut up, Itachi.”

Sakura moved a little, causing Sasuke to adjust himself so that she’ll be comfortable. She sighed with content which made him smile softly. Itachi just looked at them with amusement. His foolish little brother is obviously head over heels with his childhood friend.

“I’ll take care of Naruto. You take Sakura back to her room, Sasuke.”

“Thanks, nii-san.” He took the girl in his arms, pausing momentarily to let himself bask in her warmth. He could see the stain of the tears left after the movie. Then and there, he made a promise with himself.

I’ll do everything in my power to keep you happy, Sakura.

s-asuke:

Warnings: Mafia AU (i am trash) also, alcohol, swearing, the usual, violence, drug use. Thank you heaps!!

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SasuSaku Month 2017 – Day 8 – Heartbreak Hotel

Loud vomiting and actually horrendous sounds of the small pinkette emptying her stomach have Uzumaki Naruto, who is high as a plane, laugh in a moronic display of friendship and drunken and drugged payback for unrequited love.

“Saaaaaku – hic! – cha-a-a-n. Get ouuut. Wanna piss.”

“BAKA NARUTO! AIN’T GONNA GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Another loud belch and Sakura is nearly half-dead on the floor, Naruto laughing and forcefully trying to enter as Sakura cleans her mouth on the dirty motel floor.

It’s a party after all – you get to live there only once.

And the circle of heartbreak never ends.

“Shit, Sakura-cha-an, c’mere.” He notices the spent strawberry haired girl clutching at her stomach on the floor, as he goes to the heart of the party after leaving her in his car and grabs a bottle of water, neverminding the sleepy bartender.

The Moon is clear and Sakura Haruno is somewhat of a nuisance in this moment even to herself, as she starts loudly sobbing, Naruto’s calm and calloused hands reaching over to comfort her – always Naruto’s.

Because the circle of heartbreak never ends.

Shino loves Kiba, but Kiba loves Hinata, and Hinata loves Naruto, who loves Sakura. And Sakura loves Uchiha Sasuke.

It’s like a curse, his name. And he looks like one of those proud samurai as he exits his class, never stooping so low to talk to anyone from their Konoha University. Black is his hair and eyes and jeans and wallets and watches and soul. Black. There is nothing there, but Sakura loves him. So, so much. Needs him. As if air she breathes isn’t enough she would rather breathe the poison that comes near with being with Sasuke.

It’s ironic, that Hinata’s birthday party is in the Heartbreak Hotel, hotel known for the most suicides in the town. She wanted to be one of those numbers on the platform which counts. Yet she really doesn’t want to know that Mebuki cried. As Naruto drives, she skates once more over what she knows is real, not figment of her imagination, about her Dark Prince, her Uchiha. Pathetic, she thinks, but thinks at least.

He hates sweets, especially hanami dango.

Despises the human race.

Would rather be dead himself.

His family is the most powerful mafia in Asia.

And he’s so harsh towards anyone who tries to come near him, who tries to help. Because ever since her father, Kizashi, died on a raid together with Madara Uchiha, they have not even to pass each other a single glance on the busy street. Fugaku Uchiha’s orders. And love each other they did? Did they? Or is Sasuke that good at playing heartless? He doesn’t even try to sneak her a letter. To wire some connection, or accidentally touch her in the hallway, to pass drunkenly after her at a party.

Fuck.

She starts crying again. And Naruto stops driving, halfway to nowhere and moves over to hug her. Because Sakura is weeping, wailing, and she can’t stop. She just cries, cries her heart out because she thought she was loved, wanted, needed. And Sasuke obviously didn’t any of that.

But how can it be that hard for her – whom only lost Kizashi – when Naruto lost both Minato and Kushina when Obito Uchiha gone rogue? She doesn’t want to hear any of that, because she told Naruto that the Boss, Madara, executed Obito himself for breaking one of his rules. No civillians dead on a job.

Sakura was already stopping to shake with harsh sobs, when they heard loud bangs on the back of the car, Naruto getting his gun out and low, as someone presses their hand in the harsh flash through the car window. Naruto is as fast as the other man, who wields a same gun.

And the only man with a gun like that is Sasuke.

She doesn’t realize she said his name out loud as he hurriedly enters the car and shouts at Naruto to start driving, somewhere, anywhere, ignoring Sakura completely.

And she felt like a high schooler again.

Naruto swerved up the highway, there was no one actually chasing them, yet they all felt something strong and inevitable pull them into unknown and uncomfortable silence. In car were two men – once brothers. Two people – once lovers. Sometimes Sakura disagreed with reality, and as she would frantically search for Sasuke’s frowning forehead and kind yet hardened eyes in the small mirror she would find peace, and that was the most important in that moment even if the circle of heartbreak never ends, not really.

“What the fuck did you do this time, teme…?” Naruto’s voice is still laced with the afterthoughts of weed, but Sasuke ignores the endearment. “It doesn’t matter-”

“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS TEME.”

Sasuke just shuts up, his eyes falling back to the bottom of the car, his legs becoming very interesting all of a sudden. “We had orders. We killed Kawarama and Hashirama Senju. Also-”

“YOU DID WHAT?”

Sakura couldn’t stop the amazement in her voice. Not really. Hashirama. The Hashirama – Madara’s sworn enemy, and Sasuke just comes in and sweeps him off his feet. How?

“That is a story for another time.” He says, ignoring Sakura’s obvious wish for storytelling. As the last syllable leaves his mouth, Naruto harshly spits, “What also, Sasuke?”

“I also murdered Hyuuga Neji and am running away in your car as far as I can, since I think they didn’t see me leave. I ran too fast, stole a bike beforehand.”

“You are a piece of work, Uchiha. You murder Hinata’s brother on her birthday.”

“I don’t care. I killed Hashirama and Kawarama in one night. That is one Hyuuga and two Senju. Nothing more.”

“Were you always this heartless?” Sakura can’t stop it after she hears the robotic coldness that migrates in the air back to the surface of Sasuke’s mouth. “Did you always kill people with such ease?”

A long silence. Only the thin night air, chilly and relaxing, as it enters the lungs of the corrupted youth, and revving of Naruto’s quality engine, the dark black Kitsune with its blaring orange lights is a true beauty.

“Dumb. It’s just another job. I do as Madara says.”

They don’t say anything for a long while, except Naruto, who breaches the wall first by simply saying that he will guide Sakura-chan home, and then the two of them will talk. Sakura protests, but shuts up quick as Sasuke’s cold eyes whip hers, she feels like a banshee at the hands of a deaf man, cannot haunt him or harm him.

“Here we go,” the blonde whispers softly, in some way affectionatelly, since Sasuke has no words to spare. But actions he has lots. As she exits the car, Sasuke does too, before Sakura bids Naruto her goodbyes. Sasuke stops her in her tracks, and she melts, the foreign warmth that his touch brings, the feeling of being alive when everything around her dies. She can’t fall into him – there’s no time to waste at four AM.

“Pack your things if you want to leave tonight. When I say leave, I mean that you are dead to Mebuki. Details will be written on the fridge in twelve hours. Itachi and Shisui will pick you up and if you don’t want to return without you. If you do, know that we will never set foot in Asia as long as we live. I give you twelve hours to think. You game or not?”

Without thinking, without any kind of heartbreak as she waves to Naruto and kisses Sasuke’s forehead without a single regret she whispers, “I’m game.”

sanguwin:

Prompt: Heartbreak hotel.

Title: Little Blue Box.

Rating: T

Summary: “Kiss me.” He said, “kiss you?” She questioned, “Yes, like she did”, he smiled. “Okay, close your eyes.”

A/N: Guess what, I’m laughing at my own summary, I couldn’t find anything else to write, lol. Also, this fanfic has some major drama, I just couldn’t help myself. So here ya go, enjoy!

‘Little Blue Box’

The rays of sun were creeping into the hotel room through the window left open, shining over the creamy sheets that were barely covering their bodies as they laid there, in each other’s arms. Light air breezes were hitting her soft skin as a moan escaped her lips as a morning reflex. She tried to shuffle her body, failing to do so because of a strong grip around her.

She turned a little, careful not to disturb the boy holding her. His arms holding her beautifully close to him, one wrapped around her flat stomach, a blush dusted her cheeks as she noticed the placement of his other hand, just underneath her breasts. The pace of her heartbeat increased when he slightly shifted his body, pulling her closer, and his fingers brushed the lower side of her chest, sending shivers down her spine. He was still drowned in his deep slumber when his thumb started rubbing her soft skin and his hand shifted upwards, cupping one of her breasts. Her face was by then painted in crimson, embarrassed, she stayed still in her spot, unable to move her body. Paralyzed.

She couldn’t understand why she still found herself trembling under his touch, after all, they had been together for almost 7 years. And waking up next to him, with barely anything covering their entangled bodies, his arms massaging her gently, his fingers travelling all over her petite frame, shouldn’t be having such quivering effects on her. But she just couldn’t help but shudder due to the impact of the fluttering butterflies in her belly and the throbbing state of her heart.

Her back was pressed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the strands of his dark, dark hair tickling her smooth skin. His exhaled hot breath, hitting her skin, sending calming effects all over her body. The pace of his breathing was calm, his eyes closed shut, his intoxicating scent ruling her conscience. He shifted one of his legs in between hers, in a way that intertwined their bodies. And because of these little movements, she assumed he was in the process of waking up.

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