SasuSaku Month 2018 – Day 8: Flowers Rating: T (Just a tiny speck of language). Context: A little non-canon compliant. A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! This is the last part to this little theme.
A very amused, albeit confused, pair of bright cerulean eyes watched from behind the counter as a clearly agitated Sasuke Uchiha passed by the store once, twice, three times in five minute intervals. He never looked inside; simply strolled by in a rigid stride. If Ino didn’t know any better, she’d say he was debating whether or not to come in to the flower shop. Once again, he walked by except that this time Sasuke stopped about three feet away from the entrance and seemed to be staring intently at the door as if it would burst into flames the second he touched it. Thirty suspenseful seconds passed before the door opened and a cheerful chiming of the bell on top echoed through the empty shop.
“Welcome to our newly renovated shop, Uchiha,” greeted Ino. She watched him nod in her direction then focus on a section of flowers to his right. His gaze never settled on one thing which gave her the impression he had no idea what he was looking for. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
There was a brief pause of silence where she almost expected him to ignore her question.
“Are you in stock of white lilies?” Sasuke asked calmly. “I’d like three small arrangements, if possible.”
“I do, actually, in the back,” Ino replied. “Just one sec.”
White lilies, huh. The most favored flower for those of the deceased.
Ino wasted no time in slipping to the back room where they kept the giant fridge for their flowers and pulled out enough lilies to be able to make three arrangements. She also pulled some decorative weeds for purely aesthetic reasons and headed back to the counter to roll them up. She found Sasuke on the other side of the room holding two types of flowers in his hand and glancing between the two very intently. So intently, in fact, it was a surprise his sharingan wasn’t activated. Ino narrowed her eyes slightly in suspicion at his unusual actions. The flowers she was currently working on were understandable and she had a pretty good idea who they were for, but it was obvious he was trying to pick something out for someone.
“Rejection,” Ino piped up. Sasuke whipped his head around to look at her like a deer caught in headlights. She tipped her head in the direction of his hand. “That yellow carnation, it represents rejection or disappointment. That other one there represents sorrow.”
Sakura was stomping through the village her
parents had died to protect, returning the cheery greetings with a polite smile
that didn’t reach her stormy eyes. She heard the source of her irritation
before she saw him. The distant girlish giggles and squeals allowed her to
pinpoint the location of her annoying teammate.
Charasuke was leaning coolly against the
wall, surrounded by a circle of his rather loud female fans. He was soaking up
their attention like a sponge. One lucky girl he had an arm around was almost
hyperventilating from his closeness. If you squinted, you could almost see the
little hearts in her eyes.
The crease between Sakura’s brows became
more pronounced as she watched the same stupid show her teammate routinely
pulled off. Charasuke twirled a rose between his fingers like he was doing a
magic trick and presented it to the girl. Not to make his other fans jealous,
he started handing out more identical red roses. If Sakura didn’t know from Ino
that he was a regular customer at the flower shop, she’d have thought he
possessed some secret rose-conjuring jutsu. It didn’t hurt that as his teammate
she was privy to know that he also had a summoning seal on his wrist, which
normally would be used to store shuriken. But Charasuke was just that, a
flashy, shallow guy that would use a ninja technique for something as redundant
as this.
Sakura snorted a little too loudly and
Charasuke’s head snapped up, his gaze zeroing in on her. He looked like a hound
that just caught a whiff of a nice, juicy bone. Sakura quirked her brow at him,
turned on her heel and walked off.
“Sorry, ladies, I need to go. Duty calls.
See you later!” With a quick goodbye, Charasuke ran after his teammate to the
disappointment of his fangirls.
In a few bounds he caught up to Sakura and
walked next to her, matching her stride.
“Good morning!” Charasuke chirped.
“… Morning,” Sakura replied cautiously.
She studiously kept her eyes forward and away from him. She wasn’t going to let
him pull her into one of his little games.
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